The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces
Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening
J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic
High ranking General George S. Patton.
His mission the enemy to flatten.
To his troops he exclaimed without blinking,
If everyone is thinking alike, then someone isn’t thinking.
With their high viz jackets
And size 12 boots
Custodial hats
And Neatly pressed suits
From high ranking officers
To the men on the beat
Who all took an oath to protect the streets
With honour and without malice they swore to serve
but some abused these vows by being perverse.
Blue flashing lights illuminate the sky
as women walk home alone at night
weary of the officers that pass them by,
frightened and nervous,
haunted by Memories of their horrific crimes.
Crimes inflicted by the hands of evil
men who are narcissistic, twisted and deceitful
the likes of
Adam provan,David carrick and Wayne couzens there’s many more like them in fact there’s still dozens
Who signed up to the force to use these laws
For their own personal gain
and to take advantage
Wreak havoc on society
and cause untold damage
with no remorse shown for their victims or family’s.
A force people are now worried to trust.
With a public opinion close to eruption.
Because of the sinister acts of officers,
Who used their warrant cards
to assert their corruption.
the valley of horror
On my way to the shops in the charming one horse
town called Benafim, I took a shortcut through
a narrow valley like a mensur scar in a high ranking
German officer’s cheek
When down, I regretted my rash idea, airless and still
no birds sang there, and no rabbits crossed the path
sharp floret bushes ominously murmured veiled threats
The trees were pale and long since deceased.
The sun didn’t reach fully here; deep shadows were
dark, murderous spooks waited, the soil was rusty
the blood of those who didn’t find the way out.
I froze and sweated, the track appeared endless and
my dog had disappeared.
Finally, at the exit, I ran the last 50 meters, the dog
waited for me, sensible she had taken the old road.
I was told by the villagers no one walked the there
a massacre from a war forgotten the evil continued.
The flicker of light green catches the corner of my eye
From clothing of leaves worn on the trees
With sun shining between the wooded shade
For a moment, I thought a spark of wisdom ignited
To solve life’s problems abound
But, there must be more than one voice
And censorship should not exist
Imagine some high ranking people restricting other’s speech?
Yet it happens in these days!
The wildlife speaks freely, bringing us comfort in songs
Coming from those flickering leaves
Where the breeze moves smoothly along
And I must say, our voice should flow too
Flickering, shining, on every bit of truth
We should never give in to silencing
Leaving us standing like bare trees with nothing to say!
Heidi Sands
6/7/21
A newspaper and a Widow
The old widow across the hall
has been coughing loudly during the night
I thought of knocking on her door.
Decided against because of the virus she might have.
Well, she is not coughing now.
I have read the guardian newspaper a confessed
paper for “the educated middle-class” I should not
read it as I´m not their class of people nor do I wish
to become one. I used to write comments to there
but was barred, so I use Twitter instead
but it has some good writers, so it is worth reading.
There are times when the paper is left-leaning,
but it easily panics and hurries back to safe middle ground.
I´m worried about the lady across the hall, her husband
had been a high-ranking officer in the army, she is
too quiet, perhaps she is dead, I better speak to the porter.
Him a day-long star,
a cosmos circled his hips.
Done doubled up
as a short-order cook,
waltzed like a drag queen
yet he all man-child.
Older ladies curled
his hair, made him flex,
flutter slinky brows.
Thought he high-ranking
short changing, slick as sesame oil.
Thought he a cowboy
wrangling songs in a bad bar
until
one sweet thing
burgled his heart,
stomped his jazzy junk,
made him greasy
for her alone,
hitched him up,
wore his glitter in her hair -
and he not say one boo,
not one,
but moaned
‘yea baby.’
The burning
Let Rome burn, so spake Nero or one of his flunkies
Towns and cities are burning every day in the Middle East
Flames taste not of roasted chestnuts in the Alley
Of peace but the stench of hatred fills the air.
This will continue till the last drop of oil, better still
Until we don`t need petrol for our cars med to the teeth
Yet fearful, it is as it knows the future is lost.
I wonder why so many high ranking officers in the USA have
German surnames, one thinks it is a tradition.
In new wars to come it will be about water- resources.
Look out Scandinavia, so you don`t end up like Libya.
This plane clad in black that I wanted to see
Throughout this year it has eluded me
My one chance to go and see it take flight
Was thwarted by another venture in sight
A thing of beauty from an aviation view
Built for a purpose, achieving it too
Sinister and dark, appears to float in the sky
Quiet and elegant, it deceives your eye
Wingspan so vast, and eerily black
Alien technology is right on track
With a dedicated crew and ground sustain
The balance of air supremacy will definitely remain
None see it coming and none see it go
Virtually invisible, but it’s been and they know
It’s presence is noted by the damage that’s seen
This plane is stealthy, wicked and mean
An electronics showcase, it has the best spec
Avionics wizardry keeps it above the hard deck
Four General Electrics keep it high in the air
A vast armament ordnance in case of warfare
The crews are high ranking and full of immense trust
For this bird with unbelievable thrust
Nothing in the world can equal this craft’s pace
This one’s a winner in the aviation race
Stipulations of mild stripy animals can be seen even in a misted monument. As money is a molestation and global percentages is often hazardous. Such jeopardy in high ranking offices. Wow. Penalisation of a queue of poor is a sour and act of radicalised clerics whose antics displease the wibble wobbling signature lines of many a balanced sky temple. So skit not a wild free grass skirted cat. For it us the beams of life that will induce freedom formations. When leaping over a hurdle of biscuits take care not to erode timeless meaninglessness chatter as boxes are utilised to contain essences so do not dare to argue with a rolling pin nor discuss dietary requirements with angelical mildew mops. Moving on. Zombified trolley dashing wisdom lacking duped. La la la.and I am laughing haha *** dramatically shimmering chimney stack in a tropical weave. Xxxx mysticism xxxx clip clop
Traitor/Hero
It was half dark in the yard where a group of men with heavy overcoats stood, this was a Nordic country and cold.
We´re freedom fighters but out enemy the occupier of our country, called us terrorists. A bald man showed us how he could subdue a dog by violence and he broke the dog till it licked his hand. We were going to blow up a train, I was given a packet of sandwiches to eat when on the run.
I walked out and saw the building surrounded by soldiers, the dog too was there I bent down to give it something to eat when the shooting started and there were much screaming, blood and noise my disguise flew
off- hat and wig- and I was bald also.
When I got up the shooting had stopped and I walked away followed by the dog, apparently they thought I was the person who had helped them.
A high ranking officer thanked me for saving so many lives.... he offered me a safe haven. Praise from the enemy of my country, knew I was doomed, history would call me a traitor, and there is no safe haven for that.
Meanwhile the man who was cruel to the dog would never be caught.
A rift was torn throughout what was once a perfect sky, the souls of many waiting to be born... beings of light.
A different being of the Lord's could not stop his internal fool's chatter inside his head. This one took to the notion that he was sufficient unto himself and that he didn't need his kindly master's help.
Ravenous like a lion was his anger when God told Lucifer that he must step down from his lofty height.
But Satan prince of darkness did not take kindly to this command for he was high ranking. The lust for power made this once cherished being an evil enemy of God's perfect realm, a land known for its light and warm love.
Driven out by Michael, Satan fell hard into God's newly created and treasured world, a world where He had made true images... true likenesses of Himself.
Alas the bleat of the horned goat, Satan was hear across the universe... revenge was issued forth.
by S. E. Clark
A lovely voluptuous oriental maid
Dark and beautiful her luscious mane
Strange dark eyes held a magnetic pull
Ivory skin gleamed from within
Fell for a high ranking man of God
Used and rebuked in disarray she collapsed
Hated by women and shamed by men
Vowed to gather her ever falling name
Proud she stood in all that dirt
Able and strong in her inner strength
A glorious transformation, rich and luxuriant
Gushed into the sunshine of freedom
Her marble coolness and hidden passions
Raised her status from a fallen woman
With kindness and an ever loving heart
This immortal flower in the world of sin
Wild and wilful, and abundantly sweet
A Goddess or Saint or a demon’s offspring
Proved the might of a woman scorched
By leading a life of her own creation
Leaving behind heartprints of kindness
And courage to stand alone and stop abuse
By-Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Tell Her Story’ contest