john17021984 Poetry (101)

"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Monterey is to be withdrawn from Mexico now under the control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"

What is Poetry ? It is a projection of the mind that
is created on paper in many forms and types we
may not know of yet. The poem form is like music
and mathematics, it has similar overtones as it works
by formula, a poem can be a great work like that
of William Shakespeare or simply written by either
you or I, it comes in many forms in a story, lyric
narrative and sometimes completely unknown.
It is how we conceive it, we are all capable of such
literature, everything we write is a form of poetry,
When a poem is written our critics sometimes say
'That is not a poem', how can we really say that as
it is up to the writer to decide, what is not a poem
may still qualify as a poem in one form or another,
the answer to this riddle is it is different to the rest
of poetry as we all know it, we all need to accept it
as we cannot discriminate against it.

Let's travel back in time to 1928, the place is Sydney (Australia)
The local government wanted to create a harbour crossing from
the North to South of Sydney, architects were brought in to
draw up plans for it's conception, there were suspension bridges
like the Brooklyn Bridge and the Golden Gate, but were turned
down however, they decided to make a single span arch bridge
similar to the railway bridge in Pennsylvania USA, they started
the build in 1928 and over a period of four years the Sydney
Harbour bridge became a reality, made of steel and the blood
and sweat of men some who died during it's construction. This
bridge was unique in design, It had a large single arch, capable
of rail, tram and motor vehicles, with two walkways either side
of the bridge deck, it had four magnificent sand stone pylons.
In 1932 the bridge was opened twice, firstly by a soldier on
horseback named DeGroot who slashed the ceremonial ribbon
with his sword, he opened the bridge in honour of the people
of NSW, however the ribbon was replaced and opened officially
by the State Labor Governor Jack Lang who cut the ribbon with
ceremonial ornamental scissors, then they removed the
locomotives which had been used to test the bridge for strength,
shortly thereafter the bridge was opened for use by commuters.
Before that happened the gathering crowds were permitted to
walk the entire length of the bridge, when this had been completed
the first train and motor vehicles travelled across the bridge. Sydney had a brand new bridge, 'The Bridge of Dreams' or as it
became famous for years later 'The Coat Hanger', this bridge
had been built during Sydney's depression years, it still
remains today an icon to all.

In the 1900's to 1950's, it was amazing what you could
buy for a penny (1d), a bag of sweets was a popular buy
chewing gum, a trip on a bus, a newspaper, postage stamp,
lemonade and many other things, children would get a penny
for pocket money and the clever child would save it up until
there was enough to buy something of greater value, as most
children the money would burn a hole in their pockets, so then
they would ask their parents for more money, they would
say not till the following week, that is what it was like
back then, children respected their parents and were very
greatful for what they had done in raising them well.

Do you believe in luck?, The answer is 'No'. Everyone
tells us "good luck" or "bad luck" the truth being we
all make our luck, it depends on chance or coincidence
that luck appears, if we gamble we usually have a 50%
chance of succeeding depending on the odds against us.
Many people have accidents and become hurt, the luck
then depends on whether we were careless or cautious.
Luck has nothing to do with it, it is just an excuse we all
accept as either good luck or bad luck, luck plays no
real decision in our life, it is a choice we all make the
right and the wrong choice, this is determined by us.
the flip of a coin, two different directions in our life
they are called cross-roads and we all must face
them consistently, the fancy name for these decisions
is called Luck, so if you ever hear good luck it means
you have made the right decision and not good luck.

Back in the 19th century, the darkness was brought to life
by the gaslight, these lights were a softer option to the
brightly lit arc lamps which made the streets look like
daylight, if you looked at them too long it could make you
blind because of it's extreme brightness, they were later

removed in favour of the gaslight which became a romantic
light for lovers who would often meet at night under these
lights, they also looked spooky in the foggy streets of
London, were in the night, crimes were committed by the
likes of Jack the Ripper, and other criminals , and you

could hear the police whistle being blown while chasing
a criminal, in the distance you could hear the musical sound
of the barrel organ at a nearby pub. The gaslight was a part
of London's night life and a big part of British history. Once
the electric light was discovered the gaslight vanished forever.

Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all light up
at the sight of these delectable treats, they had
many different favourites like licorice and sherbet
that would melt in their mouth, mint rock, barley
sugar sticks, lollipops, humbugs, gobstoppers as
well as the famous hand made chocolates and
toffees and many more delicacies, the children
would drive their parents crazy until they got
their bag of sweets, in the end the parents had
to give in to their whims and they also bought
some for themselves to eat while relaxing at home.
We go back to the present and sweets are still on
display at the local supermarket, the nostalgia
has been replaced by commercial trading, turning
over huge profits for corporate business giants.
The good old days will never return as this is the
modern world of today's money hungry executives.

The South Pole, is one of the coldest
regions in the World with all the snow
and ice. In many places large caverns
and icy glaciers make this resemble
another world. large Icicles hang down
on many of these underground cavern
ceilings looking like an amazing city
of ice. The extreme cold prevents anyone
from living here creating an amazing
sight to see.

Money is the common currency that we all use
to purchase goods, helping our lives to be more
fullfilling, but over the years money has become
a lot more to certain business people who tend
to make money a god, they worship over everything

else, their wealth has become paramount even to
the fact they will destroy people's lives, making it
impossible to survive in this world of turmoil.
They will start wars if there is a profit to be made
and governments always want money from taxpayers

around the world, creating taxes that have no real
meaning but an excuse to obtain money from all.
Money as we know it seems to have lost it's value
and will not buy very much these days, creating a
breakdown in our lifestyles and causing, depression

poverty and death through suicide, because the
poor people cannot accept life anymore. The world
seems hell bent on the need for greed, rather than a
fairer society, it is all controlled by the power of money.

This is the strange tale of the Alligator Man
it all took place in the Amazon River, as a young
alligator is looking for food to satisfy his
needs. Above him a large storm was forming,
it had a very unusual red hue inside the clouds,
below the alligator was enjoying his find of a
large sea snake, when all of a sudden the
lightning bolts came crashing down in the jungle.
The alligator was very scared as he made for the
embankment, he tried to take refuge but was hit
by a powerful lightning bolt, he lay motionless as
if dead, within minutes he stirred, but noticed
something very strange, his body was stripped of
his protective armour, and he found the urge to
stand on his back feet, he noticed he was changed
somehow, his appearance no longer looked like
an alligator, his form was more human than before
as he walked through the jungle he found refuge
from the storm and his instinct now was to keep
warm, he lay down and fell asleep, after two hours
he woke up and had changed again, he was human
and found he could make noises through his mouth.
Leaving the cave he came across a group of campers,
he approached them and noticed the smell of food.
He approached the camp and tried to sneak away
with some hot meat that was cooking on a spit, he
went to pick it up but was stopped by a camper, the
Alligator Man looked in horror as they all got hold
of him, after a while they realised he did not
understand them, he suddenly collapsed on the
ground, he slept for an hour but when he awoke he
had become very old, the campers decided to take
him to the nearest hospital as they had not seen
anything like this, they gathered up their camping
gear and then went straight to the hospital, from
the rear of the vehicle they heard loud groans, they
stopped the vehicle and went quickly to the rear.
They saw the old man transform into pure energy.
What had caused this strange phenomena?, it seemed
that the lightning bolt had somehow mutated the
alligator's DNA and it cause an evolutionary change
making the creature evolve each time into a higher
form of life, the final change was pure energy and
thought, perfect in every way.

Last night when my heart was in a flutter
Around to Angelina's house we'd go
I was hungry so she fed me bread and butter
Then she walked upstairs moving very slow

Her teeth she would lay upon the table
Her curly hair was hung upon the bed
As I was there to show her I was able
I saw her screwing off her wooden leg.

The magnet is a wonderful thing, as it is
made from iron extracted from the ground
becoming a magnet from it's magnetic
properties from the Earth, being buried over
centuries it has become vital to man.
with the abilities to attract metal and also
repell metal with a different polarity, as
like poles repell and unlike poles will attract
this amazing piece of iron can be used in
various products: generators, motors and
may even be the solution to anti-gravity
and propulsion of space vehicles that could
travel to distant planets and beyond, back
in earlier times people believed the magnet
may be a creation of the Devil, as being a
material capable of pointing North, a form of
scourcery or even witchcraft, where in actual
fact it was science, used in the creation of the
compass, something that every boy scout
would use in camping, and many uses today.