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A Right Royal Round Up Of Poetry From Our Esteemed Wordsmith

The Alliance of the Brave

The Alliance of The Brave individuals who stand out , they are on their own they do not have much. Every government of every colour has ignored them but they are together not in resistance more in defiance, but of survival we are brothers and sisters kissed by the sun every day. We wake up stretch our legs and arms we pray for peace of a greater kind, our lives are in a Temple, our Altar is love energy. Destroy the weapons of hate, silence all that angers you. For modern man is his own downfall, back to source we all go don’t waste your time in hate tune your mind to the wonders of the Godhead and ask can we survive.

 

The Secret

The secret lays in all those craters small or large a holding base for thousands of craft well disguised for sure . Nuclear war was raging upon earth the outcome total death and mayhem for sure ,this dead planet moon was and is holding the next chapters for mother earth a quarter of a million miles away. Preparation is everything the telescopes are real and it’s hard to believe what is happening. From the moon craters the rising in uncountable numbers the Alien Mother ships and the scout craft two by two erode and alight from the moon. It is not so innocent in intention now for it is all moving the Alien invasion has slowly begun all I could think of upon Earth is let me join save my space upon the ship for I’ve decided.

Politico

People of this country , stop listening to the self serving politicians they don’t care if you live or die there is moral human chaos going on all around think for yourselves do not listen to politicians take a third of their salaries away question your local politicians every day every way. I can tell you now pull back your wants think of others talk to others never mind holidays put your country right. A revolution in attitudes is needed we need a guide for the humanity we have lost through greed and want. None of it will be made right until the reset button is pressed and pray not the Nuclear button for which there is no return. The ship of state has no pilots to navigate , there is a far more sinister thing going on on Truss is an evil puppet playing thirty year old cassette my late father was fifty years ago a top Conservator County Councillor Conservative a joy of a party then his next stop was going to be an MP , one step away my family covered his grave all over to protect him God bless Dad he was only forty four I get real emotional about him son of Lancashire I’m still a Conservative that way it means a lot but not this evil tapped lot

Flying Saucers

Standard Flying Saucers for all that is what is recommended for those left after nuclear war scout craft by the two survey constantly the task will never be done for man does not have the answer anymore the numbers are two vast and no other planet to inhabit has been located so the pickle is big too much for even The Aliens to manage I guess that’s it then it wasn’t everlasting the known world I mean , let us pray at least.

Emotions

I wouldn’t like emotions deeper than the ocean, I’d never get out again nor drum to the island I call my Crannog, my deep mystic truth is somewhere in the middle centred for the love or need to aim, to broadcast, in the ripple of the sonar straight to the heart of the love and the sanctuary. I crave the Almighty, after that I made too much art I couldn’t recover from I live on my own at Crannog under the stars, by the tall trees, where the owls and ghosts join me in peace.

Saturday

Saturday silence echoes as it never did before. The streets are deserted, not how they used to be, happiness has gone over the hill and down again as it used to be. The state has rounds upon its citizens an all the talk is of war, the most frightening of scenarios. Who really wants it no-one absolutely no one but the star is forming and control and oppression and it is in the face of many. Fear does not come as close as this I can only guess this is evil can we stop it where do we start can we be happy again let us pray so Amen.

Now and Forever

Now and forever just me and the wind, I lift my head to the sky above, I say where now from here, I can’t even guess. There are no signs that say lost and I’ll believe anything for that matter. That’s life I guess. I count the breaths in and out, I ask what is life. The reply well I am unable to tell you, but I’m going through a tunnel with life the universe and everything. I wait to be transferred into a higher realm. Peace out Brothers and Sisters.

Port of Silence

Port of silence port of stillness port of vacancy, not a soul around nobody, and then do I ask for there isn’t a soul around all in exile or extinctions humanity has gone just dark waters a lonely bird drops but a pebble from on high, but what is watching the ripples of time vanishes to a nothing then silence, the matters that be of the darkness of our times where indeed is anybody a loud cry for help is heard in the far tunnels of time that be I know not of the silence.

Goodness Me

Goodness me I’ve been walking over this ancient carpet for many a year now and a stare from the chair to the floor whilst drinking my second cup of tea . Whilst looking down amongst the weave these incredible faceted eyes reached my receptive densities , I became aware there was indeed a Alien hiding in the room ask yourself what is in your carpet

A Message

I wait for a message when will I hear it how will I hear it, and when will it come how do I pray where will I pray who will teach me, for I know not how in the darkness it id difficult for a lack of light prevails. I wish to see and most of all pray tell us are we really alone for I’m beginning to believe that indeed we really are part of a cosmic game. So yes I continue to pray may the Lord have mercy on our souls .

Keep Up

Keep up transmission we want to know who’s there it’s been a big secret and we need to know. Now we near the end of ,a lifetime a call to the cosmos for our existence to prevail.  We really need to know that maybe it was worth it, I said ask the spaceman who is coming soon just wait for the rattle and hum of a slowing silver ship as it hovers over the shack. One dark night the rest is history and the voyage begins through the planet to your new cosmic home.

Give It To Me

Give it to me, love it to me more and the world needs it more the love road the sound of a mountains heart fit to bust spread around the world make the tutonic plates a riddle grate pleaser make the earth move let’s get the love back and I mean big time oh boom man boom the sound of love is thundering down the road oh happy joy oh happy day let’s roll
This is a lifetime you do not know me I want you to know said the man you really don’t ,do yo know why I guess not but I am in fact a northern Alien sent to teach those if you who know not .I am a replica t accelerator of many kinds part of a programme you may never know of but for the time being I’ll hide in the pub whilst there’s is one cheers

The Fate

The fate it’s a coming the sealed doors are bulging with the secrets we keep they couldn’t hold much longer the truth wanted out the air had to clear before we could all start anew none of us were really guilty but all had to look forward non could look back the door came down and on that day new life and ways started the air was clear and the pollution of the cars and chemicals stopped.

Another Day

It isn’t time a little voice told me give it another day I heard it from somewhere I listened the sky opened and I was taken away and I came out elsewhere but not on the earth I knew a voice came to me and whispered you are modified you are now upon Mars my son you will soon have company look yonder for the sky craft it will come you are now ex of earth forever.

Ready

We are ready to plug in to the eternal, never lose the greater vision beyond the skies above,
beyond all that is known the mystery that is wonderful will happen shall we close our eyes to see.

Today

How is your world today said the Alien, we are on a rotating ball said the earth man, we live on it, it goes around, still don’t know why we are here nobody has told us, can we come on your ship, the Alien said just once but please not a word it would be so bad, at least that is what I thought he said until I realised me and Kevin were on our 7th Pint in the local.

Wait

So we wait upon the breezes for clues but I’m lost for there is no direction but the way I travel and that is now slow, looking for reasons to carry on but most of all where is that voice that Almighty voice, of I Am, the I breathing and the outbreathing , creation, preservation, life in all splendour.

 

 

 

 

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Adventures In The Poetic Universe
Adventures in the Poetry Universe is a selection of poems from the Warrior of Poetry Archive. To awaken your soul. The archive is a collection of over one thousand poems, on life, the universe and everything. It is poetry that has saved poet Ian Wilson’s sanity on many occasions let it save yours.

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God Morning

God morning to you, yes God morning not good morning, I think he is responsible for this day that is a given a day and a date to boot. My number is somewhere, anywhere, I am trying to find it.  I hope I’m not on the list for the plan God says it is not convenient to ask anything of him today as he is getting the new people ready he’s fed up with us now we are too violent he whispered in my ear.

Always

Always gain a new perspective, it might save the day, look to the skies in different ways.  It is always new, it is always refreshing. Look for virgin landscapes where nothing sits upon the hill that is above us, we are below I can’t be a bird but my imagination is high. The outer limits where new dawn waits and hopes stay alive, pass the Yanga juice I need it.

 

An Ode To The Southport Marine Lake.

I am in a small Gondola my hands paddle me along I listen to the echo’s in the void I go slowly to the center of the marine lake an entrance reveals I am entering the next world who will greet me. Ahhh even god can wait, as I crack open my seventh tinny…lunchtime o bozzle that is the way. But hark the lake pulls me like a monster, I have fallen from my boating steed…

Welcome to neutral peace land in a timeframe of my own lunch hour, I sit, and for the first time in a long time I rest, I hear birds I think joy, and in the gap there is silence but for the cooing of pigeons making their box tidy, oh busy birdie, one will pop outside to look up at this bird, my feathered friend acknowledges me, I believe that is a miracle. We have common ground me and birdie, he drinks pints you know…

Open The Mind

Open the mind let the universe in, like a river that flows. It made you and sent you forward upon evolutions way. From day to day we changed but albeit slowly, fashioned to the state we are in now. Tell me what state will we be in soon I know not. Yet be still and know that you are God.

The Gum of the Past

Everything we’ve ever done leaves its mark, looking back where was that fingerprint, ah, is it still there half a century old now. A bit lonely as millions of others are. So I went on a mission to save it, bring it home and frame it from my grey Aunt’s stair rail, with the dried chewing gum in the gap. I had to ask the new owner as the fact is I never inherited the house. Split three ways. With a thousand in cash for someone’s dog never mind, I’ll have the fingerprint back though. Oh, I wonder if the gum still chews…and Uncle Cyril is on the phone, that cash it looks like the ink is smudging on the notes !!!!

Time

Time to end the brutality of the times. Not that we have ever defeated it, survives all time of history, the capacity to be cruel and dominating what exactly did our so-called God create yes, the fauna and playground breeding grounds for the hordes. Why can’t we go to the paradise of a kind island? The language of the shadows where prowlers live among the curious lower kingdoms secretly the monthly change of lunar activity sees shadow bolting from holes to who knows where and tapping you upon the shoulder and in low breath warning it’s time.

 

 

Poetry Round Up For These Troubled Times

Boxes of Light

Boxes of white light, seven boxes of white light, seven boxes of hope and joy, seven spaces of white light in the clouds. Please stay there, please don’t rain. I  don’t want the pain. I will stay you’ll never be gone and I am not done with opening doors that you walk through. With a smile I can see you and just say hello I am here, let us open our boxes of hope.

I Breathe Out

I breathe out, the breath becomes yesterday, turning the corner ah that is also yesterday it has gone, unless you walk back in time, gone and yet we are in the moment, we are upon the earth the goodness terra bequeaths us each and every day, man has a lot to learn, let us in the moment learn anew.

A Hand

A hand for every occasion put it on, and you can get it on. I mean it is your day of course, warm and convenient. A face to hand and here it comes, a dull grey face. An ugly mouth full of promise, just try him on your right hand you will soon see you’ve got your hand full, OMG man you’ve got a world to save.

Pastel Atoms

A chain of peaceful, passive pastel atoms, whispering a trail around a troubled planet. Bursting in flames and destruction. It weaves before your eyes in a vast colourless sky, we inherit from the pollution of twisted human minds. Waking up day after day, the colourful weave of atoms grows stronger in a band across the atmosphere. Wider and blindly determined to land as coloured rain from lingering clouds to land in variant forms. With new spirit on a crystal clear day to form a colony anew to reignite the purpose of new human form, as super animals no higher than a slumbering element. In a new jungle flora of wonderous fauna.

Reflections

Reflections on glass divides us with it’s shining I see others I used to know, but cannot reach out even my fingertips won’t do for there is war. Much war, humanity reaching its ends overshadowed by smoke fire and death. What is tomorrow when we won’t see the the end of this day. Is this the price to pay for evolution for God has no grace, and just in case you wonder Gods work is all around amongst the fire and hell for again this is still war as it always has been among humans who never learn

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Forget

Forget and see what there is today, look to the horizon. Build in your mind anew, forget the dead and gone. It will serve you not, we are called by cold dark histories. When there is air now and things to see and do cast of the mind shackles, shake off the dust, walk, breath, pray. All the way. The change will come but only the will. Your will can change anything.

Nevis the Spider

The rise of Nevis the spider suckered in my room and a storm was revealing itself outside the twinkle and spangle of facets. Before I fixated was I, to the point of no movement the Tiffy bedside lamp casting a shadow or two in the chamber of the shadowed shack, but then along came Nevis the spider mini monster with all his legs. Six of the most versatile, the climbing small mountaineer on a mission in my room.  Very slowly Nevis crept along like a professional burglar obsessed I thought I was clever until I observed Nevis the spider. I hope he found his way home with his Alien eyes to the coving corner in my winter room and into his safety net of micro steel web, a clever fortress of minute complexity.

Come In

Come in, take your clothes off there are no flies on us, brush everything away all this as the sun rises, sit down say a woman you cannot stand there, it’s not easy I promise we aren’t taking a rise from your presence. You have come here to disown yourself. I see the hairs upon your back rising, yes the world is in a pickle and as you are now nothing it will clearly stick upon your person, we have unity here in our vulnerable state, we suggest all leaders of the world be the same as us in one room then at least we can all laugh at how absurd we all are.

Cosmic Masters

Cosmic masters to earth control, the bricks are down, the great leveling has begun. Since the dawn of time property had been the demarcation of division between all people coupled with complicated religions. Control death and destruction steer the course of a link in the mind of man. A part of man’s mind required alteration for the vacant mind of man had caught the attention of the creator an energy cube far in the universe. It was time for change upon our known own falsities upon earth unable to tolerate one another. People had run amock greed being the priority that was all humans could think of, politicians had diseased collective mind protecting their forever land, an impervious mindset setting mere mortals minds into rage and hate. Status reproducing and fornication are the only damaging hobby body art becomes status and vanity explode. Cosmic intervention had become necessary so this leveling had to be, became known as the cosmic evaluation of people by the great master. Adepts upon earth had to breathe once more.

The Neutral Blanket

The neutral blanket that was the day when all the days crammed into one and they collided, time had been running so fast, it was as if time itself was running away. But to what destination the period in time seemed to be rushing to a conclusion. There was to be an intervention but it would not be of this world it had to come from another, I watched the sand timer from my chair with a fire blazing and wood crackling. Flames of personalities dancing shapes, visions, horrors, all in the mix tortured spirits too many to count shapeshifting in front of my hooded eyelids, I concluded that civilization which it is now had to go to sleep and depart its ugly history and upon the time of the morrow refreshing warm breezes would come and harmony with her friend peace would join in unity.

I Am Table

Lots of recycling going on as it happens thought about recycling myself wondered what would happen, first of all, I have to destroy myself and be broken into bits, an old friend dragged me to be remade but not sure how it would come out apparently I am now the first talking dining table I can even move ready for tea, how about that.

Sandpaper

Sandpaper upon granite, that’s where we are, the walls we cannot penetrate all too often at humanity’s loss. So many poor smashed against the wall absorbed in eternal soil lost under the plough, coming out as something else and the cold castles of pomp and indifference still stand on the militant ground leaving the meek and lonely sad, tell me where is the benevolent energy. God or is it eternity that rises and falls and the rest forever a timeless sea of peace.

Once Upon

Once upon a long time ago, we had a life, we had a show, we were in it we were there. The sun came out for the day we sat up without a thought and often just walked away. Now we are held down not able to move there is control the coercion of the evils, presents as a magnetic force nearly down to the last human. A few escaped but fear for their lives and some indeed live underground and can secretly walk to another world leaving all others behind.

 

 

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