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john17021984

Three Wise Monkeys

Many years ago when I was a child, I remember my
Brother going to the Easter Sow and bringing back
a show bag, it contained mainly sweets and
confectionary and also a small model of three
monkeys sitting next to each other the strange thing
was they all had their hands covering a different
part of the head, I found out later they were the
three wise monkeys who symbolised the three deadly
sins, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil, by
following these rules, people would lead the perfect
life. Even now I still remember back to that time
the three monkeys have since disappeared but
their memories and their message will live forever.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
This poem is based on a real life experience, the legend of the three wise monkeys is true to my knowledge, and has great significance in our lives, it may be a Buddah statue I am not sure of it's actual origin. please enjoy this tale.
Written: 18th January 2014
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john17021984

ATLANTIS - The Lost Continent

There once was a fifth continent, known as Atlantis. Is it fact
or fiction ? Well that is for everyone to decide. In the
early beginning of modern times there was Atlantis, an
advanced civilisation, that had moonstone crystals and used
them for suppling heat for everyone, larger crystals had the
power to destroy the world, the scientist realised this and
wanted to protect their secret, but the King and his astrologers
found out about this from spies in the kingdom, they were
planning a conquest of the new world and would travel past
the pillars of Hercules to invade and to take control of the free
world. As their plans were to unfold, the volcanoes were starting
to erupt with anger as they had enraged the gods with their
evil intentions, as they were all ready for there conquest
the volcanoes erupted and people were in panic and tried to
flee Atlantis, by this time the island was starting to sink
beneath the waves. The evil king and his men were swamped
by hot lava and ash and were choking on the fumes as the
beautiful cities of Atlantis was doomed. After a short time
the few boats that did escape moved into the distance
the refugees were all looking at the destruction of the once
proud city of Atlantis. Atlantis is now gone as it sinks into
the depths of the ocean. Years later it would be well
remembered as Atlantis, - the lost continent.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
The poem is based on the mythical continent of Atlantis, fact or fantasy, you be the judge, this is my version of the story.
Written: 2nd July 2013
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john17021984

The Mysterious Crystal Ball

Is this glass sphere a Gothic masterpiece of time
or a mere ball of glass with no significance at all
The Crystal Ball to a scorceror or fortune teller
is an amazing camera obscurer window to the future.
When people of all walks of life, want to know what
their fortune will be, they are told by the user of this
medium, be it true or false, relies mainly on luck or chance.
Back in the days of the great Harry Houdini, this innocent
Crystal Ball, was used for a darker side, to swindle people
out of their life savings, when used by evil pretenders in seances
but these criminals were exposed by the master illusionist
himself, Harry Houdini, which goes to prove there is an evil
purpose for everything.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
This piece of poetry is more a narrative of history, 2nd last poem I wrote of my original collection in the 2000s
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particolor

AUSTRALIANS !!!

Web Cam! Web Cam!! On The Net!!
Stuff It!! I've Dropped My Cigarette!!
Now I look Like Ginger Meggs!!
One Fried Sausage,Two Boiled Eggs!!
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
They might need Cheering Up ???
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cameal6

my head in the clouds

Dreams linger in the mist of memories leaving hopes of love to always last. Rcurrence of moments never to be, as sadness becomes past. Buried wounds look for the suns new day,for happiness rides on its rays and glisten in waters ripples of time.Listen to the nights lonly cries as the moon behind clouds hide, and joy of stars sweet glare.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
just random thought
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schyler

EDGE OF THE SEA

By: Schyler Silvey


our ship wrecked on shores that were unknown to me
no one escaped from what all i could see
i lay on the beach in shock and dismay
where i cry and so constantly pray
then i see life in the far distant sun
she looked very old though ever so young
her eyes were so red and blistering white
they seemed to emit a blinding bright light
and now it becomes ever so very clear
she is a lost witch, siren, demon or seer
now her eyes leave me so lost in a trance
as she approaches in a slow graceful stance
only moments go bye before she kisses me
my mind becomes filled with joy and so much glee
lost in a state of lust and disarray
i never knew this could occur in that way
i never thought this would happen to me
my head bitten off on the edge of the sea
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Posted: Oct 2012
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Unknown

what love means to me

By a fleeting touch of your hand
You light up my skin and my heart
And I know that you are the man
With whom I just can't bare to part.
I feel love and passion so deep
That I'd rather spend every night
Watching you quietly as you sleep,
Shining softly with love so bright.

Not a crush, nor habit, nor lust...
No, I know now I've found in you
The love of my present and past,
The star that shall never go out.
There's no other power so strong,
No emotion, no bond of trust,
Life without you is just all wrong,
You are my first love and my last.
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Posted: Jul 2012
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Yankee4you

Gloomy Dusk (Haiku-Soulgoddess challenge)

Gently cuts a gull
Slicing through a stormy sky
As gloomy dusk fall
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
In response to a SoulGoddess challenge...love this style...so constrasting and non-plural....
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Now12121

~~~U will have to forget about flirting!~~~

U will have to forget about flirting!
Come and see the path of loving!
You will not laugh on my suffering!
Jus fall in luv and experience the burning!

Near ur lips dare comes a smile!
It’s a matter of heart and not promiscuity sikes!
Hurt after hurt u live, drink ur own blood n squint!
Don’t u dare complain abt the pain, its luv and not flirt my friend!

Fall in luv once!
Then u will know, luv is not flirt!
Luv is not a game!
Don’t mistake it to be water this is fire, this is fire my friend!

This luv is going to make u cry blooded tears!
This luv will consume all ur fears!
This luv is not that easy just think it that way!
It’s a river of fire and u will have to dive in it day after day!

Don’t expect any truthfulness!
But du examine it once!
I have accepted the word!
Why don’t u accept me and jump!

For gods sake unhide urself!
For gods sake come out from ur dress!
I don’t understand what ur eyes say!
Sometimes veil, sometimes sight!
What is this drama, mate?!?!

I can't see this dilemma!
Today we r not strangers!
Remove the cloth from ur face!
I have been tortured day after day!

U have seen me from ur dirty eyes!
What u wanted was just to play with my heart, yikes!
What du u think this is?
Trying to hit me n just piss?!

U blackmailed me!
U threatened me!
U played with my emotions!
U just flirted with me!

I was extra nice to u!
U took tht for granted, true!
I had to let u go!
Coz u were treating me like a hoe!

U will have to 4get about flirting!
Come and see the path of luving!
You will not laugh on my suffering!
Jus fall in luv and experience the burning!
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
For All the ones that have experienced Love but, were not successful in accomplishing its conclusion i.e. by staying together, getting married nd bla bla yada yada dada dada
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lorentz

the impertinent master

a famous master known for his impertinence
visited master oshima's dojo,
well determined to bring the contradition.
after zazen,he asked master oshiba,a question:
honourable master,if I you practice zazen,
with the smile of buddah do you become the buddah ?
master oshiba retorted :
does the bird putting its droppings on the stony buddah's head,
will prevent him smilling ?
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
the"known"has the stone unpermanence...
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