Watching for the dawn

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Waiting in the darkness

Listening to the shift between

Dark and Light

The silent moments

Before the world changes.

 

Scanning the horizon

For the gathering greyness

That signals the new day.

The first bird tweets before light

And the fox slinks back to its burrow.

 

And then there it is

Suddenly above the hillside

A glimmer of dawn.

There is an exhalation of delight

Among us and a relaxation

Of shoulders held tense.

The new day has come

And we can glory and rejoice

In a new light.

 

Words and photo copyright Englepip©

via Daily Prompt: Glimmer

Daily Prompt: Stormtroopers

 

_1580289Warriors of destruction 
Galactic Empire soldiers
Darth Vader's ground troops 
Legions of terror.

Swiftly deployed 
To crush opposition
Elite mixed forces, 
Of aliens, humans clones 

Trained to be loyal 
Numbered in white armour
Dangerous to encounter
Against the thinking of the free.

Opposition to the Jedi.
Acting on orders
Without individualism
None of them free.

May we thwart their purpose
Use intellect against them
And let the force be with us
To win; to be free.

 

There is a currently an exhibition of Star Wars in our local museum. 900 people attended on the opening day and queued from the early morning to get in. I have enjoyed the Star Wars movies though I am not an avid fan. The words above sum up how I have interpreted my impression of the stormtroopers. Please correct me if you think I am wrong. ūüôā

Words and photo copyright Englepip©

via Daily Prompt: Thwart

Daily Prompt: The frozen pond

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The pond that once held frogs and water boatmen
Swimming intermittently between the fronds of weed
Allowed dragonflies to dip; hawk-like hunters across the surface
And was the habitat for newts, their long-tails trailing as they swam,
Is now frigid; solid with ice that doesn’t even crack
Beneath the force of a snowball.
Nothing splashes in the deep, dark depths
No heron stands at the edge statuesque and still
Seeking the slightest movement to spear with its beak.
Instead there is a still, glassiness reflecting the blue winter sky
The deer cannot drink; and the ducks can only skate across the surface
For the sub-zero, arctic winds have brought the beast from the east
And we must abide the glacial freeze as bleak winter bites.
Photo and poem copyright Englepip©

via Daily Prompt: Frigid

Daily Prompt: It came from the east

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It came from the East: this huge raging beast

Shrieking through crevices of rock.

It whipped up huge  waves

In mountains and swirls.

Crashed into the coast and the caves.

It churned  the sea bed;

Tore the beach to a shred

Gathering shingle and stones

It  spit back.

It shattered the cliffs

And gnawed at the shore

Receding …….

Then breaking once more

Rhythmically pounding

The surf ever sounding

A barrage penetrating

Your core.

Poem and photo copyright to Englepip©

 

via Daily Prompt: Churn

Bin Day sunset

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Bin day tomorrow and people have put out their bins as the sun sinks at the top of the road. An early morning collection means they don’t have to get up with the dawn! But actually an urban scene like this has its own charms I think.

 

Photo copyright to Englepip©

 

Rise and Set photo challenge

Daily Prompt: The Beatles

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Were they the quartet you waited for

Screamed for and danced for

They certainly were the famous four

In Liverpool town in sixty four.

The rebel Northern group four

Playing In a cellar down a backstreet for

One whole pound more than four

A pound less than a shop girl for

A forty hour week.

But nevertheless they sang,

All four,  a quartet of

Love love me do and

You know I love you

And they really wanted

To hold your hand:

They were a very good band.

And do you want to know a secret?

Then get a ticket to ride

With a paperback writer

And I’ll tell you:

All you need is love.

 

In Penny Lane there was

A barber shop

Where perhaps they got that

Iconic hair crop?

And when the yellow submarine

Sailed with the walrus

Was it to a Norwegian Wood

Or was it back in the USSR?

And did they twist and shout

In the way they moved

And¬†have a hard day’s night

These famous four?

And will they ever  know

how much we loved them?

They said if you need somebody

They’d be there.

But now it’s too late to call

All four

That was yesterday

So let it be.

 

Words and photo copyright Englepip©

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Quartet

Daily Prompt: The Power of Steam

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” Efficiency is the ratio of useful work to resources ¬†expended. In other words, the ratio of the output to the input of a given system.”

 

They say  steam engines were

Really  inefficient.

Yet they worked and so

Were icons of their time.

 

Their powerful engines hissed

As their gliding pistons swished

And the big wheels steadily turned

Upon the line.

 

Journeying far ‘cross country

Along parallel lines of  track

Their smokestacks burning brightly

There and back.

 

Generations mourn their passing

And old engines they have rescued

Recombining, reassembling

All from the scrap.

 

They hammer and they chisel

Blacksmithing with a sizzle

Engineering perfect pieces

Of great size.

 

And when the engine’s ¬†finished

They admire her in her glory

Resurrected into power

To run once more.

 

Then the new steam comes a-fizzing,

From the smoke-stack wildly hissing

And along the lines it’s whizzing

Inefficient maybe yes.

 

But do we care?

 

For that  old engine it is running

And faithfully it is pulling

Is it not a most amazing sight to see?

 

And to smell the soot and grime

Feel the rhythm of the line

Is a special thing for all,

 

Especially me.

 

Poem and photo copyright to Englepip©

 

 

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Inefficient

Daily Prompt: The Swallow

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Little bird, swift bird,

Migrating on the wing

Swooping in from southern climes

Our  harbinger of  Spring

 

Zooming ‘cross ¬†the pastures

While feeding in flight

Scooping up some insects

Then banking to get height.

 

Gathering up mud pellets

For nesting o’er the door

Feathering the inside

Laying white eggs; maybe four.

 

 

They are raising a brood

See the droppings on the floor

Sweeping in and swiftly feeding

Then back again with more.

 

And then the brood are ready

Tentatively they take flight

Til they too are flying

And we all take delight.

 

Scudding ‘cross the fields

And diving from aloft

Soaring to great heights

And through the clouds so soft.

 

But as Autumn approaches,

And evenings gather in

You’ll find them all chirping

From the wires such a din.

 

A flapping and a chatting

About the journey ahead

Taking the late sun’s rays

Upon their shiny heads

 

And then they take flight

Ascending in the air

To go thousands of miles

On a wing and a prayer.

 

Bon voyage little bird

By the sun you can steer

Travel safe if you can,

Hope to see you next year.

 

Poem and photo copyright Englepip©

 

via Daily Prompt: Swallow

Daily Prompt: Snow definition – a dog’s perspective

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When a familiar landscape becomes a foreign field

Populated with overlarge, cold, white hominoids

Of terrifying proportions;  when missiles

Equally white, fly through the air – war of the juveniles

Descending slopes on their terrible toboggans

Squealing war cries of joy, fear and warning;

Alien world of crusty icing sugaredness

Powdery beneath the paws and scents and trails

Vanished beneath  a cloak of icy invisibility.

Beautiful covering coming silently from the sky

Like white stars and hexagonal doilies.

Lickable and likeable in tongue meltingness.

 

Words and photo copyright to Englepip©

via Daily Prompt: Foreign