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His daddy is fighting in Iraq. His mommy is fighting tears. His brother is fighting death. He is fighting his desolation and fears. Friends are but a dream and companions are an illusion. School is a concentration camp, but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion. His training school is loneliness. His milestones are fears, thrust in lies. His only weapon is faith and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries. Strength left his fragile body and he lost the fight in life so coy, yet on his knees he conquered agony and I call him the little soldier boy.
A walk upon dark, icy ground sends shivers down to bony spine; spared from the choke of death thus bound, breath comes whence love and hate entwine. The count, their lord, doth rise at dusk to terrorize blanched countryside His steely eyes slice trembling husk for drop of life, his brides abide. The stench of corpse wafts from dead night like sweet perfume on lover's nape. Enchanted by his starless flight, he beckons with dark-wings of cape. Then, like the moth to burning flame, her fervor climbs for fangs drawn near. a scarlet kiss to seize with shame, Greed's appetite expels stored fear. In harsh rays of the waking dawn, She curses beast, her longing's doom. With conscience breaking charm and brawn, She lifts wood stake above his tomb. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/12/15 for Giorgio's Sketch a Fictitious Character II Contest *iambic tetrameter
A boy lines up plastic soldiers In straight rows across his floor. He knocks them down with callow ease In a naive game of war. Far across the deepest ocean, In between rich, well-known places, Little boys become those soldiers - Grow hard lines upon their faces. Guns weigh down their frail frames, As they march in groups like drones; Passing by jumbles of bodies - Messy piles of flesh and bones. One cries softly in the corner, Another cannot bear the sound. He takes the blunt side of his gun And beats the other to the ground. In the streets they pass right over Mothers murdered, sisters raped, Countless men whose limbs are broken, But whose empty eyes still gape. Narrow roads become red rivers, Neighbourhoods go up in flames, Backyards turn into cold graveyards - Still they play this twisted game. Far across the deepest ocean, In the richest, well-known places, Boys line up their plastic soldiers With blind smiles upon their faces.
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely, But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me. If the tears will fall, let them be; I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
The tapered blade glinted in the fast fading moonlight It slipped so easy between the ribs on this, another murderous night Swiftly the body was denuded of all his earthly goods As the bladed murderer slipped off, into the nearby darkening woods. The tapered blade reappeared two nights from that deed No one took notice, the warnings they did not heed The blade did flash the body fell, gurgling sounds did rise As the body crumpled the life blood gone, twas no real surprise. A vigilante, they declared, was on the prowl at night Two evil men had been attacked and given more than just a fright The death toll rose week by week, but none could tell the tale The man with the tapered blade, not once his deadly blade did fail. The bloody murderer with the blade came to a crossroads in his life He stood between three roads marked Hope, Despair and Strife Onto his knees he fell, he prayed and asked "Which road do I take?" I have done your bidding Lord; help me my choice to make. Looking down from heaven on high the Lord was angered so "I never told you to act as judge and everyone will know. Behind you a fourth road is opening this one is called Retribution. Take that one if you dare I say, but expect no absolution." The murderous vigilante, his thanks did express in supplication He took the given road, not realising this act was in its self the causation Of the opening of a doorway where stood the Reaper with his scythe As the curved blade came down, he watched his victim writhe. The Grim reaper did smile his daily task he did so enjoy To be given a soul to keep, would keep his devils in happy employ So if you take the path-the one marked retribution Remember at the end of it may not be the hoped for or best solution. ©5/11/2102 ~GG~
My father had been out of work for way too long. At night, I often heard him and mom weep Food was scant, but love was strong. As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep. My little brother was too young to understand. Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles. I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand. It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials. Then, one-day dad came home all excited. He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear. He said that our future was well fated. That we were in for adventure was clear. It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage. We were going along as his sidekick. A family destined for American homage. In just five days we boarded that ship. Immigrating was a dream come true. Accommodations would be a hardship. But it was worth opportunities…new. Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant. We were housed on the lower deck. It was a very crowded lodgment. We stayed together until the shipwreck. Sirens were screeching people screaming. We could not find dad anywhere. Was he locked up as a cageling? Could it be true; was he trapped down there? Lifeboats were being lowered. Mom held my brother, crying. Dad must be somewhere cloistered. We all feared a dreadful dying. Someone put me in a lifeboat. I reached for mom as it descended. The Titanic was still afloat. But my family separated. The water was freezing. I had forgotten my coat. People crying, sniffling, and sneezing. The lifeboat soon became an iceboat. Within a few hours, death began. Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses. A young girl destined to live without her clan. Hidden from polar breezes. That was the last time I saw my mother. My mind holds the image clearly. She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother. Oh, how I loved my family dearly. When rescuers finally arrived. I was the only one alive in the lifeboat. Beneath those bodies, I survived. Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat. I never did see America. I was sent to an orphanage back home. Life had dealt a great trauma. Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam. © April 9, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
My blood trickles through the tip of my pen as my soul is exposed yet once again. Naked, my words slowly open the door, and step into the world largely ignored. Fearfully, they confront giants of hate, bigotry, ignorance, Thus fixing their fate. So bleeding, I press my pen to the page and bear my soul once more to cowards' rage.
Wintry night, the clouds were churning While the lightning lit the sky The old house it shook and trembled As the howling wind went by. I put out the waning candle Total darkness all around It felt cold, in bed I snuggled Heard the thunder's drawling sound. It took ages till I drifted Into rough and restless sleep When at once I felt me falling Down a tunnel deep and steep. Chilly hands wrapped tight around me Felt the breathing of a ghost; In a daze it tugged and led me To the open ragged coast. Had no strength or will to struggle The cold water dragged me down Uncontrolled the helpless feeling Of a man about to drown. Then I woke all of a sudden And I saw the dawning light Found myself all wet and sweaty From the dream I had that night. So relieved! I felt elated. What an ugly fright I'd had. Then I looked and saw beside me Soaking seaweed on the bed!! ------------------------------------------- 23rd October 2014 Contest: Ghosts Stories Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Placed: 4th
Many voices from the past, Always echoing in my head, How long can it last, I thought you were dead. You always tell me what to do, So I don't make a mistake, Somehow you always knew, How many I could make. Because once I hurt you, And you'll never let me forget, But what can I do, You're not quite dead yet. Why won't you leave me alone, Will you never forgive me, I wish I could atone, Please, just let me be. The hollow echo of your voice, Will linger on forever, You've given me no choice, It'll never stop, ever. The sound of you used to make me smile, But now it tortures me, I will always be in denial, So an end I'll never see. Written by: Kelly Deschler Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" - themes-gothic/spiritual
Morning has broken as it has done for many years Day to day we continue without the fear of fears Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v. As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear As I drive through my city, towards this impending day The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v. Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view Reports from many countries are brought to me and you They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php
The fear of her looks Became thorns in her side Her images were shattered Because the mirrors decide This beautiful girl Who sees a different face She hears the world laughing No matter where she is in place In her bedroom at home She faces her demons alone Unknown to her family For years she has roamed In her dreams one night She receives her wish Surrounded by mirrors She cuts her wrists Because the fear of her looks Had penetrated so deep inside This beautiful girl Who now, no longer resides http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php
There on that bench, here in this park Was where I met God, alone in the dark. He wasn't adorned with riches galore. He was a pauper man, not needing more. He sat with me then, as I was so scared. Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair. Separated from family, didn't know where to go I sat on the bench and waited there so. Along came this man, scared of him I was Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because He spoke with a tone and offered a hand, A sign to me that he would understand. I told him my story. He said not to fear. He'd stay with me until family was near. I felt reassured and safe as could be. His warm soft voice, it blanketed me. Then in the distance, my dad had appeared. He was right all along, I had nothing to fear. My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight. I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight. He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure. When I turned my head, he wasn't there anymore. I looked at my dad and told him of my tale He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale. He said, "Son when you need him, God does appear. It's not very strange that He was right here. He serves and protects and loves us all much. I believe He was here and gave you His touch." I was amazed at those words that my father said. I couldn't wait to go home and pray at my bed. "Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do. You sent me a savior and that savior was You. You reached to this child, protected this night. You offered him hope and provided light. You took away his fear and made him feel warm. Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm. Thank you."
O Lord! Thou art my Coach I shall never be defeated Strengthen me for this game As I humble call on your name Invigorate my heart, mind and body When I fall, pick me up and energize me Grant me the tenacity to win every ball And courage to stand whatever befall Yea, though my opponents frighten me Like roaring Lions out of their den My great Coach always inspires me Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me Though fear and despair bites me Like venomous snakes out of the shadow My Lord is with me everywhere I go You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe When the final whistle is blown And the team heads to the dressing room May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name Say "Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game" And surely victory, glory and goodness Will hunt me all the days of my life And I shall look up to my Coach forever Walking with me now and ever! The Poet Preacher © 2014 Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.
Rising from their graves, Breaking through the ground, Raised by radiation waves, They are coming to your town. Board up all your doors, Nail them good and tight, Or there will be blood and gore, By the end of the night. They tear down your walls, Break through your window pane, No one can help you at all, When they try to eat your brain. Those dead eyes make you shiver, You scream out with alarm, Zombies try to eat your liver, And, chew on your leg and arm. There is no point to tell her, That it is just too late, Go hide down in your cellar, You cannot escape your fate. Zombies are the living dead, They do not easily expire, So, cause injury to their head, Or, burn them with fire. Hungry zombies do not give, Oh, you better run, Or you will not live, To see the rising sun. Written by: Kelly Deschler October, 11th, 2013 For Leonora Galinta's contest - "Halloween-Only One Theme...Zombies!"
You sit in darkness, watching the lightning, You listen to every clap of thunder, There could be nothing any more frightening, But, in your mind you still wonder. The howling wind blows the curtains, The falling rain taps your window pane, There is nothing there, you are certain, But, an uneasy feeling drives you insane. Tree branches sway within the breeze, Their shadows fall along your wall, You find every explanation with ease, And convince yourself it's nothing at all. A black shadow darts in your direction, There's nothing more menacing than that, Two eyes are seen with the light reflection, Suddenly, you realize it's just your cat. But, then a cold chill races down your spine, It's not the wind, your window is now closed, You try to say that everything is fine, So, what is it, do you suppose. Listen, something is walking up the stairs, You can hear it's footsteps on the floor, All this tension begins to raise your hairs, Do you dare open your bedroom door.
Today I am about to embark on a journey that I have waited for, for so long, they say that this one is the safest ship were nothing could ever go wrong. As I stare down at the crowd, I think, here I am, traveling on the R.M.S. Titanic, this is the most exciting day of my life and yet I feel a sense of anxiety and panic. I calm myself by breathing in April's fresh air and the sea's waves begin to roll and rock, I close my eyes and feel the warm sunshine as the ship finally departs from the dock. Even though I'm not a first class passenger I admire the grandeur of the White Star Line, my few luxuries and the kindness shown to me are enough to warm this heart of mine. For Carolyn Devonshire's Past Lives Contest I'm very interested in learning about the Titanic, but sometimes when I look at a picture of the ship, I get this tremendous feeling of dread and fear. So much so, that I cannot look at the photo any longer. I don't know where my fear of this ship comes from. I have never been on a cruise or had any kind of traumatic experience on a ship. Sometimes, I think that I may have been on the Titanic in my past life. I don't know if I would have survived or not.
AS THE CLOCK OF WAR IS TICKING (Let us do whatever we can to stop it!) As the clock of war is ticking Broader the smiles of death become Cause the untimely passing away of souls is thinking Onto the oblivion's horrific land! © Demetrios Trifiatis 02 SEPTEMBER 2013
My heart is on Your shoulders, And You are lifting me up. With every spoken tender gesture, I fall a little farther in love.
I stood alone on the ship's deck all afternoon just to watch the sun sinking low on the sea, the Atlantic ocean is so calm this evening but, that old feeling of dread still bothers me. I slowly exhale to calm myself once again and my breath comes out in a white mist, the air is slowly turning cold and frigid now as the night's darkness pulls me into it's own abyss. There is nothing that I can see out there now except clear-white burgs of ice in the distance, another odd feeling hits me that I cannot deny but, how could ice play a role in my existence? The sun's rising on April 15th will warm me and I will escape this feeling of an early fate, my entire body shudders for the very last time as the sounds of breaking ice and bending iron reverberate. This poem was inspired by Paul Callus, who suggested that a sequel to my poem, "Aboard The Titanic", might make for an interesting read.
I have some choices to face, But these are not my decisions to make. God told me what He wants me to do; He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
Eternal faith; Love in His name. Saved by grace; Never erased.
Follow your dreams and follow your heart; God has shown you the path to start. Never give up and always have faith; Do what you love and enjoy this place!
It's not the same without you; The days are rainy and the nights are blue. My heart is crying and God is too, But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
You've heard it said... "follow your heart" For relentless desire bleeds for craven want Yet when indecision weighs on life's many parts Those opposed abandon not incessant haunt Pin pricked light shines brighter Through onyx colored scene Weakness revealed when life is darkest Specks of defect in the fortress of our need Ones heart can be a complexity An up hill struggle when obscurity feels blind A quandary of perception in a house of mirrors Reflections twisted by perplexities of the mind Follow your heart yes live your dreams Leave not your mind unreasoned To walk the path less traveled leaves A consequence of actions completed So it is with indecision To scale the weight of what's to come When precious life hangs trembling in the balance A calculated measure of the hearts true sum Can we really overthink those choices we make For somewhere every road has an end Rugged or velvety destinations take root And blossom where choices were stemmed I've heard of double minded fools Tossed like waves in the sea Perhaps it's simply this woman's folly To think it couldn't happen to me Oh to measure the value of dreams Which to follow or leave for not Simplicity frowns on passions extremes Such answers must be skillfully wrought I pray that with my every tomorrow I'll be wiser than today Knowing when it's time to seek the dream And patient if I must wait For now I wish but only To know my own heart in truth And weigh the scales of value correctly Then follow with greater wisdom when in naivety's youth
Oh great and powerful future What will you do with our past? We've labored over the years To make sure our photos last. Having filed hundreds in books Where they're somewhat organized By event, by year, but by god When we're gone, will they still be prized? Oh great and powerful future I know I'm a simple man, Without powers of prophesy My life has a limited span. But please remember these photos Or if not, why do we save. Can't a record of memories Have a future beyond the grave?
Go to sleep little child; Close your eyes and shut them tight, For we do not know if day will break And be swallowed up by night. But for now, worry not, my dear; The dark's not as bad as it seems. Though darkness looms over the future, You can still escape into your dreams. Lie still my darling baby; Breathe calmly and breathe slow Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night And the moon's hypnotic glow. Worry not about the closet Or the things under your bed; Escape into Dreamland, my dear, Safe from all the things you dread. And if tomorrow fails in coming, At least you will not be here; Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams... Or be consumed by your fears.
The fear of my heart stopping, when I first say hello. But worse would be if yours stopped, what a way to go The fear of not seeing you after all of this long time That fear is the greatest, that would surely be a crime The fear of you not liking me, I'm a disillusionment A fear of you finding, I was not from heaven sent. A fear of something happening to stop me meeting you A fear of all these things, what would I now do? The biggest fear of all would be liking you too much What would I do then, if sparks flew when our hands touch. The fears they are just growing to proportions that are phobic Perhaps I should concentrate on certain things more aerobic. Deep breaths in to calm the heart, reduce the blood pressure too And rubber gloves to catch the sparks, if I ever do meet you. They say face your fears to cure them, that's what I intend to do Looking forward to that day whenever I meet you... © ~GG~2?11/2102
Lord, I do not know what to do; Please, lead me by Your side. Decisions I'm facing are lost and through; Please, lead me to do what's right.
Darkness steals the day's fading sunlight as the moon opens his bright eye above. Stars begin to spray the ebony night that grips the still earth like a glove. Streetlight burns through curtained window casting shadows along my painted wall. Exhausted eyes commence to grow but laggard body tends to stall. Body at last yields to cool sheets as exhausted mind transcends overhead. Eventually vigor within depletes feeling as though I'm living... dead. Springs beneath start to creek and move as strong weight engulfs a motionless stiff. Core sinks deep into mattress groove as eyes search for something to biff. Time lapses; frozen body fights to free resisting an opposing force unknown. Managed to scream let me be, let me be before drifting off to sleep on my own. 6/2/13 Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
I saw you in my dream. So I wanna scream. 'Cause you stuck like a scar. And now you're so far.
Dada was everything to our youth Our wide faculty was his help Our recognition was his sooth Nobody does it than his rep Many youth he carried up there Without seeking any penny Many services he rendered For free. All of which we did see He was not a king or a prince Perhaps he was just a God sent To his community, king and prince... He begot not but was begot Mindful of his predicament But dare not showed it on earth Till that Friday night he drove out Of town and took to a scar oath The next hour we heard he had died And left us belated letter "Don't cry for me, for I had lied. ...I'll die now before later" *cry for...: Mourn 28/05/2013
Darkness lies in silence, an ethereal stillness therein, A wave of fear flows through you, you start to shiver within; Your heart it beats so crazy, you cannot stop it from its fright, From all the things imagined, that might go bump in the night. So you start to wonder, is it just your imagination running wild? Then you hear a twig snap, and you revert back to a child; all the fear within you, escalates beyond your control, and so you start to run, yet it seems you run so slow! All the while behind you, something's on your trail, You lumber on in the madness, of your own created hell; Every branch on every tree, seems to come to life, They reach for you with bony fingers, into your soul they slice! Suddenly the day breaks, the darkness fades away, You see the trees for what they are, as their branches gently sway; Then you laugh at yourself, for all the fright you felt, As you follow the path before you, and your fear begins to melt!
Down the torturous path lies a brick path It's dismal, with only the moon for guide It's not possible to walk without fear All you want to do is go run and hide The darkness eats you up thus bringing tears Pain is, suffice to say, sure terrible You walk onward, slowly as not to scare Just a little wind would hurt horrible You then make it to the end of the path You start to jump for some pure excitement And the wind stirs the trees frightening you You run to your house with bewilderment You sit in your house, breathing heavily Knowing you made it through the devil's path Where evil resides, looks for anyone But you escaped the devil's hurtful wrath Russell Sivey
Bending with the wind, Burning under the sun Sitting in the breezes The rain drops on everyone. We are like the grass, That rustles in the breeze Then when love hits us Who is it we please? When those little arrows Find a pathway to your heart What do we do about them? Where is it that we start? The raindrops fall, but when in love They are like kisses falling down When the sun is beating on us We can just wear love like a crown When the lighting strikes And fear comes knocking at the door Love is there to shield us Then fear can get to us no more Love is all encompassing Love is what we need When that love arrows strikes home It also plants a little seed. The seed of love that's nurtured It grows no matter what we do There is no protection To stop love from hitting you Open your hand and open your heart Don't duck and dive in fear If love comes flying on cupids dart Grab hold and keep it near Love is what will pull us through Love of all and each other But to the special one that loves us so Remember not to smother There are so many types of love From agape to romantic Just make sure of the love you have Try not to force it or become frantic. Love will find its way Through history this we know So to all you lovers out there It's time to send kisses to your beau. xx © 4//02/2013 ~GG~
All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed My one last say to be at last safe and paid Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles No one to take hold with those futile ill revile Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try (c) Olive Eloisa 2:15 am June 02, 2014 Contest Name: Scary Moments Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!
Video Games My children were reared on video games Not my choice I know, but I take the blame The hours they spent on a computer screen Sent spears through my heart and caused me to scream A necessary evil, my husband did say They can learn from these things that they want to play... How can that be, its nothing but blood and gore His answer, I don't know what you are looking at but try it some more The games that they played were frivolous and fun Not the one that I heard of that annihilate everyone. No that came as the boys grew in their understanding And hid them away in the blanket box on the landing. By now though our boys are well rounded men When road kill is on the road they won't look at them They are sissy's with blood of any and all kind They know the difference in a game and real human kind. They have mastered parts of foreign languages By playing on line with all races and ages. Their knowledge is far more than they learnt in school So I am not so afraid now of technologies new tools © ~GG~ 28/09/2012
I found something Closely hidden Behind a door That says; forbidden Behind this door A room full of mystery Unknown desires Ready to become history
Future Shock Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions, dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions. To no avail our heady course in theory only passes. We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten. The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it. History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten. Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it. The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe, and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number. The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do, so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber. Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making, outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty. But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken. In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.
Golgotha seemed no risk to view, As the Place of the Skull beckoned anew. My heart hammered for I saw no escape From the man with a shovel and tattered cape. His shovel waved, as if to attack, And he gave the ground a wicked whack. He shoveled some dirt and filled a hole, Then I recalled the story told. After the Crucifixion, like one possessed, To fill every hole was this man's quest. He said, "I caused His death, to my shame. The hole for the cross was my blame!" I replied, "Sir, he died for you and me, To fill holes in our lives, don't you see?" As he stood weeping, his mind in shock, I said, "Sir, we need to talk."
>It may be the common one, but they still scare the be-jeepers out of me. I can't sit in a room where - I think a spider may be. I often see their footprints where they've walked across the floor And when they take their boots off you won't see me about no more. They say kill a spider is to save a thousand flies That a load of rubbish I hope you realise… Remove a spider you remove the fear, flies are just a pest They don't have great gnashing teeth nor do they have 8 legs, My spider senses tingle, my radar fixes on I know when a spider is about even if-you can't see one They wander round in great big boots as if they own the place All I can do is scream and run with a pillow over my face I need a man to get them and chase them out each day My blood pressure can't take the strain, I nearly faint away So if you're not scared of spiders you are the man for me Just come right in on your white horse and chase them out so gallantly... ~GG~ 4/09/2012
Here I live in darkness Dreadful fright and fear Kept from all my fam'ly And friends that once were near Why am I imprisoned What has been my wrong? Why this dreadful sorrow Instead of happy song? Naught has been my trespass Innocent am I Robbed of all life's goodness Condemned in jail to die
How fatal when we let fear win We destroy what we could have been God's plan no more for we're in sin But Jesus is here and Love's gonna win!
He is there again, the Cardboard Man. I'll drive away as fast as I can, Or maybe I'll throw him a single buck. If I'm out of change, he's out of luck. He says that he will work for food. I'd take his challenge if I could, But I fear that this could be a scam. He could be a convict on the lam. His sign says he's a homeless vet. Surely there's help that he can get. One who deserves our admiration Should not be abandoned by his nation. I carefully avert my face As I wish he'd find another place To display his misery and woe. I have my own tough row to hoe. How much can one lone woman do? My cash is short, resources few. In fear and shame, I drive away. May he live to beg another day. Written 10/22/11 A no. 3
Can it be? After all this time? In my dream I float through a home. Here, where I left my soul without a shrine in grime. This corridor... my heart turns to stone. My feet won't turn around nor will they stop at my bid. My mind conforms to chaos, yet my body is sound. I seem to be in some monotonous state of allure so timid. The darkness illuminates the sorrow of the disintegration I threw away, in vain. I reach the door I locked years ago and my panic boils at what I can't face again. Behind the door would be all I lost. Everything I left behind not to stagnate. Now a haunting voice sings to melt the frost of the decision I made in the countenance of fate. To my horror I possess the key to the past. The lock is rusted and welded, to my relief. Now I recognise the ghost's song, and joy is engulfed fast... Memories erupt... I remember... I murdered her in grief...
...inspired by BOTH movies! Cape highway, speeding, the radio full blast, pitch black with only his headlights to flare on the pavement, it's slick, for there's been a light shower, hazardous drive but he doesn't much care. He's a loner of sorts and he lives with his mother, a Man of God, goes to church every week; he's been to the movies to see the new feature, a drama with action, seductive and sleek. His name is Joe and he has some issues, time spent long ago for committing a crime; the District Attorney, a man named George Sherman, sent him to prison to serve out his time. On the road up ahead he eyeballs a pedestrian, a young teenage girl and she's thumbing a ride; his vehicle's a mess, it's just base transportation, she'd better not mind the condition inside. It's OK , she knows him, it's Joe from the diner, (he cannot believe that he's having such luck!) for it's Lindsay, the daughter of attorney Sherman, who's sitting beside him curled up in his truck. She's calm and relaxed, feels protected with Joe now, sure beats walking around in the rain late at night; she takes a cig and a swig from his Pepsi and sits back, it's great, now her home is in sight. But he takes the access road right of her driveway, heads into the woods so forbidding and drear. Joe isn't looking to ensure her safety, poor Lindsay, she has every reason to Fear.
Guilty as sin Because sin is past tense The deed has been done And not far hence What measure of you now Have been newly made To what pleasure did you bow Where vanity was paid How shall men see you For what you have done Can time someday heal What was seen by the sun Or is there someone waiting Who will remember the truth Is there someone hating Who would set your secret loose Guilt is an emotion Difficult to explain We name those two emotions Sometimes fear and sometimes shame Can you desire repentance Just for fear of God Has shame touched your conscious With feelings that are odd A soul that runs from justice Haunted by a past Always checking your shoulders Tell the lie told last Many years may pass Before the string in your labyrinth is found Those that matter will find the truth That your inextricably bound Will guilt and shame clear your name Or evil face appear When truth and facts finally attach After so many years We blame fate for so many things Especially our human flaws But still when things really matter We ignore our own laws Secrets, we should keep them For sometimes truth brings death Because blood is thicker than water And all that we have left We may give time all our secrets And wonder if time will forgive But time knows all our secrets And the fateful time to reveal
I held back when I could have gone forward Since I was a child I felt cornered and tortured And every attempt to change was a bluff, since On my hands and feet I put the heavy cuffs – Because of fear I said 'yes' many times when I could have said 'no' What my life would have been like I will never know I remained seated when I could have stood up I willingly lapped up the poison oozing from my death cup – Because of fear I went left when I should have gone right, and I shut my eyes when they should have been open wide I smiled silently when I should have cried, and although I have not met my death yet, many times I died – Because of fear
I am but human I began to live when life created me I live to love, I live to hate I live in pain, I live to gain I am but human I am good and bad I am sane and mad I live in fear, I live to dare I am but human I am bond but free I am healthy but sick I live so poor, I live in wealth I am but human I am judged by me and judged by all I live to give, I live to hoard I live in despair, I live for hope I am but human The good, the bad; I live to see They come and go, wolves like sheep Light and darkness, they co-exist I am but human Life is cruel, humanity is mean Perfect is God, human is me I bruise, I cruise and life goes on
Surround by snow covered mountains Glitter in the sun as if sprinkled with diamonds A beauty worth seeing at least once in a lifetime Takes you to a place of peace or even a slice of heaven But that beauty is deceiving Upon your beautiful landscape Mr Taliban awaits Nightly raids of incoming incoming, horns blaring Awoken heart racing, trying to remember your steps through fear and confusion Two A.M. and I sit here shivering Fully geared in my pajamas and military TA50 The cold of the snow seeps through my shoes For in my haste I forgot my socks I looked around at my fellow Americans Ranging in ages from twenties and above The man to my left could be my grandpa friend And I wonder is this the night that I meet my maker
I found a trail, one of lit pumpkins here Which is leading up to the haunted house I followed them as I am truly dared Then rain started to fall, quite a good douse Just then a werewolf howled in the darkness While the full moon is unblocked by the clouds I make it to the porch, there's no kindness Claps and bangs from inside are all aloud Lightning flashes showing a great dead tree On the dark side yard of this fearful place There are seeming loud whispers wanting me When I turned around there's a fearful face I run, as fast as I can, through the yard Looking over my shoulder as I do I then trip over some wood that is charred And fall in a grave with a ghostly boo I try to get out, screaming as I try Fearfully knowing I might be stuck there And I find some roots that gets me out high Avoiding headstones now, I left my dare Russell Sivey
In the span of a moment A word of caution Destiny alters Those fragile components In a moment a seed Comes forth to fruition Or it dies with no one to grieve No pause nor slight intermission In the span of a moment Fate awakens Mysteries that seemed unimportant Ones that had rested perfectly dormant In the grand scheme of life Those moments seem trivial A roll of the dice But they are really indivisible For the human condition Is fragile at best On guard to vague contradiction In the constant it heeds it's rest In a moment you can catch The gleam of an eye A flash of anger subdued Or a clarity replaced by confused The tiniest speck of time To a life interrupted Forever can find A heart too corrupted To trust in another Or even ones self Much more when those moments Cluster and swell In an instant your eyes Can behold perfection In the passing of time Reveals a cruel deception Moment by moment We fall or we stand Trying to control every component Its like holding sand castles with only your hands Yesterday everything seemed perfectly right Today my love, he went away Like ocean waves when tides crest high The mornings new landscape gives way I cry with every forsaken moment The moments by my side he's not here I've already endured the many moments All those that turned into years At times I want to go back To what was before I met him The level of empty contained in the past Was fuller than his presence rescinded There is no exaggeration That without him I cannot breathe In this lies the danger When he became the fabric of me My true love I gave only to one other this way He held it long after he passed away In truth it paled if portrayed In moments such as these I want to scream No matter to whom be displeased Cross valley and mountain it's rivers and streams How long my darling how many more moments For something so right To feel so wrong so alone For what is lonelier Than a moment alone A timepiece which knows no hour In the span of a moment unknown Me
It's improper to say "I'm afraid of the dark," For it's not the darkness you fear, Rather, it's the creatures within, They come when the darkness is here. But political correctness matters little When running from fears of the night. Stay inside; heed my words: Turn on all the lights.
Today, it just doesn't seem fair That we are still able to breathe. They have given us their air- Our duty to lead the life they leave.
Math can be confusing, With numbers, equations, and more Hard to understand, Try to break it down to the core When there is no where to turn, You wonder, does math involve lore? Probably not, but it's worth a try, Since the stress makes you sweat through pores Math can be confusing, With numbers, equations, and more Hard to understand, Try to break it down to the core
CONJURER In imagined corners of her darkened room My child sensed insensible terror And her fear conjured danger and gloom Since she knew not of her error : For fear is the only darkness - So we set about befriending the black And understanding the starkness Of mere light's lack With stories and tales of a burrowing rabbit And other creatures feathered and furred Who live in the dark out of habit, Singing the songs of the sightless bird Or of dwarfs toiling in a black mine Deep down in the pitch Looking for gold and diamonds fine And not even seeing which is which These leaps of her mind Were the start of the light Which helped her conjure and find Imagined friends on the darkest night.
The Government's poor depressing me. Depressing me with looks. Their lack of spirit just angers me. My happiness gone to crooks. They're vagrants at the corner stop with cardboard signs in hand. And begging for my money saved that I'm more shamed than grand. The government's pets surrounding me on leashes made of shame. When passing me out on the street have made me feel some blame. They're bumming things from everyone and never seem to rest. And still I'm saying no to them: to every governed pest. They're gathered 'round the city shelters. Huddled into groups. Confused as to just where to stand: desperate longing snoops. They're smiling with their wretched teeth. Neglected broken smiles. They haunt me like it's Halloween and dare me with their guile. I brace myself for more to come: the government's poor collection. In truth I must concede to them as government forced inflection. Now, I myself can see in them the need for preservation To keep the price of housing down and save from reservation. But truly; I can speak my mind and make my money count. While government's poor are scaring me and I as soon surmount. By chance I swear to knowing them: my soul a governed roam. That one day I'll redeem in them the poor that I call home.
another day seeps down the drain, I cannot find the leak. what am I if not insane? my thoughts too dark to speak. the daily flogging of my spirit is more than most could bear. my fate reveals that I should fear it, yet it's jaws cannot ensnare my mind and will are still my own, despite the efforts of big brother. the path less traveled I'll take alone only to find there are always others who dare traverse the same dark trail and challenge the righteous rank whose morality is a living hell for those who choose to think.
When that feeling rushes in- I don't know what to do with my life- I need to search from within And look up toward the light.
MOM AND POP GOES THE DIESEL There we were, four in the same place where the only thing one could do was pace you could pray from morning until night four men surrounded by fright to the left was a hard right to the chin to the right was a man about to remove your grin straight across was a threat we all ignored but he was, for a good reason, called "The Lord" he wasn't the son of man or born of a virgin birth but everyone knew to respect this man who seemed to own the earth it was four against fear and fear was winning four in the same place because four had been caught sinning it was a quiet summer afternoon with nothing to do then we had a brilliant idea that came out of the blue alas, we were all four of us were charged with the same thing for defying the law because what junkie can resist robbing a mom and pop convenience store? © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Everyone's heard about the three houses That reside at the end of the dark street Seems just candles are ever lit inside And shadows wander all about this beat There is always some sort of ghoulish sounds Coming from the confines of this building Ghosts are said to come rampaging the street During all hours of the night, house stalking It is said the residents of these homes All committed vile suicide one night Halloween night, done in a ritual So they may live always and scare with fright Ghosts of their long past, they may kill at will Thus all the residents of the street fear The group of evil beings that just prowl On Halloween nights, their souls do appear The neighbors all leave on Halloween night For they know the ghosts will kill them all there In their sleep or even awake they'll strike All the lights are out this night of terror But they can be heard at any distance Their voices of anger and pain exist Only by the next morning is it safe Evil has subsided leaving a mist Russell Sivey
Keepers of the "Man Cave" A revelation dawned today I've seen the refuge built Where the boy in a man be saved Sandbox space with trucks arrayed Standing guard your sacred forts Battles wars and raids dissuade Your hearts from changing their course Keepers of the "Man Cave" Protectors of cyber space Guarding testosterone sanctuaries This teenage "sacred place" Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres Where the sound of "what the hell" resound Joyfully filling the hours of your years Keepers of the "Man Cave" Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia Seduction and booze hanging on your walls Left women thinking it was life dysplasia When in truth it's not that at all The weight you carry O'the strain of man Under constant burdens fearful you'll f a l l When In the joy of being boys you could stand Keepers of the "Man Cave" Filled with reminders to be young Hotties looking desirously toward you Your reprieve from things still undone Some of us know and even understand Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly And the necessity for which it stands The place to bear up under all life demands Keepers of the "Man Cave" Your work it never ends And on YOU your family relies Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength But it's a long row to hoe for you guys So when the weary comes to patronize Let the boy in you have his day It's a right of passage signified A man can stand if he's given to play Keepers of the "Man Cave" Keep guard against perilous fight For that boy in you keeps our man tender And in your arms all our world is right
The bank sign blinks its message late at night, two types of information for the indolent, the traffic light is cycling, though there's not a car in sight, alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent. Newspaper delivery is the only game in town, 'til early morning merchants raise their blinds, dogs are let out, leashed, and led to do what they must do, first shoppers disregard the warning signs. Men in trenchcoats congregate on corners, they speak into their sleeves in muffled tones, in grey fedoras, all dressed up for secrecy and stealth; they question early birds about their loans, political affiliations, clubs, and weapons owned, they formulate a blueprint of your life; what you thought was private isn't private any more, they follow you, ask questions of your wife. Two weeks ago John Dixon disappeared without a trace, the authorities had nothing to declare, Jim Dean and Charlie Watson were imprisoned in disgrace, their families are shocked and in despair. The net is growing wider and the fear is closing in, what happened to the notion that we're free? their numbers are increasing and the hour is getting late, yesterday at ten they came for me.
Writhing, wriggly slimy maggots weaving through her hair, her black heart the embodiment of repulsion and despair A malevolent wicked demon, many tales do foretell, she'll ravenously stalk you Halloween night and drag you down to hell. No-one knows her identity but surrendering to fear, most turn off lights and keep doors locked when Halloween is near. The blood of fresh kill gushes as she's feasting on her quest, she'll devour your brain, pick your bones and throw away the rest. . She's diabolically deceptive her look she will disguise this vicious, raging evil will paralyze you with her eyes. So when venturing out on Halloween Best keep her in mind beware, take care... you never know what mask she hides behind!
Bidding tearful adieu, I sat on his grave, And his spirit stood beside me, Consoling me to return home. As I opened eyes to my conscious , Ghosts encircled me in black attire, Their orange faces wore a smile, Greeted with shriek sounds they proffered. No life to be seen in full moon, Not even as dark clouds passed by, Palpitations that anyone could hear, Chest went airless for a minute, Eyes were dry and reflexes dampened, Shiver that followed down the spine. Scare of dying never before, Traversed my nerves to a faint, Darkness all over and silence of a mourn, I found him standing next to me, Both breathing into the same air, That was a farewell to my life !! New for Contest- Everything Halloween Written on 22/10/13 Old for contest on theme- gothic and romantic both
from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains 'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us filed and defiled is all the better all the while as the former digits click off of our palms fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do whole heads mounting kill count without qualms virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play their sacrifice is for civilization after all us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way they must have their place on our wailing wall the altar so sacred, so blood red royal C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso from handlers who assure they have the will of God sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses in a perceived attempt to maintain their control of those around them that might be opposed to notions that they need not explain themselves, or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown, that their actions should beget peace in our time that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone that we all could be better humans I suppose if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by admitting things aren't what they might first appear dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon and sacrificed for that bloody old world view time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on © Goode Guy 2012-08-02
Forced down onto the thick mud the stench of this rotten blood Determined for this to be surreal My fate would change if it were real My life begins anew In my head From the time mother put me to bed Father took me to my first Yankee's game Where I was inspired by their fame To keep the kids soundly in bed My blood, I fear, I must shed Not knowing whether I would live or die the anguish is consuming my thigh The pain is slowly dying out my destiny is nothing but a doubt Laying on the red infested loam Guadalcanal, you are my last home.
My life a living paradox a face for all to see… A total fabrication of who lives inside of me… An image crafted carefully perfected over time… A stealthy preservation for this tender heart of mine… The dreadful insecurity a mask that hides my fears… I've juggle two identities for far too many years It's time for me to walk out from behind the hidden veil… To give it everything I have no matter if I fail… All Rights Reserved J. Arno 2014
Of lavish love the poets write to whom their love bestow But what of love and what it's like to be the one who is adored? I've known this staggered heart an adoration one yields divine and of this sacred sacrament took part then retreated from its faith like mine Once, before illusions of protection veiled by confident speech crumbled wholly thou innocent projection of the visions it had seen Showered with waters sweetened earnest till it's naked wells drank tears like rain yet the soul of the one who's heart was burnished now reflected fear that must flee all impression of pain An object of worship at the core 'twas meant for The Lord on high of men and angels a gift explored for the imperfect begs the question of why? And yet once loved with adoration furnished with a reverence meant for God what hope remains to know raptures imitation but for the masquerade of a clever facade? Perhaps this explains why poets express extravagant love only given such devotion transgress's the love it profess's and this prison is a high price for the wisdom
quatrains With one last sip, she starts to slip her mind is gone, she's lost her grip. An image came she'll not forget of hellish anquish in a pit. She drifted back to childhood years when she would often play in tears - her brother's pranks that stranded her on creekbed rocks, became a blur. Still farther back in mem'ry past she saw herself as sinking fast into a tub of pouring rain afraid of swooshing down the drain. And now her mind's eye takes its turn she flags, unable to discern her left from right nor up from down; no color left, all things are brown. Her hearing's next to take a dip and then her heart begins to skip. Her cup was laced with lsd or opiates in poppy tea? No real harm done, she saw red lights, and learned a lesson, learned her rights. Was it just luck she did not flip? She never took another trip. Paula Swanson's contest And With a Sip 4th place: 4/30/12
Say their fool you are just a tool I'm the monkey on your back From the day you were born I have cut you no slack Your deepest fear I'm always here Just one shot away To slide that needle into your vein Spinning the world away Your wooden beast, I'm your feast I know you feel my call I just live here in the shadows Waiting for you to fall Write your write trying to fight What is a part of you But in the end know my friend You and I are not through ----------------------------------- The hell we aren't, never again. I have no idea if a monkey is a Wooden beast but after being a junkie inside and out for over twenty years this is a fear that is a part of my everyday. I praise God for another day clean. Written for Matt's contest, mj
Why are only birds blessed with wings, Those itchy, twitchy, mindless things, While humans are stuck on the ground And in machines to fly around? Perhaps there is a reason for Our legs (NOT wings) being so sore... Perhaps there is a reason why We can not freely roam the sky... Maybe it's 'cause we drink so much! Drunken drivers are bad enough. We'd fly in constant fear and fright Of drunkards hitting us mid-flight! With this, I worry of the most An inconvenience vile and gross. Imagine if we lived if fright Of vomit rain on weekend nights! Maybe it is our flatulence. So near the ozone, there's a chance The fast food gases we secrete Cause global warming to increase! Maybe it's 'cause we fear great heights, Or 'cause we'd tangle strings of kites! Maybe wings would be cumbersome And block the usage of our arms! Or... Maybe it's for the sake of birds... Mankind with wings does seem absurd. For even birds need their own space, And everything must have its place.
Demolished cities; citizens panic Liquidation is here; leaders are manic Casualties increase; hope is diminished Faith is lost; Life is finished
Collect the fears you have in place , stare them down face to face , take a stand to end duress or life may breed unhappiness. Indiscretions have a way, of stalking you from yesterday, apologize for each one then move on, what's done is done. If present chaos turns to fear,, money, family, home, career, in a world of options, make a change simplify or re-arrange. Tomorrow's outcomes? Just a guess, plan a future devoid of stress, what's yet to be is yet to be cast fear aside, claim victory. Psychologically it's clear, the biggest thing to fear is fear. LizReilly
Did you know? Life comes at you like a sword Slashing, Crashing, Thrashing, Slice Heads t'wards you without a word.
A young family entered their new home A beautiful house, seemingly a steal Went on sale just weeks before they found it They immediately jumped on this deal Their furniture was already shipped here Waiting for them to move right on inside They never questioned why the price's so low But they found out who will surely abide Family goes to lay down that first night Looking for a nice quiet, peaceful sleep Right after the couple's eyes closed they found Sounds scraping and hearing a baby weep The father gets up to check the noises And walks down the hall to the children's room They were all asleep, but a noise wakes them All of them walk the hallway into doom In front of them a demon walks the floor With a crooked, wry smile on his dark face A noise behind them shows some human ghosts They surely wanted to run from this space The family screams as they close their eyes Then the sounds abruptly vanish near them They look around, the daylight filters in They all are wishing this house to condemn Frantically they get ready to leave As the father is packing his suitcase He notices a photo on the wall Not of his family, it's an old face When he looked closely fear enveloped him Seems they are the fearful ghosts from last night Demon was the old man in the picture They are still afraid even in the light Surely knowing now why the house's so cheap They ran fast as they could away from there Never to look back at this evil house Let someone else live with this intense scare Russell Sivey
In dreams I go hurtling through the night Snatching at jumbled images of my past Running but always unable to catch up Then falling down, down..awake at last My pillow drenched with perspiration With relief I breath a thankful sigh But there will be no more sleep tonight For the devil might catch me if I try
This fortress is coming down; It's been a long time in the making. This bastion can't hold its own; All these walls are shaking.
All are we One half of a soul Traveling through this life Once again to be whole In the heartbeat of another The rhythm to our rhyme Long ago, a dance started Shared again in this time In their eyes found Love's light returned Reflection of the self Many lessons have been learned Touch do they deep Core of all you are Though separate may you be No place that far Feel them can you always Never far behind In every breath, every moment Always on your mind Find can we many Ways to block our path Defined by perceptions Risk not ego's wrath Short is our time In this world spent Return to your purpose For which here, you were sent Follow your passion Once again, be free Others opinions matter not For, your truth cannot they see Close your eyes, feel the rhythm Continue does the dance Love awaits the souls Willing to take the chance
Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme Part II Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn, The dark brings demon things thought strong. No morbid mood can now contain Feigned pride residing there in pain. The dreadful dark of dreams means fear, As shades and shadows now appear, In early morning forming light, Selecting scenes and stealing sight. No pill can fill the empty will Consuming and seducing still All brevity and clarity Of ones own personality. To realize reality Is nothing more than what you see Inside the prism of your mind, Confirms the evil there to find. Each day may start and part in fear (relief is just belief made clear) When life's confounded all around Your ears will hear and fear all sound From days when all you thought was true Depended on a vision view That took the book of facts and claims And mastered making names and games. The fear that clears your dreary dreams, Will float around your moat of schemes And leave you neat but not alone As fear is near its final home. Now so confused, bemused and used These needy dreams leave you abused. What light or might or higher sight Do dark dreams seem to glean each night? Now lost inside you cannot hide Forsaking all your waking pride; What curst incursion must be made To take and make you not afraid. Fear will hover over sorrow, Reaching, leaching living marrow Deep within the bin of bone, This fear will reach but not atone.
Gritting my teeth Swing low, swinging high. I've come too far to break not again, not this time.
Part III Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme scheme Bin Of Bone The fear that clears your dreary dreams, Will float around your moat of schemes And leave you neat but not alone In terror of your bedside phone. So now confused, bemused and used This need in dreams leaves you abused But bright the light of second sight Where truth did glean unto the night. Now lost inside you cannot hide Forsaking all your waking pride; Incursion of a cure now made Will take and make you unafraid. Fear hovers over cloven sorrow Soon to reach and leach out marrow From deep within the bin of bone, The fear will reach but not atone.
Sasquatch; please don't follow me. Turn away; and go. Take your shaggy hair away. You frighten me: you know. Please don't growl about me, stalking me so far. Try to keep your distance. I have no wish to spar. Where have you come from? Far; from in the bush? Hiding from us humans: eating swamp-like mush. What has brought you out here circling me from far? Have I ticked you off, or where your nestings are? Here I come to shoot you. I'll fill you full of lead. And if it means I kill you you'll be the proof as dead. Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch. I didn't mean to shoot. I'm sorry that I shot you and filled you full of soot. Only now; we know you're real. Your body final proof. And when they stuff and mount you we'll growl at you and woof! Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch. Why won't you speak as proof? Don't make us tease and taunt you. It's not the same to spoof.
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink All my friends have left me behind. I know not what I want or what I think I have a dark and empty mind. I fled to the outskirts of sanity And I found I was not alone. For I'm wont to be just a vanity On the marbled desert we roam How can one be sane in an insane world? It's much easier than you think. Just remember that we can all be pearls Our ever-changing world is pink. So now I think this predicament is Not as bizarre as it may seem. And now I must wish you a good night miss. Safe travels in this land of dreams.
Cold as ice , she tossed the dice Knowing where she lay , all the sixes came in her way Violet lips those noticeable blues, rosy roman ,important cues That put on smile no one could miss fighting that one evil hiss, For who could curve up that line when there were others all across in the opposite sign, Wonder as you may the meaning of these words but only those superior ones can understand, those one in a million among their herds..
Nothing is quite as alarming as white. It gives an illusion of purity when it sinisterly scorched away sight. Leaves existence lost in obscurity.
When darkness falls upon us After the sun has fled, The Monster comes a-hunting; Its hunger must be fed. It stalks you from the darkness It lurks beneath your bed It hides inside your closet and It is the thing you dread You may think it's just a sweater Or your jacket blue and red You hope the monster isn't real And just bad dreams instead. But you can't make it leave you Despite what Mother said; Monsters are really real and They live inside your head.
HUSH, 'TIS FEAR I HEAR Yes, I fear I fear fear I fear fear is near I hear fear's voice speaking fearfully and fearlessly I cannot bear fear anymore Or the fright that fights its way from the fortitude of night And wrangles itself from the wrists of darkness into the light that languishes in shameful shadows Because fright often sheds light on the subject of fear And makes the torment of terror clear For panic often portends pain And dread can be found in the most comfortable bed While horror haunts one's head And alarm outweighs the luckiest of lucky charms While apprehension and tension walk arm in arm And trepidation trespasses on the truth of solemnity denied As anxiety becomes a pitiful priority And phobias forecast a fortress wherein fear hides And worry scurries into darkened corners of concern And the edges of a silken fabric are frayed by being afraid Because I am scared As the fangs of fear are bared Yes, I fear I fear a spear I fear a tear And I fear yet another year of fearing fear © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
Don't really know how to start this Not every boo-boo will get a kiss Life is a really fast trip Don't blink, though some things you want to miss I skipped graduation, it was no fun My 'friends', the boys, everyone Was out to get me, yea I'm the victim Of the horrors of people and it's just begun Used to think my greatness shone Used to think that I wasn't owned Used to think that I wasn't alone I thought too much, this was known Don't really know how to say this Power is in more than a fist Control can come from a simple kiss Influence is something of a gift We climbed our mountains and slid back down Through many trials, being pushed around Only through fear is loneliness found It's hard by human nature not to be bound Used to think together fear could be overthrown Used to think together love could be grown Used to think together we could be a home I think too much, this is now known Don't really know how to show this Patting and powder won't cure the itch If only life didn't have so many twists Even the thought makes the slightest breath hitch They were propped up by others' work Never dealing with things that would hurt Around concepts of action they'd skirt To them, we are merely dirt I'll still think they have no more space to grow I'll still think they don't earn a cent they owe I'll still think they need to get up and go I'll be thinking too much, this I will know Was a girl who couldn't keep in touch Her mentality pushed oftly rough Don't think, it hurts too much Well, at least for me it does ~Reecie
ELEMENTARY ELEMENTS I ain't afraid That's just the way I was made simply allow all this madness to fade when all my final debts have been paid I ain't frightened of the unknown Like what happens to my body and bone When time and the elements decide what to do I ain't afraid of what may go askew The world can go awry and I won't ask why It's easier to ignore silence than what screams will defy I don't fear the final curtain sinking from up high I don't even give a sh*t about any final goodbye I giggle from those who fear the final fire And those who shy away from a funeral pyre With one whisper my troubles are made and declared dire And when I say i'm not afraid of death I'm a god-damned liar © 2010……free cee!
These days my heart pumps slowly For fear of faling too fast It clings to what it desires And hopes the feeling will last My spirit has taken a detrimental glide And I'm free falling on faith alone I am learning to trust God's will be done And to live as he would condone Days are rough and I can't help but think Of you, your thoughts, your heart I'm trying to be strong and with God I can But I've missed you from the start Little things we've done and the good times Are all I seem to recall I know had we done things accordingly God would have ensured we'd never fall You have a great heart and gentle spirit Some recent things I don't understand But I know it's not up to me to fear it Because somehow, it's part of God's plan
Just beyond those tall trees Lies my father's humble hut If we embraces a little speed We'll be there without delay I feel so much weakness inside I think no more of going further My legs bleed; I've lost much blood Dying here or there is all the same Speak no more of death Alluyah You're not dying, let's move on Lest, they come and meet us here And we both be killed for this attempt If we did not, what we have done Would we not have been killed the same? Do I now fear death for making a move And following the lead of my own heart? I do not wish that you sit and speak But walk and cover some distance at least That'll take us farther than closer to them That we together may rescue the rest Go ahead; I don't think I still can If indeed I close my eyes in death Make sure from here, you leave and live That you may tell the story to all
The Weight of Angel Wings By Rick Rucker Whenever I see you, Strange things happen, not a clue About how they could be, Far too magical to see! When you walk down the street, All the songbirds choose to tweet, Could this be merely random, Or a case of rabid fandom? Could my judgment be that clouded, As my heart is way too crowded, With the exploits of your spirit The darkness you traverse, though you don't fear it! You're amazing, through and through, Your tales of accomplishments are true You told me secret things, Like the weight of Angel's wings! I'm sort of sorry that you're now mortal, But now you can show us all The Portal To a blessed, brighter day, In your own inimitable way! To those of us that could never fly, Can see only the underside of the sky The Laws of Reason are quite formal All of these things seem quite normal. To a being not often earthly bound It must be torture on the ground. Dealing with petty troubles Most of which are less than bubbles On the winds of Divine Reason To Whom, all of time, is as a season. Our skirmishes, quite base Seem to jeopardize our race We are rushing ever faster, Toward what appears to be disaster, Unless compassion is soon felt, Our whole planet will we melt? A burning question all this begs: Don't we all have arms and legs, "Us versus Them" seems to resonate in our brain "Wipe out the others," a far too common refrain! Could this be our human Fate To crawl around, in fear and hate? Will there be a time here soon, When we won't fight over THE MOON? Or some other place That brings us all disgrace? Wouldn't it be very nice To recreate PARADISE? To do it, we need a Vision True Held by one just like you That must be why you were sent here To free us all from Hate and Fear! Can you do it, despite the lack Of your wings, will they grow back? Or are you to be a GUIDE, Not in the conflict, but on the side? Please forgive the silly questions If you would but give me suggestions How to deal with one like you, A Heavenly Wonder, an Angel true!
You picked a path when met with fork And trod it bare so oft you walked Into a tunnel so wretched and corrupted You slipped away, Jeffrey interrupted Wednesday's child is full of woe But my May child has far to go A decade times two your sacrifice Fool's gold for that roll of dice Your values anorexic, almost starved to death In the winter of your soul I cannot see your breath Countless earnest declarations to all that you are well But still you keep on walking through the raging gates of hell Mephistopheles offered you a bargain so appealing It mattered not to you to know that he'd be double-dealing His sly smile belied the fingers crossed behind his crooked tail You're at a losing table, out of chips, and you're no whale Your dreams were long forgotten, and sadly never stoked If I hadn't watched this happen I would have thought it a sick joke Something else seduced you and it surely did beguile Enough to make you believe that your life was not worthwhile You saw yourself in visions, amber glass contained your poison False idols tempt with silent gestures - like a sailor lured by sirens You go through good intentions like a sieve, like sand through glass Earnest promises, years gone by, crises survived, but more forecast For years I have done so many things to save you from yourself, my Jeff I've run out of ideas to keep you whole, I've really nothing left Like any loving mother I do not wish to see you in a tomb And if I could, I would place you back into the safety of my womb
Anger begets in our souls impatience Hatred Irreverence And too often habit of cursing
I was trudging with deep thirst amid scorching sand dunes, when suddenly the desert wind hurled me against an ancient tomb; and as the swivel door swiftly opened, my fear increased. What was this mysterious, mystic place... beneath one of the Great Pyramids embellished by massive sphinxes? Why did the Egyptians believe in after-life? Scary mummies in long, beautiful hand-painted sarcophaguses appeared, and the foul smell induced more dread than an imminent vomit...I screamed! And into that labyrinth of adorned walls, I couldn't find an exit...painted faces and sacrificial eyes hunted me all the while... was I going to be their next victim? I heard chariots wheels screech... they were coming for me, I panicked, a pang pierced my chest encroached by hands... and glancing at those mystical frescoes, I fled! And running faster than a tiger, trying to catch my heavy breath, I collapsed into the coldest corner crying out,"God, please help me!".... No human voice echoed but mine in the hallways of the Pyramid; how would I have been been able to combat anxiety, fear or even death? I found myself by the tomb of Tutankhamun's, he didn't seem dead, but vividly alive and well... and he kindly smiled, handing me his scarabe necklace... saying, "Take it and end the curse of the robbers!" Why didn't he punish me for disturbing his peace? Sudden death could have been experienced by me! What ever happened to the Anubis guarding his tomb and treasury? Did the Pharaoh send it away to warn me?
Youth seemed an eternal joy for a gorgeous and happy boy... no worries over necessities, with desires without sequence. The fear of dying was far from pondering, only beautiful days ahead for the youngest heart.... longing for a tenderness other teenagers never sought, and sometimes sleeping away the afternoons was invigorating. Like glass sheding water, his soul was pure and epic and he never shook his fist to seek revenge; he never shillied to shin a tall tree with panic... always used pragmatism whenever on perilous edge. He lives miserably, living on a day-to-day existence, but the fear of dying is to exemplify weakness, not to exert himself and to better before he hits dead-end; yesterday God was his sunrise, now that light is glimmering instead. He justifies his misfortunes with an inadequate story, while his friends enjoy a happy life, he frolics like a sky-lark feeding on what people discard in a garbage pail daily... and weeps occasionaly, instead of coming out of the dark.
You may have guessed from my face That I'm not very brave It's not my fault, I'd like to think Because that's how I'm made. And it's not like I've given up; I really have been tryin' But even though I can pretend, I don't feel like a lion. I've got a brain, and I've got heart; That's not why I sing my dirge, But rather it's because I lack That hidden thing called courage. If you could get me some somehow, I would bravely sally forth, And forever I would revere you As Good Witch of the North.
He stole my precious and betrothed to have and claim as his own mate, and now I plot, my dark soul clothed with blackened rage and clouded fate. The flames that burn within me lead toward an every fiery gate. Dark, evil thoughts have cast their seed on embers, my soul burns with hate. My feral eyes now cast their gaze upon my foe, who nears his gate. I skulk amid a trellised maze, anxious to make him lie prostrate. Each footfall now, he nears my lair and swift my blade strikes true its mark. He gasps and stumbles, falling where his life ebbs in the breathless dark. Too curious to run or hide I stand and watch his life abate. 'Twas then that guilt spoke in my ear, "Now know yourself a demon's mate." A dark, cold cell is where I bide, wrapped in a prisoner's striped cape. I'm filled with dread, I long to hide. My soul knows there is no escape. The hangman's gallows have been built. Soon, one short walk up steps I'll take, to feel the rope's rough knotted quilt, and drop to death with one quick shake. To Poe
I shall take my pen in hand Though it is late at night A single man making a stand Trying to do what's right Which is something hard for me Though I cannot place why All the skies, tries and alibis Just spill the tears I cry I never knew where they landed Nor did I ever care All I knew these words are true There was nobody there A fear a tear and a thousand beers Could not wash them away Before I even said a word I had nothing to say Fight the night and live the light Always be who you are Today I was wrong is the song I should not go so far A bigger man a stronger stand My anger just erupts My love for my friends Could fill a trillion cups All the years spent in the pen It's hard to let it go Nickel a dime it's all just time Buried inside my soul I would die for you it is true I have no fear of death Held those I loved in my arms I tasted their last breath The pain, strain and awful game Just keeps on spinning by Even though so many years ago I just stopped getting high Now who am I, I am the sky The salt within your tear Darkest threat and worst regret That you will ever hear I think awhile and crack a smile Because inside I know That the words I write are my plight And now I share your soul ------------------------------------- Written for Kristin's contest, God Bless
What festers inside the minds of these No matter who you are, ignoring your plea's A father, mother a relative a friend It beggars belief that I can't comprehend To ogle and leer until their time is right Await their chance in the day or the night These loved invaders decided your theirs Not a care in the world for innocent youngsters tears Sodomised, beaten raped and degraded Do they think for a moment of who they've invaded When they walk away without a care in the world Realising the damage to either a boy or a girl They awake to their tomorrows all innocent and pure Never in fear of being caught, or even a cure Whilst I and those others have to live with this fail It can be the end of some as their lives finally sail When they are done with you, it's a sibling a mate Their evil transcends to continue, to desecrate Multiple victims as we have already heard They plead their innocence, saying it's totally absurd The hurting fear that's left in the mind of the taken Where love once was is reft to forsaken The brave speak out, I wish I was one of those Then the fears are released or they internally grow Society must cleanse these scum of the earth Allow kids to live, and deliver them to earth It's where they belong, every single one of them As it's stopped boys and girls, turning into ladies and men
Sloth begets in a soul A spirit of indifference In our spiritual duties and A disgust for prayer 11272011
My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door, He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war. My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour. Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore. I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor. Quatrain - a hopeful heart 6-7-2012
what do we bring to sacrifice, to the altar of our fears will the fear, itself, suffice to wipe away these grieving tears here, a satchel i take in stride through the machine, my will to cede and here, too, a bag of my pride that it turns out, i didn't need that old man has a video camera and a young one totes a backpack can we turn them outta here for the bravery that i lack and the child so innocent beside her, that woman there with righteous shawl, are mother and child vengeful saboteurs would a flash of hate burst my wall do i send my firstborn far away did the world change to get more hate is that the price my dread must pay is that all my fright can relate when i stand on this serene beach is evil banished from my sight is the violent tsunami out of reach if i waive some liberty, some right should land's crust pull asunder and an abyss drop before my feet would relinquishing fear pull me under would, then, i go down in defeat my god, what must i do to appease when i stand before some conflagration to vindicate, to assuage, to please must i change my life's foundation or can i only fear fear itself to live as those i remember might want take life day-to-day from off the shelf without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt Armageddon might be without love but my world today is more than this i refuse to live life devoid of love and empathy and a bit of bliss © Goode Guy 2011-09-08
RED, WHITE AND WHO? I was raised amidst thieves, thugs and rats Not the rodent, I'm talking about snitches I grew up next to the rotten, rebellious and the skinny one is always called "Fats" I was brought up by Broadway, by boosting and a bushel of b*ches Ain't nothing new to me, where I now exist I am immune to the horrid places I go There's so many places I hate it's too long a list Suffice it to say that I know that which I know My father was fifth avenue whereupon the rich dwell And my mother was Madison Ave. where only the chic congregate Both of my parents gave me a map straight to hell And that's why I don't even have time to hate Thieves were my tutors, and my teacher was other people's blood Yet I saw angels above my head revealing what I needed to hear Listen, my friend, I fear boils, locusts and flood But I've tried to dissipate and mitigate all of my hate And then you ask me why I have aching f*****g feet Because I wasn't raised up I was dragged up and honey, that's for true And there are certain people and relatives you don't want to meet But fret not for I don't fear the government, I don't fear the law and I don't even fear men in blue © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
I see my name frosted in glass, A portrait of me and some friends, An image of the graduate class Where friendships came to an end. Many relationships will break and rend, Our ideals and thoughts change, alas; We still have losses with which to contend, Will our names be all that will last?
When I walk alone, nobody's around. I fear the unknown if there is no sound. When I do not see what is ahead of me, that anxiety grips me quite strongly.
They laugh, they smile, they share their words, A crowd of friendly faces, yet there's uncertainty. What do I say? How do I act? What do I share? I really do not know or fear how to be just me. I stand, I stutter, I fear every word I may say Knowing I am completely different from each one. Yet, they seem like a whole, connected in a way So tightly, that my thoughts are to just run. Friends? Friends? Can one truly define that? I have no understanding of the concept, or just fear. I know what I want, need or maybe just dream of, But, yet think about leaving when people are near. Why is it difficult when others make it seem easy? It can't be that hard, they're not that different at all. I don't know how to start or have high expectations Or is it that I truly find comfort on this wall?
Why fear the ghosts of those who passed? I ask you, were they not family or friend? If loved ones were to come one day back, wouldn't it be good to see them again? There's no danger, ever, from those you loved. They returned just to say a few things. Don't run in fear while screaming aloud! Listen to the message that they bring. Perhaps they came to shed some light. Perhaps they came just in order to say, that they can see you from where they are and you better just change your ways. Ghosts are just those memories that manifest themselves over time. For, if you believe, I mean really believe, it isn't just all in your mind. I, too, have spoken with those who have passed. They had come with a message from above. They told me that I should not ever worry and just take care of those that we love. There really is a better place, they said, that we all can look forward to see. They will go back and prepare us room. There would be no better place to be. The next time a ghost appears before you, take the time to listen and truly hear. For will be a message that they will bring, from a person you once held so dear.
John 4:18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love Love freely, be happy Fear not the true love For giving of it freely Is a gift from above He made us in His image So, try to be pure Love happy, love longer Fear not anymore If you are fearing Of the person, for whom you feel Love's not on the horizon Least not one that's real So cast out the feelings Of the doubt and of dread Love freely, be happy Do as I've said


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I've made a somewhat temporary page where you can download or upload RedPower Control images at your leisure: http://skcraft.com/tools/rpc-images
RedPower lets you setup computers that are modeled after a real-world microprocessor. There's a disk drive in RedPower that works with the computers, and this tool lets you upload a copy of a drive's data, or download a copy.
Must.. . .Resist. . . Urge. . . . To. . . .Flame. But yeah thats great sk, now maybe if i get round to it i'll upload something.
OK, I figured that it would be something with computers. On another topic, will the recipes for computer parts be changed, because I have heard they are temporary.


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Airdate: Monday, February 6th, 2012 (USA Network)
Location: The Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, OK
Results by Tony Acero of 411
"Yes, sir, we promised you a great main event…"
We are LIVE in HD in Oklahoma City, and immediately are informed that there will be a Six Pack Challenge which will decide the sixth person involved in the RAW EC Match! Also, Daniel Bryan will go one on on with The Big Show, and that is our first match. But first, El Juego!!!
Triple H's music hits and he comes out in his suit and tie. His light green tie goes well with the green theme of the entrance. Triple H soaks up a chant then says that he'd like to discuss last week and what he was out there to do. He was out there last week to fire Johnny Ace. He wasn't out here to wish him well, rather he wanted to wish him well in his future endeavors. He wanted to make this point clear, however. He claims that the man is a backstabbing, lying, conniving, manipulative weasle. Basically, an ass kisser...and those are his good qualities. He really doesn't have anything redeeming about him in any way, and hopefully the board will see that. It appears that Johnny Ace went to the Board directly and plea bargain for a stay of execution. Triple H is to be on hold on the decision until further notice. He drops it as if it's not important to move on to something that is "very" important. The Undertaker had not been seen since he was carried from Wrestlemania. Last week, the undertaker's gong hit and he walked down that ramp and I'm not ashamed to tell you that after 20 years in this business, there's nobody else that I still get that feeling for. He says he stands in the ring with Taker and he stands before him, truly humbled. Monday Night reminded him of last year when Taker came out and without saying a word, pointed to the Mania sign. He wanted the rematch of rematches. Triple H looked into the eyes of the dead man and for the first time ever, there was no rush up his spine. There was no butterflies, no awe, nothing. He wasn't humbled. He looked The Undertaker in the eyes and he felt...sorry. He felt bad. OOOO, them's fightin words. He knows that what he did to The Undertaker last year and he chooses to remember The Undertaker in a different light. This is how: (TO THE TRON!)
WE get a quick video package of The Undertaker kickin some ass at Mania, highlighting a majority of his Mania matches. Triple H says that THAT (the video) is the Deadman and how he chooses to remember The Undertaker. What he doesn't want to remember is last year's match where Taker was laid out in the ring afterwards and had to be carried out. Well, Trips, not many people want to remember the match either, so don't feel too bad. Trips says that no one will ever compare to Taker, his legacy will never be matched. Deadman, for that reason, you challenge me to Wrestlemania? Out of respect, with all my heart, I say no. He continues to say that what he did to Taker was something that has never been done. He knows what he would have to do if they wrestled again, he would have to finish it. Taker knows that, too. Triple H then considers that maybe The Undertaker wants HHH to put an end to it. He quotes the necronomican then says that even The Undertaker has limits. He will not be the guy to push Taker past those limits. He respects Taker too much for that. THIS is over.
Triple H's music hits then cuts off rather quickly. Trips looks around as the lights go out and the crowd goes nutso. Up on the screen is Taker sitting in a chair watching last year's Mania. He says it's not over. The video on the screen is grainy an looks like an older film. They recap what Triple H said the RAW after Mania. My victory over you means nothing. Give me what is mine. Vengeance.And I will give you one more chance at immortality. This is not over. Triple H is left staring as we go to break.
Match 1: The Big Show vs. Daniel Bryan (w/ AJ)
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National Maritime Museum,Greenwich, UK
Greenwich is best known for its maritime history and for giving its name to the Greenwich Meridian (0° longitude) and Greenwich Mean Time. The town became the site of a Royal palace, the Palace of Placentia from the 15th century, and was the birthplace of many in the House of Tudor, including Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. The palace fell into disrepair during the English Civil War and was rebuilt as the Royal Naval Hospital for Sailors by Sir Christopher Wren and his assistant Nicholas Hawksmoor. These buildings became the Royal Naval College in 1873, and they remained an establishment for military education until 1998 when they passed into the hands of the Greenwich Foundation. The historic rooms within these buildings remain open to the public; other buildings are used by University of Greenwich and the Trinity College of Music.
The town became a popular resort in the 17th century with many grand houses, such as Vanbrugh castle established on Maze Hill, next to the park. From the Georgian period estates of houses were constructed above the town centre. The maritime connections of Greenwich were celebrated in the 20th century, with the sitting of the Cutty Sark and Gipsy Moth IV next to the river front, and the National Maritime Museum in the former buildings of the Royal Hospital School in 1934. Greenwich formed part of Kent until 1889 when the County of London was created.
I took this shot from boat with Nikon D5000, Tamron 18-250, HDR from 1 raw shot , gradual ND, hand hold, , Oloneo , CS5
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Greenwich, UK was featured in the group CHALLENGE WINNERS VAULT
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Greenwich, UK was WINNER of the challenge Buildings – from outhouses to skyscrapers in the group Cee's Fun Artsy Frie…
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Greenwich, UK was featured in the group Architecture – The British Isles
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Greenwich, UK was featured in the group The World As We See It , or as we missed it.
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View Full ProfileBeautiful work, Luda! Love the colors and sharpness!
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Awesome colors in this capture Luda…inst fave BTW!!!
thank you so much , dear Larry
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One of the best shots I have ever seen of this building Luda, I must compliment you, beautiful details and colours!!
thank you Kate, I decided not to rush anymore
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Superb work Luda! Looks like you had a good trip!
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Excellent work, dear Luda!
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Outstanding photography Luda, excellent work
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