for fells I promised you a poem
you may think me
a fiery dragon of yore
some called me royal
others say I was a knight
Be this as it may
If the truth is told
of where it all began
it was when druids
claimed me their own
and thus I was born
from mists of myths
I am purple pendragon
also known as King Arthur
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
anyone will knowledge of Druids will know of this myth
just a bit of fun
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Help,
Twin win,
Booted rooted outdated,
Million minion onion union,
(While) wild (child) smile mild,
That cat hat fat rat sat,
Spain vain Cain train brain (ain't) drain,
May always say today replay play stay away,
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I had such a thrill
and it was not as easy as it looks
and starts 1-8 words from first sentence
with every word ending the same
example. . in. . ion. . tion. . on. etc
don't have to sound proper but that's the extra challenge
doing 1 - 8 is quite hard
if you want to do up to 10 or more
maybe you can
but I'm just popping in
doing dieting body work out
so my time is less here
I'm not offended or hurt by anyone comments or remarks lately
just spending more time into this
if hi don't comment on any poems
its coz I'm busy away
ill try to
this is my home
take care each and everyone
especially M. M and Bill
sending my love. . .
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watching you walk away without that beautiful smile on your face
the center of the world revives around that one girl
a spirit so free and true noting i couldn't do
but watch and stare helpless but i care
every time she walks in a room just like a shooting star
as beautiful as they are there in and out there gone too soon
gotta find away to stop that angels smile fading away
it's my dream and my biggest wish just for today
To see the light of the sun the green of the grass
the tinkering sounds of a thousand birds
will all be signs that my only wish worked
helpless but i care if you need me i'll be here
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Enjoy ( i checked extra for mistakes ) lol....
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The hours
And days
Pass so quickly now
Days become months
Months years
Years become decades
Where has life gone
Some moments I remenber still
Most faded lost and blarred
Time does not stay still
Slowly ticking by
Never to be recaptured or restord
Time is used only once
For we are on limited time
Down hill from now on faster and faster time
Goes by
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Posted: May 2013
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He thought of his son, regarded Wolf, himself,
The golden shield, silver sword and great battle axe that started to rattle and strain against its hooks on the high wall shelf,
That rattled and strained more every time his son drew near,
Yes….All too soon he would be grown, these battle hardened relics own,
The big man wiped at an unseen threatening tear,
A slight wetness transferring to the back of his hand,
As his mind was dragged unwillingly back to that foreign land…..
To another time that, was still now and elsewhere yet, not another place,
Wolf….Whimpered in sympathy,
The fathomless dark of Myrkewood now reflected in Vikings eyes and face,
Wolf’s whimper now turning to a low howl…..Bared teeth ….Then a full blown growl,
Viking reached out….stroked his head….calmed him,
Both immersed in a stream of empathy,
They had both been, had both seen……
And now….So that Odin will not the Viking berate,
He must as promised educate……His son…Odin’s son in these matters,
All to him truthfully relate,
He had wished so many times he didn’t have to…..He was too Young…
Not yet…….Not yet….but then…..
The first gentle knock on the great lodge door…..
So now to the story…..forerunner to the eventual outcome, that is…was.....will be..…Ragnorok…
An event that would shake Earth and Heaven to its very core….
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
lol.....xxx
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Author: Unknown
I want to escape my life at times
To some beautiful isle
Where my name is not known where I can pretend I am not getting old
I want to escape it all sometimes
The runs, ups and downs
Books and things
Cuts and bruises
Dollars and cents
Where can I go where no one will know
And I can recreate a paradise sure
And live in ignorant bliss forever more?
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
a feeling of suspension, wanting to escape.... random thoughts... yes fantasy true cause this is not happening...(lol)
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At heart of heart
watch for alone girl
waiting for the pale moon light
eyes forever changing ice to stone
stars upon a cold lake
Black rose
half wild
still slightly mad
bewildered by time
chained to the night
as she stalks
she might hear a sound
shift into a moonbeam
be gone
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
I was wrote this after I watched a Vampire move .
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"The Masked Avenger"
Lamont and his men seemed badly outnumbered as the soldiers
burst through the barricades, shooting and killing indiscriminately.
Norrington realising the situation is desperate and decides to leave
the battle zone so he could once again become the Black Dove.
By now Garcia's men had captured the remaining survivors and
marshal them to a temporary enclosure until they can arrange
to move them back to Mexico for trial. In the dead of night the
Black Dove attempts to rescue the men from the enclosure. There
are three guards present making it impossible for the Dove to
rescue them, so the Dove sneaks past the guards and into Garcia's
tent. Sword in hand, He now forces Garcia to sign a declaration of a
new bill to be passed by the Mexican government, stating that
Monterey is to be withdrawn from Mexico now under the control
of the North America government, meaning the Mexicans have no
rights to the farmers' and landowners' wealth. The Dove now has
this declaration stipulating the Mexicans are now on foreign soil
and will be imprisoned if they do not leave. Garcia and the
Black Dove step out of the tent to give the order for his men to
free the prisoners and remove themselves from their lands.
Lamont and the prisoners cheer as the Black Dove finally has the
whip hand over the Mexicans. Lamont asks the Dove to reveal his
identity, who responds by saying he stands for justice and his identity
must remain a secret, and rides off into the distance. Making a Circle
and riding back he becomes John Norrington again and rejoins Bill Jenkins
on the journey back home. Boarding a coach they travel to Monterey
harbour, where they board the ship 'Columbia' making it's maiden
voyage, it's destination being England. The ship leaves the pier and is
finally at sea. The weather is cold and the sea is calm as the 'Columbia'
goes out to sea. Norrington and Jenkins fall asleep in their cabin at last
after there exhausting ordeal. Up on the deck the captain senses something
is wrong with the ship. As the weather picks up to a squall the ship gains
amazing speed and then a strange mist engulfs her. By this time the
ship is travelling at an amazing speed of 2000 knots, and then she slows
down to almost dead stop. Once again they are in a harbour, but where are
they? It is daylight again, it only having been night just for an hour before they left.
Where are they now ?
What alien force controlled the ship?
Make the discovery in Part 9...."Voyage To Where"
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
The continuing exploits of the Black Dove: In this storyline he is involved in a civil war, then takes a trip into the unknown. This serial poem is posted the first day of each month. If you are a new poet please take the trip back to the beginning of this story and find out how it all unfolds.
Written: 28th July 2013
Editor: Marikia
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My eyes wander around the room, it’s a pleasant room as far as rooms go, but it’s a room in a retirement home. Light flowery curtains and matching flowery lounges and chairs. I’ve never been a lover of flowery furniture, it reminds me of old people.
The old people, well they are sitting here staring off into space. Waiting. Waiting for what? The next meal, or the next visit from their families, the visit that never comes. Or possibly just waiting for death to tap them on their shoulder and beckon them to follow.
I didn’t want to be here, did not belong here. Yes, I probably was just as old as some and older than others but this is not where I should be. My home burned down while I was shopping, came home to smouldering ruins, everything I owned was gone. I had nowhere to go so they shoved me in here. Bloody governments, always take the easy way out.
Here they don’t even let you go out for a walk in case you get lost or you get hurt. You are like a prisoner in maximum security. The doors all use a code to open, not that anyone ever tries to leave, they just sit there like zombies, but just in case someone does. Little do they know that I already know the code. When I am ready I will go for a stroll.
In the meantime I cast my mind back over my life. So many memories, good, bad and indifferent. It gives me pleasure to pull one out, dust it off and examine it from all angles.
I remember an old house, not sure if it was built out of stone or brick, but I do remember that it was rendered with grey cement render. It was three stories high and derelict, situated on an acre of overgrown grounds. No-one ever went near it for strange things were said to happen there.
I have always been drawn to the unusual, the not so normal. For days on end I would find myself near the house, looking through the overgrowth trying to glimpse the house. I fought my way through the garden to get closer to the house. The house just sat there like a huge brooding animal staring at me with sightless windows. I saw nothing there to cause me alarm.
Finally I decided to go there at night. As I approached the house I could feel the hairs on my nape rise. Something was different. Suddenly I saw it, a face at the attic window. I could not make out whether it was male or female, just a pale face, almost white.
My heart was beating so fast I thought it would escape my chest. I almost passed out before I realised that I was holding my breath. Slowly the face turned away from the window and was gone, not to return that night.
The next day I decided that I had to return to the house and enter it. I would go in while there was still daylight and await darkness up in that attic room.
It was easy to enter the house as a rear door had been left ajar. The reputation of the house assured that no-one would approach let alone enter it.
Inside the house was in a sad state of disrepair. Plaster had come away from the walls and lay scattered on the floor.
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Posted: Sep 2013
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In places the ceilings were sagging giving the appearance that they were ready to fall any time. There was still furniture, although it was covered in mildew, rubble and dust.
The stairs creaked ominously as I slowly ascended. Although the stairs appeared to be quite solid I still took extreme care. It would not do to break my leg in here as it would be a long time, if ever, before help would arrive.
The last set of stairs leading to the attic were a bit rickety, but I managed to get up there. At the top of the stairs was a corridor leading to the back of the house. I was not interested in that, only the door facing me which was to the room I had seen from outside.
I had to really exert myself before the door gave way and opened. What had I expected? Not what greeted me. It was just a plain room with a double bed and a rather large wingback chair. This floor of the house had fared better as there was less rubble however dust was still piled everywhere. I settled down to await darkness.
As the sun settled and the house cooled there were creaks and groans throughout the house. I knew it was only the house expanding and contracting, all very natural. What was not natural was the light coming from the corner.
Slowly the light solidified and I could make out that it was a woman. A spectacularly beautiful woman, albeit a ghost, nonetheless a stunning woman. Ever so slowly she moved over to the window and stared out. As she moved away from the window she wiped her hand across her eyes, as if wiping away a tear.
I had never seen anything like this before and I was rooted to the spot. As if becoming aware of me she turned towards me. Her piercing blue eyes stared into mine, stared as if looking deep down into my soul.
Her face broke into a smile, more than just a smile, it was an expression of utter joy. She put her arms out as if to embrace me and as she did she slowly faded away.
I know it sounds improbable, even impossible, but in those few seconds I had fallen deeply in love. How can you fall in love with a ghost? I don’t know and even now I still ask myself that question, but somehow I felt as if I knew her and had known her for a lifetime.
I came back night after night but never saw her again. I felt I had lost a part of myself, an important part. For nearly a year I returned every night, until the demolished the house. Time had moved on and so I had to also. Some things have to be relegated to memory.
Slowly I became aware of my surroundings again. Nothing had changed while I was musing over my memories. Old Mrs Beaumont still sat exactly in the same position as before even though the best part of two hours had passed. She had probably wet herself by now, as is her wont.
Still too early to go out for a walk, to escape, so to speak. No good rushing this, they will only catch you and then give you sedatives to “calm” you. Another memory might kill some more time.
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Posted: Sep 2013
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