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    Pendragon? anyone home?
    English my native language and have characterizes of dyslexia.

    Copyright (C) 2011, Zoolane

    I have pass by English Exam.

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    Home? No. Still on vacation!
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Exclamation

    As I repeat, ad infinitum, my laptop was stolen. Sorry for the delays

    Dark Muse: Dark subjects are definitely you forte!

    YesNo: Death as a friend! Nice!

    Zoolane: Sleep is often called "The Brother of Death" I liked the dream sequences

    And ZOOLANE is the winnah!
    Some of us laugh
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    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Thank you Pen, I am sorry to hear about your laptop, I am sorry if I seem impatience.

    hmm let see?
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    quote?

    The Dark Hills by Edwin Arlington Robinson
    Dark hills at evening in the west,
    Where sunset hovers like a sound
    Of golden horns that sang to rest
    Old bones of warriors under ground,
    Far now from all the bannered ways
    Where flash the legions of the sun,
    You fade--as if the last of days
    Were fading, and all wars were done.


    Quote is: Old bones of warriors under ground,

    I will see if how many entries we get in week,
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    Bones

    Old bones of warriors under ground
    Are quiet when the day in done.
    When morning comes they make no sound.
    They're quiet as we linger on
    And wonder when the other side
    Will welcome us to pause and stay
    Where from the living we, too, hide
    And smile while they pass by and pray.

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    The Last Battle

    Blood soaked land and sounds of battle
    Old bones of warriors under ground
    My brother's voice has a death rattle
    My heart freezes at the sound

    He was cut down long before his time
    Like my fathers of days gone by
    I have to force my fear-haunted mind
    Continue the fight with tear dimmed eyes

    Is that reinforcements finally coming?
    Will I live to fight another day?
    I hear the trumpets and the drumming
    It seems to echo from the grave

    I see them coming with astonishment unbound:
    We go to join old bones of warriors under ground...

    Pendragon
    (C) 10/16/2012
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    The Forgotten Dead

    The scorched land's thirst
    had long been slaked
    by the blood which once soaked the earth
    leaving the sands still rust stained.

    Now parched as if cursed
    by battles long fought, lost or won,
    neither victories nor defeats hold meaning,
    only bitter memories remain
    and forgotten heroes.

    A murder of ravens,
    those carriers of the dead gather
    upon the unmarked graveyard,
    the old bones of warriors underground
    long forsaken.

    Can they have any peace
    for the nightmares which haunt
    their eternal sleep?

    Only those scavenger birds
    that bore their souls away
    still remember where they lie
    and the secrets buried with them.
    Last edited by Dark Muse; 10-17-2012 at 06:58 PM.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    I turn the soil with my Grandad's fork,
    Fat handled, ash shafted,
    Polished, stained, ingrained,
    With the sweat from his hand.
    I turn the soil He turned.

    Potatoes lie deep
    Like old bones of warriors underground,
    I dig them out with my Grandad's fork
    I dig out my Grandad,
    Memories and taties together.
    I collect them up in a bucket,
    And bring them inside.
    Last edited by prendrelemick; 10-20-2012 at 02:54 AM.
    ay up

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    Winner?

    Yes, your poem is wonderful because it fragile but it undercurrent of death. Also had me wondered if you were watching 'Time team'.

    Favourite lines are:Are quiet when the day in done.
    When morning comes they make no sound.



    Pen, your poem is greatly admire of the soldier point of view and war.

    Favourite lines are:I have to force my fear-haunted mind
    Continue the fight with tear dimmed eyes


    Dark Muse, your poem was tale of earth being torture by war, the after ward animals take the after over so speak.

    Favourite lines are:A murder of ravens,
    those carriers of the dead gather
    upon the unmarked graveyard,
    the old bones of warriors underground
    long forsaken.




    Prendrel, your poem was of your Granddad, lovely touch of the potatoes and quite unique way of development of a poem from quote.

    Favourite lines are: Memories and taties together.
    I collect them up in a bucket,
    And bring them inside.



    winner is : Prendrel because of different way of writing poem. It also remind of my late Granddad.
    English my native language and have characterizes of dyslexia.

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    Thank you Zoolane, The other two poems are amazing, which is why I tried something alternative.
    Next up is some Ted Hughes.

    The Horses.

    I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
    Evil air, a frost-making stillness,


    Not a leaf, not a bird -
    A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood


    Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
    But the valleys were draining the darkness


    Till the moorline - blackening dregs of the brightening grey -
    Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:


    I like the first line, but I think I'll go with -

    "And I saw the Horses."
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    and I saw the horses
    they looked like
    flying torches
    racing towards
    the heights,
    illuminating skies
    horizons and the fars

    they ran as fast
    as light
    towards the height of heights
    their demena
    was serene
    their grace was something
    seen
    a beauty in pristine

    and then I saw the horses
    and I knew it was sensation
    calling for their
    return
    Last edited by cacian; 10-22-2012 at 11:39 AM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    And the Bloody Morning After...

    The last trumpet sounded, a very haunting cry
    There was smoke and fire, the Earth shivered and shook
    And I saw the horses: white, red, black, pale
    The horses are sheer terror to see
    But the riders are the true horrors
    The white face of Pestilence, gone forth to conquer
    The scarlet face of War, blood was its Avatar and its seal
    The dark face of Famine, bones showing through translucent skin
    Then the pale skull of death, scythe clutched in hand
    Flame and sulfur burn in their wake, for Hell follows after
    The End is nigh and I hear the horses...

    Pendragon(c) 10/22/2012
    Some of us laugh
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    All Those Horses

    A car gets used more than a horse
    That doesn't go as fast of course
    As when my foot demands more speed
    Than I or any horse should need.
    A car behaves more sensibly
    With no pretentions to be free.
    It doesn't throw you, ram your thigh
    Against a tree to make you cry,
    Embarrass you, insisting it's
    The master when it has such fits.
    I see those horses: obsolete.
    They're glad I'd rather use my feet.

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    Wild Horses

    I lie dreaming in fields of wheat
    as I listen to the heart beat of the earth,
    steady, it grows louder
    pounding against my ear
    through the sun dried warmth of the ground,
    vibrating in my bones,
    it begins to thunder, my eyes open
    and I saw the horses come
    out of the tall wispy grasses,
    with the sun ablaze behind them,
    all the world seems to be afire
    and they run, as Valkyries,
    leaving trails of dust,
    they come to sweep me away,
    dream-like I smile while they fly
    above, one by one,
    like feathers, my fingers can reach out
    and touch their descending manes,
    spirited away I ride into worlds never seen.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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