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Yankee4you

The Raptor

I come from nest on ridge top high,
I speak with such a shrill cry,
And soar out into the blue sky,
To search with a sharp eye.

For thirty miles I fly around,
Or float like in a dream,
Past woods and fields; all common ground,
Follow a river upstream.

Till last my flight is now complete,
When my prey comes in my sight,
A banquet of fresh blood and meat,
Meet my talons I will smite.

I cry out fear before I plunge,
For panic is my good friend,
At last I swoop my wings and lunge,
For death comes quick in the end.

With strong curved beak I snap and tear,
Ripping clean through fur and hide,
The still throbbing heart of the hare,
Staring up with its eyes wide.

And here and there a muffled moan,
Such a whimpering poor soul,
A raptor by its fierceness known,
Only hunger to console.
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Nature can be a little disturbing at times.
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john17021984

Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 9)

"The Voyage To Where ?"


The weather is cold and the sea calm as the 'Columbia' goes out to sea.

Norrington and Jenkins finally fall asleep in their cabin while on deck

the captain fears something wrong with the ship, the weather picks up

to a squall as the 'Columbia' gains tremendous speed and a strange

mist engulfs the ship. She is travelling an amazing 2000knots and

then suddenly slows down. They are in a harbour once again, but

where are they ? It is now daylight, it having being night just an hour

before going to sea. The jolt from sudden stopping awaken Norrington

and Jenkins and they head up on deck. From the captain, Norrington

finds out the ship has travelled to some unchartered land, he

orders for a boat to be lowered intending to go ashore on a

scouting mission and asks for volunteers, Norrington and Jenkins go

along with Captain Dennis Owens and his first officer Glenn Hill plus

two crewmen. As they approach Dover harbour (is Dover here an

unchartered land?) the passengers and crew behold a very unusual

sight: instead of sailing ships they notice ships of strange types moored

in the harbour, along with the 'Enterprise'- the sister ship of the

'Columbia' which must be brand new, but appears to be worn out and

ready for scrapping. What are these strange ships, what had happened

to their own ship ? The Captain decides he needed some answers

(The Captain wishes to find out) so they all decide to board one of the

strange vessels. When on board they go below deck and find a propulsion

system of strange design on the cellar deck. they are all amazed at what

they see. The captain discovers the bridge of the huge ship full of weird

levers and instrumentation. Owens notices a placard on the ship's wheel

mount on the 'Albatross' built at Newcastle in 1929, as well as a calendar

dated 1930,and it all starts to make sense: the weird mist had transported

them through a time portal from 1750 to the year 1930.....

Is the crew of the 'Columbia' marooned forever in this particular time period ?

Is there any way back to their own time?

Make the discovery (Find out) in Part 10...."The Unknown World"

Posted the first day of each month.
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
The continuing adventures of the Black Dove and his friends as they are trapped in a time paradox.

Written : 30th July 2013
Edited: Marikia
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cafetwo2010

Tribute to Morgan

Who keeps us smiling with with a
thousand stories and one?
Whom do the maidens choose
as the knight to be won
Who keeps the heart alive in his
every written poem
Why do the ladies sit weeping
by the phone
It is the one who keeps us poets
always asking for more
His name is Morgan..and
He's much much more!
Cafe2010
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Posted: Oct 2013
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john17021984

Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 10a)

"The Unknown World "

After leaving Monterey by ship, the Columbia encounters a
strange storm accompanied by a heavy mist that creates a voyage through time to another place. The Captain discovers they are in Dover harbour but everything seems different, Norrington, Jenkins, Captain Owens, and first officer Hill investigate the huge ship named 'Albatross', which is moored in the port. The huge ship's bridge is full of weird levers and
instrumentation, Owens notices a placard on the ship's wheel stating ''The Albatross built at Newcastle in 1929", also a calendar dated 1930, and it all starts to make sense, including the weird mist that transported them through time from 1750 to the year 1930. Captain Owens realises that the freak storm may possibly return and if they were lucky enough it may take them back to their normal timeline. He suggests they should all return to the Columbia. They are about to leave when the watch crew comes back. They are heavily armed with rifles and a machine gun. The Captain of the Albatross tells them: "Halt! Hands up!" and their men search them for concealed weapons. They are later taken on deck. While the two captain's hold a discussion Owens tells Captain Ryder that they are here by accident not design as a strange wind brought them from 1750 to 1930. He could not understand why this happened but they seem now stranded here. The only chance of returning is to try to reconnect with the wind taking us back to our own time, and things will once again be normal. While they are talking they see in the distance that the storm is returning, and Ryder agrees to help them but they need to be quick, as the storm is approaching the Columbia very fast. Ryder tells his crew to release the men and start the ship's engines. Within a few minutes the Albatross reaches the Columbia. The storm is now upon them. As Captain Owens man's the ship's wheel, they set sail towards the storm whereas the Albatross flees the scene. Seconds later the Columbia is engulfed in fog. It is happening again, the speed becomes faster and faster, the ship begins to shake and buffet, and then starts to slow down again. Norrington and Jenkins look around to see if they are near some volcanic island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Captain Owens arranges a landing party to try to get some supplies, food and water and anything else they can find. They also take their guns for protection.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
The continuing saga of the Black Dove as he battles his way through 12 exciting chapters in this adventure/sci fi classic poetry serial.
Editor : Marikia
Written : 11th August 2013
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john17021984

Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 10 B)

"The Unknown World" (Continued)

Flying above the ship are two large birds, but on a closer inspection they observe flying reptiles, Pterodactyls: it seems they have been transported to the prehistoric times. They decide to carry on moving towards the island. Owens, who is leading the men, realises they have to go in, get through and out as quick as possible through the rainforest with its strange vegetation and small animals. Moments later they notice a Stegosaurus eating foliage. Avoiding confrontation they walk around the trees only to encounter an Alosaurus- a flesh eater which notices them. Growling it starts to chase after the crew. They shoot their pistols at it. While running
Jenkins falls to the ground, Norrington turns and decoys the beast away from his friend, the other crew members help Jenkins escape the beast's clutches. Without being noticed Norrington is transformed into the Black Dove and is trying to lure the beast in his direction. The other men are now on board the ship, while the
Dove is playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the Alosaurus. The Dove uses his super strength and speed to jump onto the monster's back and render it unconscious. The dinosaur slumps to the ground. Becoming John Norrington again he rejoins his friends. Captain Owens is successful in getting fresh water and some plants for their voyage home. The storm is approaching the Columbia giving them another chance to return home to England. Everyone is on board, knowing not where they will be going to next.
Will the Columbia's crew finally arrive in England?
Or will they end up in another time zone again?
The startling answer is in Part 11...."Destination Unknown"
Posted the beginning of next month (December)
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
The Story Continues. Because of the long story it has been written in two parts A & B. because of formatting restrictions by CS.
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Yankee4you

The Message (The 40 words Challenge!!)

Hated for virtue steady
Upheld faith rarely knew
His world wasn’t ready
For His love shining through
The taunts and heavy lashes felled
The accusations all untrue
Senseless, unjust mob swelled
Every punch and slur they threw
‘Jesus’ was heard.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
I was greatly inspired by the 40 words 'style' of poetry used by Joyce Hemsley and shared by Martina on the corner recently when she shared Joyce's poem 'Martina' so I gave this style a go and submit my own 40 word poem. Will others please give this challenge a chance? The only rule is the poem must contained exactly 40 words!
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Yankee4you

Evolution

Kindness
In the afternoon
Speaks to my lonely soul
Breadcrumbs in the park
Scattered after dark
Hunger beyond control

Blindness
Floating on the wing
Falling from a high perch
Clutching in my claws
Incoherent of my flaws
Craving all I smirch

Goodness
Searching over me
Coming and going
Never lasting long
Like a bird’s song
Hidden in a tree

Wiseness
Gaining over time
Taking and giving
Spoken words of truth
Even the most uncouth
Hearing the bells chime


Soundness
Challenging my mind
Rising and falling
Testing it for faults
Bending somersaults
Becoming so defined

Greatness
When the time comes
Growing and shrinking
Like cloudy shadows
Coming through windows
Sounds of beating drums
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Abstracts about life and maturity.
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Yankee4you

Intolerance

It may be measured by an inch
Or measured by a mile
The amount we can put up with
Will not always make you smile
I hate my shortcoming such
They always make me feel sore
But what really irks me as much
Is when I hate someone else’s more
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
The greatest danger to freedom of speech and threat to living in a free society might very well come down to any form of intolerance, especially directed towards those who love doing what they love doing
because it might be considered offensive to someone else. History is filled with examples.
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Yankee4you

The Commute

I am struggling
With the pace of life
Never far removed
From toil and strife
The hours drawing near
Life drifting so afar
All the time wondering
Who the hell we are
Is life really progress
When we have no time
Under so much stress
Travelling down
The highway so sublime
Ever careful to observe
To whom we must serve
‘Till suddenly at once
We have to swerve
Just to survive
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
That crazy time before and after going to work.
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Yankee4you

Dreaming Late at Night

I was dreaming late at night
When the shadows were leaving me behind
There was a white light, full of stars
Many angels were singing, they were kind

There was a cloudburst, flapping wings
And an old dog napping by a fire
I watched sailors, drunk on whiskey
And the smell of rubber, burning tire

I saw lonely hearts buried in the sand
And a happy fish jumping from the sea
And mermaids strumming guitars
And children swimming around a tree

In the moonlight, a maiden singing
And a tree full of hungry cats
Watching red foxes roasting chickens
And a man chasing after his hat

I saw rainbows chasing thunder
And a young boy panning for gold
And some rain drops making puddles
Dusty birds all waiting so bold

There was a horsefly playing fiddle
And a cow jumping into the sky
On a wood pile full of crickets
Was a little girl waving good bye

And a bus full of angry people
Telling me life is all a bunch of lies
Like a dead horse reeking badly
From a stomach full of swarming flies

I was dreaming, late one night
When the shadows were leaving me behind
There was a white light, full of stars
Many angels were singing, they were kind
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
All scenes from some faraway, distant galaxy kind of place in my dreams.
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