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The Royal Australian Navy once had a fine destroyer.
It was a ship of the Daring Class named the HMAS Voyager.
This destroyer was tragically sunk in February of 1964.
That infamous event occurred at Jervis Bay.
Eighty-two of Voyager's crew were killed that day.
The carrier Melbourne hit the Voyager and split her in two.
The Melbourne also rammed an American ship too.
This Australian carrier is something we no longer see.
She was sold and scrapped, and is now part of history.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem
The Dark Destroyer
Part I
The void arrives
Sucks you in and down
Into the nothingness
Only darkness breathes
Life out of focus
It seems all is lost
Panic stricken, then
Realisation hits
Aware that it’s here
The Dark Destroyer!
The void door closes
No strength to fight
You succumb, averse
No one understands
It’s a lonely battle
Inside your own head
Trapped, Defeated
Part II
Defeated – not dead!
Many a battle
Still to overcome
Take action, right now!
Shout loud, ‘they’ will hear
The void door re-opens
Join forces, unite
With ‘they’ who can help
‘They’ will stand by you
Guide you, comfort you
Give positive light.
It’s a classic duel
Of light verses dark
Who wins in the end?
It’s you who decides!
Poet Destroyer and theKidster, SillyBilly
were once slamming opponents on this soup of poetry.
I would slam her initially,
then she would slam me (very poorly).
I would always concede eventually
but not because P D truly crushed me.
I was just acting compassionately humanly.
I didn't want to cause her to cry like a little big baby.
I must however give credit to little P D.
She had multiple accounts at this soup of poetry
and one of her multiple personalities
would conspire with me on how to crush P D.
Little did I know I was conversing with she.
Pretty ingenious if you ask me.
I'm getting off track and referring to her kindly.
That's not how a true slam is supposed to be.
*
Dedicated to Linda, aka SKAT, aka Poet Destroyer, aka P D,....
.....who the hell really knows with all of her identities? ?
Best Wishes Always to you from me.
Your retired slamming nemesis,
theKidster, SillyBilly
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THE SURGE
You came like as expected
Winds furiously shaking the ground
Rain unstoppable continuous to pound.
As hours passed, your fierce marks the town
water increases up to its heights but still
you never stop swiping every corner, left nothing to spill.
Scampering, they're trying to lope your ailing temper
Mother and child crying for help but your sound is a tearful killer
parent's cuddled the youngsters, but too strong your foulest curse.
It's not your intention to harm 'cause you're just a phenomenal mishap,
but for those you visited, you're the great destroyer
A mischievous, dangerous thief that left nothing even their foyer.
THE AFTERMATH
Scattered bricks, fallen debris, lifeless bodies on the sidewalk
Mournful view, so sickening to the eyes
You've taken out their lives, now all that is left are frozen as ice.
The beautiful city turns to abandoned graveyard
At night seems haunted, deadly ravage
at daylight you hear the silent echoing in the rampage.
Deaths are still unnumbered, missing still increasing
They who outlive cries for shelter, food for their needing.
Never deter, frustrated mind, weary hearts.
>> the typhoon Haiyan (local name:YOLANDA) hits Tacloban City, Philippines in the 8th of November 2013
Inspired by the song, The Book of Souls
by Iron Maiden
Below is my version.
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Instrumental Intro
On a journey to find the book of souls
the way is very long and quite dangerous
in a meditation ... I am falling into the darkness
down, down, down ... oh where will it end
Finally, I stop falling and I am in a strange place
where fires are burning and winds are howling
alert and aware of a man rising from the ashes
I will be your guide he whispers
Distracted by his beauty for a moment
I failed to see the monsters in this hellish place
as imagined in Dante's Inferno ... horrible creatures
and I cringe as a huge two-headed snake slithers by
I swallow my fear and speak to my guide
telling him that I am seeking the Book of Souls
why he whispers ... and I tell him that I would like
to see if my name is in it or not
For in a fortelling
in a dream vision
in a revelation, was told
seek the Book of Souls
Seek the truth
beyond the sun and moon
and in the depths of hell
seek the book of souls
I tell him that I have been taught on earth
the importance of the cycles and phases
of planets and and stars swirling above us
of the fear of hell that beckons below
of a list that Satan keeps in a book
Satan watches the cities growing on earth
the high rise buildings reaching heavenward
and the weakness of humans and the strength of some
he whispers, you are strong to journey here my dear
perhaps the book you seek is a book of lies
I ask my guide, why are your here
you seem like you do not belong in hell
he laughs and the sound gives me shivers
as his beauty fades away to reveal Satan
For in a fortelling
in a dream vision
in a revelation, I was told
seek the Book of Souls
Seek the truth
beyond the sun and moon
and in the depths of hell
seek the book of souls
Instrumental Break
And I realize that he is Satan, the invader of earth
the trickster who can take any image to lure
he is the destroyer of humans, the collector of souls
and he is holding the book of souls
Death is a journey we all must take
will we fall into the darkness, down and down
or will we fly heavenward above the clouds
but still I wonder is my name in the book of souls
The book of souls ...
then, I am back
A Poem for My Distant Friend PD
This Poem is dedicated to Poet Destroyer PD
Inspired by Linda-Marie SH of Poetry Soup
A Poem for My Distant Friend PD
What gift, I should send to you?
My distant friend,
Which can fill your heart,
With Joy and Happiness,
Like sweet mid summer Rains,
Which would fill you,
With the fragrance, which comes,
From the first drop of Rains,
When it falls on the heated soil, and
Splashes as
An intoxicating fragrance
To keep you Happy
Without sorrows and pains.
I am trying to give a shape to my gift,
With my words only,
The moment you would read it,
Sound and Music,
Will come to your mind and
Colors too would emerge
As clouds emerges
Every now and then.
The moment you would see,
These words and lines,
Coming from a distant friend and
A place not much known,
A strange happiness,
Would fill your heart
My dear Poet friend.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd Oct. 2012
A heavy weight
Black shadows
Upon the shoulders
Lead heavy
As wings fall
Expelled from
The garden
That of Eden
Bent down
In grief
I cried
love lived
My burning passion
Shattered to
be saved
Broken grows stronger
Like a fireworks
Lighting up
The sky
On my knees
I fell
without mercy
As the cobra
Danced around truth
Biting emotions
To the ground
Drove straight
Into the dark side
Of a dream
Boiling nightmares
Sewing hell
Into the deep
A distorted face
Clouds vision
No longer
Do I see
Beautiful colours
Instead of petals
Your thorns
Rip the heart
Black turns
The rose and dies
Growing two horns
Boiling stew
Seething hot pain
To begin roasting
Pushing to
the deepest
Tormenting in hell
Hissing spitting out
A poisonous
stew of words
A forked tongue
The deceiver
Crawling under
The skin
Coiling serpent
Without truth
Burning lies
Twists then turns
Destroyer of dreams
Nightmares burns
A circle
Drawn with
a poisonous tongue
Within hell
Dancing moths
In silver shadows
Reality one
see's light
Abigail’s Spring
Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color in the sky;
Urging empty branches and shivering wheat
Lift up their eyes from bruising rains
And crushing chill of wilderness storms;
Seeing here howling tirades of blizzards
Trade places with long sunbeams stretching slowly
Across my sun starved shadow, warming the winter’s wildness -
Coaxing pale green shoots to peek timidly at meadows
Covered with patchwork quilts of blue and yellow -
Orange scattered across arching hills –
Welcoming the face of spring with arms spread wide;
Listening for the bleating of black faced sheep
When they shed their fleecy coats;
Not looking back into the breath of moaning winds,
Longing sighs transformed into shouts of laughter
Chase themselves across the plains in children’s games;
My spirit, once wrapped in hibernation, feels the changing of the wind
Running up the road – knocking on the gate -
With a moveable feast born of abundance;
Stone cold frozen heart beats again in rhythm with gracious blessings
As the simple sparrow teaches
Her young to fly with the morning light
Rejoicing on warm nights filled with songs of mourning doves –
My face turns - embracing this greening valley -
As spring sprints breathlessly up the path.
April, 2020
Contest: Personal Favorite No. 2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
5/16/20
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines
First place - Brian Strand Your Choice B - 5/17/20
Number 1 Best New Poem - 6/13-20
Poem of the Week - 6/20/20
First place - Brian's Choice G 6-21-20 - Brian Strand
First place Your Best Poem of 2020 - John Hamilton
Top Ten, #10, Poet Destroyer 11/7/20
Chosen for publication in PS It's Poetry
There are many kinds of love and adoration,
Each one amazing, beautiful and remarkable;
But there is one pure, untainted and true love.
The unconditional, unrestricted love of a pet
They come into our lives quietly and gently,
And without warning they capture our hearts;
Be it a cat, dog, bird, it does not matter really.
There is no secret covert protection to stop it
And whether it be a short time or many years,
We are shattered when they quietly leave us;
With a whisper they are gone to another place.
And we are left empty, hollow and heartbroken
The price of this pure and true genuine love,
Is the agony, the aching of grief and the tears;
This is a love that endures and prevails beyond.
And with the sorrow, the happiness dwells also
"Sealed in our hearts forevermore and eternally."
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August 2, 2014
Poetry/Verse/Forevermore and Eternally
Copyright Protected, ID 08-588-233-02
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A True Love Poem,
sponsor Poet Destroyer, Judged 08/2014
First Place
Angus and Morag decided to get married
Twenty years together – too long they had dallied
So off to the registry office they did go
To book the wedding and get on with the show
Angus being a canny Scots man
Said lets get this done as cheaply as we can
If we limit the numbers there will be a reduction
Oh Angus please learn the art of seduction
He paid for 6 people at a reduced fee
Angus rubbed his hands with glee
Just Angus the groom and Morag the bride
Would stand together side by side
They wore nothing special on their special day
Angus did not want fuss it is cheaper way
Ailsa and Isla their two teenage daughters
Hamish and Jeanie their other supporters
The wedding breakfast was held at Maccy D’s
Six Big Macs and fries, 2 cokes and four teas
Hamish was happy to pay for this meal
He’d got a voucher for a 2 for 1 deal
I felt really sorry for Morag that special day
Hamish hadn’t always been this way
When they met Hamish swept her off her feet
But now he’s got control of the monthly balance sheet
I haven’t stopped smiling since I read this great news
No better daughter in law his parents could choose
His mother didn’t have to buy a new hat
I know she will have been pleased about that
Jan Allison
1st April 2014
Submitted to Any Poem Goes # 17 Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A