john17021984 Poetry (101)

Pirates were around in the 16th century, they flew the
Jolly Roger/Scull & Crossbones and would loot and pillage
Ships at sea, for their rich cargo and gold doubloons
Over the years they have moved to land in guises as
Highwaymen and bushrangers, outlaws that steal money
As well as gold and defy the law. In modern times the
Pirate has become an even bigger threat to the film and
Music industry by bootlegging copies on videotape and
Disks, robbing performers and actors of their rightful
Royalties. Now in the days of the Internet, the pirate or
Modern day version known as a scammer, creates
All sorts of evil ways to attain money on hoax activities
Dating sites and social networking even through networks
With items for sale. Yes hoaxes and scams make up about
Seventy percent of Internet activities, which goes
Unpoliced, with people losing large ammounts of money
To these unscroupulous people every day. Can they be
Stopped? The answer is a mystery, as the world is losing
It's innocence to unstoppable theives we call pirates.

To be given a gold medal
You have to win the gold medal
To take drugs and cheat
Is winning without merit
To dishonour the olympics
Is to dishonour Yourself.

I had the pleasure of reading some
brilliant poetry lately like nothing
I have seen before, the description
of the poem was beautiful and I could
not resist reading the rest of this
poem as it was so compelling, she
described all of the actions in the
scene holding my attention right to
the very end, I was totally amazed
by her words, I made a review comment
then moved to another poem. This one
was so different as it was a tragic
love story about a past love and how
she shared a fantasy with her lover,
this was so sad, I made yet another
comment as I was being slowly drawn
closer to this person. The next day
I received an email at the poetry site
after she had previously sent me a
request and had made some previous
comments on my poems, she asked me to
review some of her own poems to see
what I thought of them, I commented on
her poems saying they were really good,
slowly becoming good friends. I told
her I would be her poetry soul mate
and mentor, she loved the idea so I
now spend time reading her material
and I can truthfully say that she is
an exceptional poet and I would help
her achieve her dream of being a great
poet, something I shared also, we are
now both very close friends, so I am
writing this tribute poem to a woman
who I truly believe could become a
legendary poet in years to come, she
has a wonderful mind and heart and
gives soul to her poetry, her name is
Lady Jewel who one day will be known
as the 'Princess of Poetry', she has
passion with great feeling in her poems
she has written. She will continue to
do this for all times. I am so proud of her.

As children we are told that the moon has a face on it,
With our childlike eyes we see a friend - the man on the
Moon. There he sits in the sky looking down on us,
With his friendly smile, loved by children everywhere.

There is a misconception that there really is an actual man
Up there, but there are others who say that he is made of
Green cheese, but we also find this hard to swallow. Yes, the
Moon is said to make people go mad by looking

At it too long, and lovers would not be romantic without
It. Even the witches are supposed to fly accross the
Face of the moon flying on their broomsticks during
Halloween. Yes, the moon has many sides to it: some

Good and some evil, but the prettiest sight is when
The moon is at it's fullest, showing that wonderful
Round face of the man on the moon smiling down at you.

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.

What is a Shadow? When you walk or run you give it life,
But when the light's reflection is gone it disappears, that is
Until, the sun comes up or the street lights go on.
But were does this lifeform go in the absence of light ?


Does it die or is it reborn again, it can't be the case
Of life as we know it. The Shadow always manages to come
Back when the sun is high, and it follows you everywhere
It seems to be an entity, a phantom that can reinvent


Itself at will. It is more than just a reflection of our human
Aura, it is a creation brought about by light. It cannot talk,
Eat or sleep and it is not a living being as we know it
But it never dies because it has never lived. It is a


Nondescript lifeform that is always present in light conditons.
It cannot be explained but it seems as real as you or I.
In the Shadow World we would be the reflection of the Shadow.

Just Like a bird in a guilded cage we are all
supposed to be free ? But are we really
free ? The answer is No !, in Australia we
are compelled to vote, we are fined if
we don't vote, as our governments make
laws that control our lifestyle, when life
was created by God he deemed all of us
were born equal, that being the case why
do we need a leader to govern as we are
all as good as each other, laws create
problems in society, and corrupts our
lifestyles. When society, tells us what we are
permitted to do and even what we say and
wear, is that freedom ?, the answer is No,
we live in a society were we are forced to
accept rules on our personal appearance,
it was alright for women to wear skirts and
men to wear long pants, and boys to wear
short pants all in the name of tradition
and this is dictating our lives, if we fail to
comply we are discriminated by society and
looked upon as anti socialists which in some
extremes can lead to civil unrest and world wars,
we are all prisoners of tradition and government
laws, we do things to please everyone except
ourselves and that is selfishness that needs to
change as people need to wear and look as they
wish. here are some examples these days women
can wear pants and men even wear skirts, they
are called kilts that Irish and Scottish soldiers
would wear into battles. Makeup only woman
wear allowed to wear, yet in very early times
men would wear make up, back in the Egyptian
dynasties. It was also the same in indian tribal
customs only men wore war paint, but it has
all changed. If a man wore lipstick in the street
today he would be laughed at as being gay or
a drag queen, yet circus clowns have done this
in there work amusing children, even actors
use it with no incriminations, so why can't
men and women have a say in what they
wear and how they dress and have nothing
said about it, if we were truly free we could
do all of this, but as long as discrimination
rules society we will always be forced to obey
tradition and follow the rules that suits a select
few and not the majority of the world we live in.
This explains my thesus that we are just like
that bird in a guilded cage, we seek freedom
but can never really be free. This is the order
of our society today.

Comets, meteors and asteroids travel through the galaxies
of outer space, and often pass by Earth on many occasions,
when a comet get's too close to earth it could cause a
cataclysmic result, even to the extent of the extinction of
all life on planet Earth, Halley's Comet visits our planet

once every seventy five years, it's last sighting was in 1985.
when it was very difficult to observe, but way back in 1910
it was a totally different story, many people thought it was
the end of the world, as it came closer and closer to the Earth.
People on the ground seeing this disturbing sight were saying

"it's getting larger and it is so bright" others were saying "It's
doomsday we are all going to die" the old man says "It will
veer off, It will not hit us" a little girl looks to the sky and says
"Hold me daddy I am scared", minutes later the comet veers
off back into outer space, the old man says, " I told you we

would be safe it happened like that when I first saw the comet
back when I was only twenty years old". The world is once again
safe, and the comet will not return for another seventy five years.

Time is a measurement point of reference in our lives
It is measured in hours, minutes and seconds
We are in fact a slave to time, in our daily lives
Everything is based on time, meeting people, working hours
Medical appointments, they are all controlled by time
Even when we go to sleep and wake up the next day
Time is there to remind us of the things we have to do
We are all slaves to time and we are stuck with it.
When we are late for appointments we rush to get there
Even to a point were we risk our lives to it's beckoned call
Yes we all wish we could be the master of time
A wish that we all know is impossible as we know that
We can never beat the odds to do this.
Time is and always will be a necessary evil in society
Because if there was no time, the World would be a mess
So now you have it, we can't live with it or without it
Time is here to stay and we are all slaves to this unseen enemy.

Halloween is the time when children

dress up as witches, gouls and ghosties

to celebrate this special yearly event.


But there was a time in 1790 that it was a

different story, in America and other countries

around that time suspected women and men

of practicing black magic using evil chants and


Spells, and were seeked out by townspeople.

A witch was a woman who loved black cats and

used secret potions had bubbling cauldrens and


Flew around on broomsticks and if caught would be

burned at the stake or summarily drowned by the

leaders of the witch hunters, all this was the lead up


To what we now celebrate as Halloween. Children go

around trick or treating, unaware of the folklore

of the flying witch on her broomstick and evil doings


Children now expect that at midnight witches will make

their appearance during the bewitching hour, flying

across the face of the moon on their broomsticks.

Halloween is really meant to be the night of the Witch.

"Adventures On The High Seas"

The quicksand has claimed one victim, the fleeing horse and the real

Black Dove is trapped underneath the quicksand. He manages to grab the

horses tail and climb on the side of the horse and with brute strength

jumps clear of the sand onto firm ground, he also manages to rescue

the imposter from the sand, he was unconscious but still alive. He

changes back as John Norrington and then wakens up the Dove imposter,

his gun was dry and would still work so he tells the imposter to move.

At that moment the King's guards are approaching them, they notice

the Black dove and arrest him. Norrington tells them about the outlaw

gang up the road. They decide to investigate, giving Norrington a ride

back on horseback. they reach the Golden Coach and the other outlaws

scuttle off, but are soon captured by the soldiers. They decide to unmask

the Black Dove, but to their surprise, they find Jack Wild behind the

mask. Norrington can hardly believe what he sees, as Jack Wild has died

in the mine having being impaled on a pinnacle, Wild tells him he was

his twin brother Luke, and pledges to kill the Black Dove the moment he

finds him. The soldiers cart him off with the other prisoners, and

Norrington is taken back to Norrington Manor. When he arrives he

is greeted by his friend and butler Bill Jenkins, who said he has booked a

passage for them both on a ship heading for South America. He was asked

for assistance in a landowner's dispute in Monteray (California). They board

the ship and moments later she leaves for California. The ship is seaborne for

two days when they are attacked by a pirate ship. Norrington and Jenkins

are in their cabin when the ship is boarded by pirates. The pirates capture

all crew members and approached the cabin were Norringtoan and Jenkins

are standing. Moments later as they entered the cabin, they see one man

standing there with a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. It is the

Black Dove. The pirates attack him as he shoots one pirate and starts fighting

with the other. He escapes the cabin and tries to find a hiding place but is

seized by three more pirates and taken on deck. The Captain of the pirates

decides to make him walk the plank. His hands are bound and he is been

weighted down with heavy chains, then forced to walk the plank, He is

pushed into the ocean and as he goes down quickly to the bottom, the

pirates laugh at his ill fortune.......Has the Black Dove drowned in the sea?

What will become of Bill Jenkins trapped alone on the ship ?

Don't miss "Peril At Sea" Part 6 next time.

Marina is a special lady of distinction and honour
As she guided my hand to write poems from my heart
I wrote poems before to enter them in competition
Though the more I tried, I never could win.

Years later I created more poems to display In my
Book hoping one day I would reach the pinnacle of
Success but alas I was doomed to failure again, so
I put my poems to rest again I would not put pen to
Paper for a long time to come as my writing seemed
A failure as from day one.

Years went by and I left my wife, I looked for a
New partner having no luck I tried different dating
Sites looking for love, but I always failed the more
I tried, I found a poetry section on a dating site
It made me remember old times of the past, writing
For competitions and never ever winning at all
What if I posted my old poetry here, it would be sort
Of a labour of love.

I did so and I posted my first poem "Life", I thought
That was nice so I wrote more of my old poems as a
Legacy of my past, when I finished the last of my poems
I felt I had done enough, and was going to end this
Poetry forever. A day went by as I was reading my
Emails, I then discovered this wonderful person.

She was an inspiration to me and told me she loved
My poems asking me for some more, I was going to quit
Writing forever and had no plans to return, so I gave
It some thought, it was crunch time now, and I had to decide,
Whether or not to disappoint my fan, So I decided to write
One more for Christmas, so as to please my dearest fan.
To my amazement I recieved another comment, my admiring fan
Saying she liked it again, She advised me to keep writing
This poetry as it was a gift to us all.

I was in a dilemma now, I have this gift so what shall I do,
Should I quit right now or do I come shining through, with
The poetry that seems to make people feel good, Is it my right
To keep going or stay forgotten for good. I chose to keep going
As I had discovered a friend, Marina's her name, whom
I will stay faithful to the end.