Atlantis
> Atlantis broke into Islands three
> Back in ancient antiquity
> The redskin Nations emigrated
> Mound builders on the Mississippi, generated
>
> Some ***** people now in Africa
> Have the very dark reddish hue
> All around the great Atlantic
> Pyramids the Aztecs too.
>
> Atlantis once more was a sinking
> By boat they went to nations new
> Fought ancient Greeks, who were a thinking
> The Dark side nation’s violence grew
>
> The final cataclysm occured
> Rock from heaven drowned the land
> Atlantic full of mud , Solon iinferred
> Then came Egypyt ‘s, outpost grand
>
> Sons of the law of one god
> Built great pyramid, yes they knew
> Artisans put the blocks together
> Perfect cut with lines so true
>
> Ra Ta and Mercury the Architect......(was Ra the sun god.&.Mercury/Thoth)
> Built this monument of the ages
> Engineering lasting almost perfect..........(Kunkel says water pump Pyramid)
> Forgotten, Alexandria's library burned the pages
(burnt by Romans last time?)
>Don Johnson
In the dark of sullen night, on the road to Kiloree...
Rode the finest of the castle, with his lass upon his knee...
Off to wed they were, of bliss so full to brim...
He in love with her, she in love with him.
As the wind began to howl, on the road to Kiloree...
Rode lass with lad so bold, with no care but to be free...
Off to spend next hunnert years, or such as time would tell...
'Til winter's winds did cease to blow, or out of love they fell.
As clouds did gather 'round about, on the road to Kiloree...
Paused they for a moment's bliss, beneath the great oak tree...
Off to lands imagined, found in lover's charms...
He in her embrace, her trust within his arms.
As lightnin' bolt did descend, on the road to Kiloree...
Time was to then stand still, their future not meant to be...
Off to heaven's long sought door, their dreams so set them free...
In the dark of sullen night, on that road to Kiloree.
SeaWolf
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Best friends, young carefree girls are walking down a dark, isolated eerie path, alone on a
cool fall night. Owls screech, hearts skip a beat, time creeps and beast are howl, howl,
howling. Senses heightened...night sounds roaring through my mind. Is it real or my
imagination? Unknown foot steps slowly approaching over the dark hill, hearts beat, beat,
beating erratic rhythm in my ears.
Little legs frozen with fear, foot steps louder now, closer...approaching. Step, step, stepping
over the dark trail. No help in sight...Girls scatter and hide in the dense forest while an
apparition passes down the trail with a green, cloud, halo, hovering over head.
I feel a chill down my spine, a musky pungent odor rises in my nostrils as the ghoul passes.
Quietly I hide behind a tree, breath caught in my throat, unable to speak or yell. Suddenly an
icy hand touches my face and fear gives strength to my legs and away into the night... run,
run, running straight into the safety of the family bonfire. Friends safe, fear forgotten.
For Elaine George's contest tell me a story-narrative
In the centre of the room
Quietly stood
Amongst the gloom
A bow
That gleamed
Of dark wood
I traced my finger
Along its’ curve
To its’ centre of inlaid bronze
It quietly stood
Six foot of dark wood
The centre of inlaid bronze
Was of an eagles’ wings
I was not to discover the meaning
Until I was a man
When I learnt of new and many things
The arrows that I saw
Straight and true
Eagle feather flights
Of brown and gold
That lay quietly
In a room
With everything to find
And more
I visited the room
Everyday
To see the longbow
That gleamed
Of dark wood
That quietly stood
In the gloom
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