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Antony Norcliffe Poem
The temple of Olympia gave birth to the games
Kingdoms of Greece did battle before the flames
Coroebus of Elis first champion and winner
Blood sweat and tears before the king of Olympia.
Hercules and Zeus were the main driving force
Great leader and a son filled with bitter remorse
Twelve labors carried out the beasts all been slayed
A temple was built and the debt was repaid.
From BC to AD the games were violent but true
The Roman Empire rose and their influence grew
A new world order begins kingdoms start to fragment
The walls of Olympia cast down now silent.
A millennium passed and then five hundred years more
No warriors or kings to make the crowds roar
Their victories and triumphs forgotten in verse
Chariot’s wheels stop turning struck down by a curse
An Industrial age the games start a new thread
Ideas reborn in Dialogue of the dead
Athletes compete across the Ottoman Empire
A committee is formed to scheme and conspire
Six men good and true no need to be contrite
Much as god this positions for life
New gods demand a road show and Greece is left behind
All traditions and values to history are consigned
Five rings and flame symbols of a new dawn
Tarnished by money, greed, bribery and scorn
The fastest man on earth breaths hard with pounding heart
Adverts must finish before he can start
Four years of training he is in peak condition
All needle marks are gone thanks to his clever physician
A return to Athens a mirror ignites the suns rays
Thousands in a relay but coca cola pays
Citius, Altius, Fortius the Olympic motto states
Victory at all costs the rewards are too great
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Incognito.
If I could travel the world in shadows
Think of the things I could see
A fly on the wall incognito
A chance to re write history
Shall I sneak through the corridors of power?
Listening in on our leaders so true
A ghostly knight of shimmering honesty
A sense of clarity for me and for you
I will spend all day at the fun fair
Sneak in the hall of mirrors for free
A thousand different reflections
But not one of them ever shows me
I could parachute straight into a circus
Camouflaged as clown or a bear
Perform all the tricks for a roaring crowd
But no one would even care
I shall run naked through the streets of my city
All laughter and joy to be free
I will mock all the crowds in the rat race
Bound up in their clothes and misery
The temptation to peek is a strong one
Must be wary and always take heed
Do not take advantage of others
Voyeurism not part of my creed
When I travel the world in shadows
Ill tell you all the things that I see
No need for a cloak or a magic ring
Because nobody ever sees me
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Antony Norcliffe Poem
Spring Sensations by Antony Norcliffe 13 April 2012
And so on to spring the equinox said
Earths Axis tilts over from black in to red.
Throw forward your clocks and take heed of the soil
Sour Cherries and Gardenia are starting to boil.
Roll away the grey blanket the equinox spoke
Let’s cover this place in a colourful cloak
The colours of the rainbow drape over the land
Removing the cold and crisp winter’s hand.
Take time to breathe deep the equinox said
Let the beautiful textures play through your head
The smell of the dew on the first day of spring
The touch of the grass and to hear the birds sing.
Here’s to longer days the equinox cried
New born creatures abound and fill farmers with pride.
The starlings and blackbirds return from overseas
Building new nests in the tallest of trees.
Time to open eyes wide the equinox said
Watch the ice melt away from the frozen river bed
The rivers and streams gurgle from dusk till dawn
Icicles drip down splashing lilies and frogspawn.
Raise your arms to the heavens the equinox put forth
Feel those showers on your skin as its April of course
With the sun on your back and the wind in your face
Its time for the farmer to plant crops with all haste.
And so my work is done the equinox sighed
I have created a land that fills me with pride
Nature never rests and a new conductor is near
Almost time for summer and the Solstice to appear.
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Conflicted
The door is bolted still slightly ajar
Standing so close I see you from afar
Beacons shine out I stand in the dark
Dawn chorus erupts where is the lark
We need him this day bring us a spark.
Church bells peel but fall on deaf ears
We rub the lantern no genie appears
Heavens burst open the ground is still dry
Promised the truth then fed me more lies
We all did our best but nobody tries
You call out my name I can’t hear you shout
It’s dead of the night the sun still shines out
Clocks spin forward times in reverse
You say you’re a winner but need to be rehearse
Go on unchecked but still you coerce.
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