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The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Your here to spread the news about the birth
Of our princess.
Her name is Josephine
She was born at eight fifteen
Was nineteen inches long and weighted in at
Six pounds 3 ounces the Queen is fine and the
King is overflowing with happiness.
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Her eye color is aquamarine.
Later on we will have a gala with full dress.
Her name is Josephine
She was named after the mother of the Queen
For her courageousness
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
We believe she has taken after her great great
Grandmother Irene
Seems she can see tree lights in varying degrees
So she will be able to understand the old ancient
Language which makes her even more priceless.
Her name is Josephine.
The other attribute is she will be a great go
Between
Since she is half human we believe there will be
No limit to her success.
Now go in peace with this news release around
The greens
Telling everyone you meet we have a princess her
Name is Josephine.
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Oh you, who drift between the spinning stars,
who taste the dust of comet trails and drink
the silence of the void—pause on earth awhile.
Behold this sphere, sapphire streaked with gray aberdeen,
this garden hung in blackness, ripe with green.
The trees—oh, trees!—their arms alive with birds
whose throats distill the sunlight into chirping words.
The grass—a green tide that sways in whispering breeze,
the oceans—bluish-green, deep and restless, storms and ease~
And humankind—oh, flawed, fierce, fumbling bright~
we build towers that scrape your starry heels,
yet weep at sunsets, name our dogs Orbit at night,
and bury seeds like celestial appeals.
Do not mistake our wars for the whole story:
See also the baker’s hands dusted with moon,
the child who draws God’s face in divine glory,
and the bridge made of song stretched over a wound.
Yes, we humans are fevered children who build then destroy~
we laugh loud as thunderstorms, weep for both sorrow and joy.
We stitch stories from the patterns hidden in the stars,
and curious, reach, as you do now, for what lies far.
This world is vast yet small, noisy yet shy~
a masterpiece found nowhere else in the celestial sky.
Come closer, stardust kin; breathe the pollen rich air,
let the wind caress your body and muffle your hair.
Stay awhile on this marble of sapphire blue,
a world alive, both strange and true.
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Whilst doing a degree at Aberdeen University,
In marine biology, Ben started to do archery,
Along which shooting which he took to more,
Until the international stage was an open door.
At the age of fifteen a disorder was diagnosed,
Charcot-Marie-Tooth Disease, which disclosed,
Is a hereditary nervous system disorder, feet,
Which causes his foot drop in both of his feet.
He’s an SH1 athlete and joined the British team,
In 2011 when he travelled to Alicante of glean,
And also took part in Mandeville’s Internationals,
To qualify for London’s Paras, made the finals.
Ben did well at the 2015 Shooting World Cup,
Where he finished ninth to make Rio his cup;
He was born on the 19th of February in 1988,
And shoots in the mixed R3-10m prone bate.
Born in Aberdeen Washington
where he hung out,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Taught himself to play guitar,
liked to smoke some weed,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Started writing songs,
had very deep meaning,
“And I’m living off of grass
and drippings from the ceiling”
Formed the band Nirvana
with some of his buddies,
“But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings”
“Something in the way”
boy he’s got ambition,
“Something in the way yeah”
unwavering conviction,
“Something in the way”
chronic stomach condition,
“Something in the way yeah”
impending perdition.
Records started to sell
superstardom beckoned,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Took the billboard chart by storm,
Grunge had found its champion,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Money started to come in,
met ‘Courtney Love’ it seems,
“And I’m living off of grass,
and drippings from the ceiling”
Got married had a child,
They named her Frances Bean,
But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings.
“Something in the way”
by your own admission.
“Something in the way yeah”
is it drug addiction,
“Something in the way”
rehab with no remission,
“Something in the way yeah”
a round of ammunition.
Nothings in the way,
they can feel you breathing,
Board spells out your name
a very eerie feeling,
Gun went off by mistake
is the wound still healing,
Sigrid’s seance was no fake,
I am so believing,
A voice of burning nails
exorcising demons,
Goodbye Kurt Cobain
tarp was only weeping.
By
David Kavanagh
Inspired by
Sigrid Ermine poem
Called by Cobain seance
Lyrics “something in the way” by,
Kurt Cobain.
I long to traipse across lavender heathered hills
and look across the North Sea as a winter wind chills.
Again, to dwell in a cottage, nestled in a green glen
or traverse Scotland's burns, I yearn. Do ya ken?
Years ago I sat upon Loch Lomond's misty banks
and to the beautiful Highlands I offered my thanks
for rugged terrain, lowlands and plains, and Aberdeen.
Haunting bagpipe songs, leaves me feeling serene.
My heart longs to wander free as I stand and listen
to gulls over the Hebrides while Atlantic waters glisten.
There's a stirring deep within my heart and my soul
to wear my clan's plaid and upon Ayr Beach to stroll.
January 5, 2023
Take Me There Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Lovely are the woods of Aberdeen,
With many a grassy hill and sudden ravine,
Far beyond the most recent care,
Where the ruby sun doesn't dare.
Color as rich as soft velvet,
Deep green now and deeper yet.
Dense and dark and coolly calm,
Heart's serenity, nature's balm.
Precious life, beautiful and free,
Is cloaked most royally.
Such are forests of sweet Aberdeen,
The like of which were never seen.
And carpeted grounds to walk upon
To meditate flitting papillon!
Branching limbs of trees so tall,
And a green canopy covers all.
Jade and emerald and occasionally lime,
This is the wood that outlasted time.
A vibrant green that's seen no change
And like all beauty, it's strange.
His name was James Skene
He came from Aberdeen
Sent down to Edinburgh to die,
The brother of the Laird
Land and power shared
Everything that Scotland could supply.
But inward treasure captured mind and heart
The noose won't drag him and God apart,
So death where is your sting
When the edict of the King
Is naming God as a royal crime,
And the Covenanter's tone
Is God sits on the throne
Welcome to the "Killing Times".
The Privy Council told Skene to back down
But He loved and served a different Man's crown,
The sentence of the boss
Was death at Market cross
So that all the people then could see,
The covenant they made
Was a useless aid
If they thought that it would set them free,
He felt his life was not dear to him
Here are the final words of James Skene
"I lay down my life
For owning Jesus Christ"
He said as he looked up to the sky,
On a cold December Day
The wind and rope then played
Swinging to the tune of Martyr's cry,
Confirming what the world already knows
The blood of Martyr's make the harvest grow.
Neil is a para-cyclist who has often paired up with,
One of two people, either Sarah Storey’s husband,
Or Craig MacLean to pedal to gold, it’s his smith,
Having been a track sprinter, built up his hand.
Barney Storey has Type 1 diabetes from childhood,
And the pair took gold in the World Championships,
In 2009, both in the kilo and the sprint, both good,
At the kilo where they set a new WR, took strips.
Then in 2011 in the Italian Para-Cycling Track Worlds,
Him and Craig won gold in both events, new WR,
Then in LA with Barney again he won silver cords,
And in London they won gold with another new WR.
In 2014 Neil teamed up with Pete Mitchell in Mexico,
Where they won gold in the 1 km tandem time trial,
But he reunited with Craig for the games in Glasgow,
Where they won gold for sprint and time trial, double.
Neil is an MBE from 2013 and comes from Aberdeen,
Was born with an eye condition, retinitis pigmentosa,
He studied physics at the University of Aberdeen, lean,
And was born on the 12th of March in 1984, a goer.
The Aberdeen bus arrives, deposits and boards
the same people daily. One is the dark-haired
chambermaid at the tourist lodge, awkward
in her print dress and wearing a frown. Her
big breasts inspire and her long legs are
quintessence. The sun dispels moisture,
with fire-blackened face I lick a popsicle
after work and achieve a counterfactual
childhood. This is what the chambermaid’s scowl
is about, the frozen treat and smile of a grown
man. On a summer night what passions
would I find in her? We take our place in the pattern
of daily activity, pick-up trucks with crews
arriving and leaving, uniformed rangers narrow
in their imaginations. Two ravens fly low
over the clearcut like weather, in weather, there will
be weather. Felling trees in the forest, I look uphill.
The ravens float like hawks, nearly immobile.
The heart of Dubai, dreams collide,
I’m a shadow the World can’t find.
Tijuana whispers on cold nights,
Lost in reflection under city lights.
Every corner feels like home,
Crowds mask where I roam.
Barcelona or Singapore’s tears,
Hiding in hotels from my fears.
Glass hotels, safe from love's embrace,
Open skies above but an empty space.
Know each city’s soul, I can't let them in,
Every heartbeat a reminder of my sin.
Aberdeen rain falling, sip Majorca wine,
Each drop a memory, chances lost in time.
Bangkok calls to stories not yet told,
Behind closed windows of silk and gold.
Yokohama’s sun never warms my heart,
Laughter echoes, when it all fell apart.
Trace lines of maps, tattoos on my skin;
Cities are familiar, how they pull me in.
My glass hotels, safe from love's embrace,
Open skies above me but an empty space.
Know each city’s soul, I can't let them in,
Every heartbeat a reminder of my sin.
Here I'll hide forever from the pain;
A traveler trapped in invisible chains.
One day I'll break free and go outside
I'm a ghost with no where else to hide.
In glass hotels, silence guards the night,
Open skies above, still holding on tight.
Each city’s pulse, veins beneath my skin;
Love a distant memory, haunts me again.