Long Dover Poems

Sweat is dribbling down my face, I am feeling hot
I can still hear the cracking sound swirling around 
And the night dancing to its own rhythm
The night suddenly fades in and the journey begin
That night...

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Soon, the sun was lying low, a bright full moon was now on show
Santa switched on Walnut’s glow… “Ho Ho Ho and away we go.”
Walnut played along and led the team of reindeer and their...

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Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges,
its roar far too loud...

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Rum and Raisin, on the mat, were playing with their toys
Their humans had the tv on to give some background noise
Rum said, “Raisin, there is something that I want to do,
To meet a man from...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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As aspiration seeks to take its toll,
your mass flotilla salvaged sons of war.
‘Twas but a feat the angels will extol
though Satan’s army rallies at your door.
Your youthful fit have vowed to serve the Crown.
They muster...

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When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in the other
I’ll play my last game with my dad and...

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In homage to the waters around the UK and all those who sail them...


Late at night and early dawn
Like clockwork - every day are heard
Those dulcet tones “set fair” to warn
With poetic, most prophetic words
What...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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Somewhere over Europe
A B-17 flies
Strafed and damaged
In her enemies skies

The flak has taken
Its toll on the plane
This crew so brave
In this theatre of war campaign

Many hours have passed
With no sight of the channel
Only land ahead
Is...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  

                  (Part 9)   "The Voyage To Where ?"

 

The weather...

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I've read many accounts on that horrific war that was WWI ,it was supposed to end all wars.
It was trench warfare and men fought and died in hellish conditions.
It inspired me to write this fictional...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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(Poem Serial)      Legend Of The Black Dove -2
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I'd have loved to see the bluebirds fly
above the white chalk-cliffs of Dover--
and as they were blithely soaring over,
immersed in thought I'd lie
in calm repose upon that beach,
admiring their swooping forms,
evanescent, in fleeting storms,
like ballet...

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Rivers

Rivers of tears, flowing from fears,
beginning to dry, it has become harder to cry,
knowing, accepting, no more rejecting ?,
the loss of – what for years was a sin’
 - that being the world I lived...

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Keep this under your hat, guys....I'm just back from an undercover investigation of 
what turned out to be a real hidden nest of Alien invaders....they foolishly made 
serious strategic mistakes, which, of course, your favorite...

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Happy , there was a time when I was happy,
I am not going to make this sappy,
But I have to write what comes to mind,
And hope it does it with a rhyme.

Now you know who...

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SWANSONG

England expects Britannia to rule the waves,
From the white cliffs of Dover
To where the Sun never sets.

We’ll keep the Union Jack flying
Over this sceptred isle,
Set in a silver sea, 
As a beacon of light
To ward...

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Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 11)

                        "Destination Unknown"

John Norrington joins his...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in middle of balm bathing 
beckoning my Heart leavening lively 

I...

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Vera Lynn's, "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Keeps streaming through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over!
'Tis a poignant reminder of sad and cheerless days during World War Two,
Yet, the...

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The cottage reeks with
fluid tides of hope,
incessantly commanding.
My baby’s here.
I’ve still no word 
coming down the line from Dover.
Winter’s gone...
Spring rains have come
and with it comes the tears all over.  
I weep again, my...

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