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Lapping waves, boat gently rocks, lone seagull screams from overhead.
Sun setting on horizon evokes feelings of happiness
Wedding Day, honeymoon cabin, remembering night of love
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Carefree spirits a smile away
encompasses a youth today
Noble bearing and light of feet
I hope there is a chance to meet
Passed by and by in crowded space
Our eyes caressing each other's face
Racing pulse and temperature rise
Which in blushing I tried to hide
High visions floating in mind's eye
Dissolves in realistic sigh
What will tomorrow's morning bring
If declaring, my heart, shall sing.
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Encapsulated
by gravitational pull
'Observation earth'
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Conquering Normans in siege they lay
waste to all England
to pillage and slay.
William the Conqueror rode overland
with nobles and ladies
of high ranking band.
Surveying all territories with equal measure
His decision unanimous,
and at his leisure
Decided on Londinium, the roman town
By the river Thames,
his fortress he found.
Erected by labourers, a mammoth task,
A castle keep,
made to last.
In building this edifice of towering strength,
Quelled all resistance
at each wall length.
Forming a formidable structure to intimidate
all Saxon nobles
reduced to peasant state,
As centuries pass amid tales of woe,
from palace home
to fighting the foe,
Political prisoners held in the white tower
in angst deprivation
as they await the hour of their execution.
Queens and Princes murdered there
Heads lopped off
As the populace stare.
Beefeaters, knights and crows stand guard
at the portcullis, gatehouse
and inner courtyard.
Since 1078 the white tower stands
unaffected by seasons
and war-bombing strands.
The second world war brings chaos all around
From blitz bombardment
an ear-deafening sound.
Tower of London sheltered all within
Who seek to find refuge
from the annihilating din.
In peacetime came tourists from foreign shores
Keeping coffers full
As the river Thames flows.
Many visitors being guided around
listening to Beefeaters narrative
in awe spellbound.
Viewing medieval suits of armour along walls of stone
including a glass case
holding Henry V111's own.
Six feet four embellished in gold
Surveying Tudor artifacts
as their history unfolds
Quequing lines of people awaiting their turn
to see priceless crown jewels
all expectations confirm.
Gems of such brilliance in shape and size
from adorning royal personages
the nation's prize.
Scheduled archaeological digs still carry on,
uncovering hidden passages,
where our history comes from.
Should the resident clipped crows disappear through the gate
legend states London is lost
left to it's fate.
If walls could talk to be precise
what secrets revealed
to it's possible demise.
Longevity establishes a sense of worth
uniting the population
in the land of their birth.
Long forgotten enmities lost in the chronicles of time,
the Tower represents
a landmark fine.
As the keys approach at the designated hour
the bayonet drawn guard
calls out from the tower
"Halt who goes there?"
And answering comes the time honoured refrain
The Keys of Elizabeth,
our Sovereign Queen in name.
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Arctic Polar Bear -
As global warming alerts
Chance floating iceberg
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Predator drone recording:- 6.00am
The dawn sky dramatic
Multi-coloured in rainbow array
Mutating flares of crimson reds
One portent Wednesday.
Overhead the predator drone motionless
Metallic silver it's planed wings
and tip pointed nose
Alarming to view it's presence
Though reassuring to see it remain
As alien activity increases
In newsworthy reports of the same
Covert surveillance monitoring
Is commonly known
Also equipped with combative technology
Has this futuristic drone
The troubled nations looked skywards
From parliament offices, homes and schools
No communication has been received or ventured
As a stalemate seems to prevail
At 6.30 pm on Thursday
A bombardment of ferocious intensity
Annihilated a mountain range
Within 30 seconds as dust cleared
The landscape now had changed
Once where there were mountains
Only a rising mushroom cloud
Panic was endemic
As satellite news worldwide spread.
Communities in the vicinity
Had collapsing buildings
and the people laying injured or dead.
Countless areas were targeted
Cities razed to the ground
People as headless chickens
Madness crazed were hunted down.
Total annihilation of the human race
Was the aliens only goal
Governments faltered and fell
Young destined to never grow old.
The authoritarian levels of society
In bunkers down did go
As the skyscrapers monopolise
stood as gravestones over the
crowded inhabitants below.
No help could be alerted
from the defence forces,
ambulance or police
People decided to die in their homes
With loved ones silent in their grief
The old order had been toppled
No-one could envisage the end
Then, Monday at 5.00 am
An ear piercing whistling
continued without restrain
Ear drums were shattered
No-one could withstand the pain
Making everyone left suicidal
that was the alien's game.
They entered the Earth's stratosphere
at midnight on Saturday
But there was no human civilisation
No-one left to positively say.
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To mill pond at dawn's new day
rippling sunbeams over the calm surface play
freely amongst the stately swans gliding there
in contented pairings, turning sees' a hare
and leveret munching on borage and honeycombs
breakfasting, as a polluted tributory stream foams
with poisonous effluence five hundred yards away
to mill pond at dawn's new day
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World Wide Web welcomed the world over
Computer communication consisting as a combined operation, though
Poised and positioned, pertinent persons are parodied, as
Caricaturists calculating cajolery creates challenges
Tacticians tantalises with tangible tall stories, though
Rules regulate racketeers and raging ranters
Friends and family Skype face to face in fellowship.
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Billy Bob had fallen in love
Consuming his entirety
Awakening his heart ached
Asleep his love passed him by
Though yearning he did not reveal
Valentine's Day loomed so near
Dare he reveal his true feelings
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Was his one recurring mantra
He bought a card and wrote a name
'Stephan I love you, please be mine'
He inserted a deep red rose
inside the card and posted it
He waited on Valentine's Day
His quaking spirits were soaring
He received a card from Stephan
Revealing feelings were mutual
They arranged to meet after school
to Billy Bob's distress and grief
Heard that his love had that day died
from septicaemia due to
pricking his finger recently
from the thorn of a deep red rose.
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High winds - stirring sea - surf pounds - Whitby beach
Storm clouds - residual - seagulls - frantic cry
Midnight - a figure - in view - ascending
Bowed down - wearily - cliff steps - Abbey bound
Skywards - waning moon - purple - in streaking
Figure - looking down - last time - hesitates
Cliffside - beckoning - then moves - in seeing
A flash - lightening - from grave - arising
Hungry - Dracula - no escape - figure froze
Exposed - vulnerable - a scream - was stifled
No-one - witnessing - horror - stricken face
Could, would - testify - to what - next took place.
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