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Dundee

Fading day by day.
My latest Airbrush. A bit hurried, only took me a couple of hours so its not very good. Also lots darker in person, blacks are black, white is white???, not sure why it looks so light. Anyway here it is.

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Dundee

Fading day by day.
Here is my Latest Airbrush.
Can't wait till we learn to use car paints instead of inks on paper.
Then I can practice on real stuff.
Next year I hope.

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I don't think my teacher will mind me posting a bit of his stuff.
He hopes to run a seperate course next year t teach us how to do real flames like below. I cant wait.

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Check out my teacher stuff.
Believe it or not, everything here is airbrushed. The Tiger...in real life, hard to tell from a photo.
He is pretty talented, a great bloke too.

Home - Airbrush Creations

He is on face book too with hundreds of images of his work.
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
Here are three of my latest Airbrush paintings. Not class projects though, just ones I have done at home.
Still pretty rough but I am having heaps of fun learning.
I am dreading learning color, as I am color blind. But it shouldn't matter if I bugger up a few skin tones. I mostly want to do Vampire and Gothic stuff anyway which is often dark and high contrast.


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Athena ashford

Honorable
Not as good as Dundee but here goes,

It's alright

This is my life,
And it feels like hell.
Standing on the edge of a knife,
And there is still a choice to make....


I cannot stop this sickness taking over,
I can do nothing but hope.
But my darkness refuses to cope,
I am drowning in an ocean of emotions.

A sharp knife in my hand,
And my legs refusing to stand.
My whole life looks like a mess,
But I could care less.

But I will still fight,
I don't care if I am not a Wight,
Because as long as there is tiniest bit of hope,
It's alright.
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
Not as good as Dundee but here goes,

It's alright

This is my life,
And it feels like hell.
Standing on the edge of a knife,
And there is still a choice to make....


I cannot stop this sickness taking over,
I can do nothing but hope.
But my darkness refuses to cope,
I am drowning in an ocean of emotions.

A sharp knife in my hand,
And my legs refusing to stand.
My whole life looks like a mess,
But I could care less.

But I will still fight,
I don't care if I am not a Wight,
Because as long as there is tiniest bit of hope,
It's alright.

Hey Athena,
That is a poem straight from the heart. It is beautiful.
Poems are like flowers.
Each has beauty in itself, each different, each full of feelings and color and emotion.
Is a Rose prettier than a Daisy?
Please don't say "Not as good as Dundee"
I could never write something as heartfelt as that, because I am not you.
Poetry is not a competition.
Your poetry is wonderful.
Every one of your poems strike emotions in me, and I will bet all that read them.
Thank you for sharing your world.
That is no small thing.
 

Athena ashford

Honorable
Well it has been a little while since I posted one of my poems.
Many probably don't know it but our friend Athena ashford is quite a poet, with a wonderful soul and a gift for poetry.
I have read some of her words privately, and although she chooses not to post t00 much of her beautiful words. They make you cry with both Joy and sadness that someone so young can have such emotions.
So Athena my friend this one is for you. I wrote it last year after, well, my life changed.
Life is long, and not all bad, and there is someone for everyone. you just have to meet them.
This one I dedicate to you.

Oh... Just to clarify, by me ib the poem it i s a metaphorical me, I mean your soulmate that you will one day meet, not me..as in me :) lol Parent panic :)

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To tell you the truth it truly is a mesmerising poem ,I absolutely loved it , infact I wrote it in my diary .
I am not so sure about that soulmate thing tho I wonder if I am ever gonna find mine....
But I guess it too early ,lol.
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
To tell you the truth it truly is a mesmerising poem ,I absolutely loved it , infact I wrote it in my diary .
I am not so sure about that soulmate thing tho I wonder if I am ever gonna find mine....
But I guess it too early ,lol.
Thank you for the compliment, I am glad you liked it.
You will find your soulmate Athena, no doubt about it. Don't be in a hurry, life is long and you have many poems to write yet. You have only a handful of years to be young and free, but a lifetime to be old and responsible :)
Enjoy it.
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
Why is it that so many girls long for a true, loving, honest bloke.
And so many blokes long for a true, loving, honest girl.
Yet t it seems that the two can co-exist, side by side invisible to each other.
What a night, tonight has been, I am so so gullible,
I just give up.
There is no girl real left in the world.

 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
I wrote this for someone I care for more than anyone I have known for a very long time. Sadly it was an impossible dream.

Part 1 of 3.

Asteroid Day -3

I wake...

Your scent is…exciting. I know the sweet smell of your body now; it is A day -3. Two days left until, well, until we are together forever.

The last thing I remember before sleep is your naked body pressing against me, still wet, and trying to get warm. You press against me, trying to make every inch of body contact mine. When I kiss you I taste the salt water on your skin. I can feel you shiver so I hold you close, drawing the blanket around us. I wrap my arms around you, holding you close to my chest, trying to keep you warm. A contented little wiggle, mm that’s nice baby, I love you. I want to say it back, but it does not seem enough. All I can think of is, we are one my love, I would die for you. You purr like a kitten, and give my nipple a playful nip. Then a wiggle, then...Your breathing tells me you’re asleep. Eyes closed I am aware of your every fiber, your breath, your body, your love.

I don't really believe in God, not like others do. But, this cannot be...just random. This must mean something. Now I have you, it makes me question my resolve.

I think back to sunset. You wanted to build a massive fire that can be seen from space. You said, if that stupid rock is going to hit us, it needs a light to aim for.


Looking up at the glowing light you yell, Fuck you Florence.


What a stupid name for an asteroid anyway. If it is a planet killer it should have a crazy name like, Deimos or Death bringer. Bloody Florence, you laugh.

I don't know, an asteroid heading our little island, at 130,000km per hour. I think Florence is a nice name.
Smiling you yell something at me in Italian...
"English please Sara" It has been days, all you have taught me so far in Italian is…

"Hello Sexy Girl",
"How would you like me too Fuck you" and
"Aussies are Dick heads"

What did you say?
You laugh, never mind Crocodile Dundee...

Arghh I give up on you crazy Italian Bimbo I say.
Hey Bitch you yell.
You take a run at me and we hit the sand. I fight back… but not too hard.
Hissing madly you play Vampire and attack my neck pretending to bite me...
Suddenly the mood turns, all I am aware of if your beautiful body pinning me down.
I can smell you, your musky scent, I start to lose concentration.
All I am aware of is your lips on my neck, no longer biting, but now sucking.
And... Your warmth.... sitting across my stomach.
Gently running my fingers through your hair I pull your head up and gaze into those gorgeous eyes.
I love you...I know you do silly, you say, biting my nose.
Gently I run my fingers down your spine, just touching. You shudder and arch back.
Your breasts spring free of my chest. God I am in heaven, I want to kiss them, but they are just too beautiful to disturb.
Leaning up it is my turn now to suck your neck.
I grab you and pull you close to me. Fuck Fuck Fuck you yell.
The rest is....scent, warmth dampness.
...

Looking up in the sky, wrapped in a blanket, the fire just a huge bed of coals now.
Do you think it can see us you ask?
I don’t know....maybe, it looks pretty angry.
Have we done the right thing, you ask turning from the orb in the sky to look at me.
I think for a second.

Baby, we both believe in rebirth right...
"Yes" you answer”
Well, we love each other right?
"Yes" you answer again.
So...whats the problem?
You ask, but the earth is going to be toast.
Shit I dunno baby, you’re the crazy Italian academic. I am just a dumb ass Aussie. I don’t have an answer.
Yeah but did we do the right thing by coming here?
*sigh*

Baby, all I know, is I will love you until the universe is no more.
The end of the word is nothing, you hear nothing. So long as I am with you.
All I know is that whatever is next, whatever comes after....well just after.
I know you will be with me.
Other than that, I have no answers; I just know you and I will be together forever.

You smile. That’s....good enough baby, so long as I am here with you.
I’m not going anywhere my love, I answer.

Sitting up you give me that look, those eyes. God I love you.
You give me a moist kiss on the lips, lie back on my chest, and quickly fall asleep.
I think to myself, how an ugly old Aussie ended up here on an island with a Italian goddess, waiting for the end of days...

I think back…

Months ago Trump announced the planet killer was coming.
He told the world an asteroid 15km across was going to hit earth at 130,000km per hour.
Science tells us probably nothing will survive.
Over a few days, weeks many details are talked about with no good outcome.
They all end the same way. No more people on earth, 100 year winter, everything dies.
Nothing survives; probably not even the cockroaches escape this one.
As the final days draw near, we have an impact point.
The Asteroid is going to hit probably on a small island called Isola Alicudi; he said it will be like 1000 atom bombs.

You were frightened, so was I. You said to me. I don't want to die alone. Neither do I, I answer. I have always been alone, even through 28 years of marriage I was alone. It sounds like a really nice way to end everything…to not be alone I mean.

I sold everything i had; I bought a plane ticket one way to the Italy.

We say goodbye to our friends in cyberspace and post a picture of us together sitting on a the beach at Cala Goloritze. We are both grinning like mad, but only we know why.

It is a sad time; these folks have been our family for so long. Everyone is frightened.


I have never been to the Italy, it is crazy, and customs doesn’t seem to give a shit anymore. People just coming and going. I don’t know why the planes are still even flying. It is chaos here.
You said when I get off the plane, just keep following the signs to the exit and you will be waiting near the fountain. My heart is jumping out of my chest; so long I have wanted this, but…not for the end of times.

I walk and walk; I have no idea where the hell I am. So I just follow the crowd. Finally outside the airport, but I have no idea where you are. I walk for a while. On old man is preaching some shit from the bible. He has a sign. “The End is nigh”

I can’t help but laugh. How many times have I seen this? Finally the doomsayers got it right. It is weird thought. As I walk past, out of all the people there he looks up from his bible and looks me in straight in the eyes. His gaze follows me. It spooks the hell out of me so I look away. Walking past a newspaper stand an English paper's headlines read. End of times. Only days left. The streets are chaos. There are very few police, people are smashing into shops and stealing stuff, it is horrible.

An old lady with one of those old wooden prams walks past. Excuse me I say. Do you speak English? There is a fountain here somewhere, can you tell me where?
She points and yells “It won’t do you any good!!” As she walks away I notice she has a dead poodle in the old pram. The blanket it lays on is stained with its body fluids.
How sad I think, she will die alone.
As I walked where she pointed I hear her yell again, “It won’t do you any good”

There are less people here in this street; I am not sure where I am. Walking past some bollards near a big building, I finally see the top of a fountain.

Suddenly I can’t move. I think what if she doesn’t like me?
I mean, we have only ever talked online.
OK here goes I think.
Walking through the small crowd, eyes searching…
Suddenly, between the people I see…A goddess.
Even had I never seen an image of you, I would have recognized you.
You stand out like the only color in a black and white image,
I can feel your presence, even here where you have not yet seen me.

I am too scared to say hello. What the fuck is a fossil like me doing thinking a goddess like this could be waiting for me.
My confidence falters and I almost turn to go back to the airport.

But, as if by the grace of god, you turn your head and through all the people look me in the eye and smile. How on earth did you know it was me?

I am done for now!
I have always suspected that even from afar you have my soul. But now…
I am your captive.
I walk over and sit beside you.
You are radiant, I have no words.

You grin impishly at me.
I grab your hand, and kiss the back of it.
Milady, I am here for you.
You throw your head back and laugh at me. Oh Dundee you idiot, give me a kiss.
Your moist lips meet mine.
At that instant I know without any doubt in the universe.
I would give my life for you without hesitation.

I can’t remember much of the next day or two.
All I can remember really is the touch of your hand,
The warmth of your body, the smell of your hair, and…
Your scent. My god….

The headiness of discovery must eventually give way to the practicalities before us.
If we are to spend our last days on earth together, we have to see our plan through.
We have to find a way out to the island that is the impact point for asteroid Florenc.
It costs us every cent we have but we finally find a boat that will take us there,
The captain tells us we leave at dawn when the tide goes out. It is late now.
We realize that we have not thought this through really. We have booked a ride to the island, but we have nothing to live on.

The city is in a state of chaos. No police, no emergency services. Just every man for himself. I say, well what the fuck baby, let’s just go take what we want, yeah why not, where we are going we need it more than the others right?

We walk to a big shopping center
Oddly this place seems untouched. It is down by the in Cala Gonone. Maybe the locals have forgotten it.
The glass doors are locked. “We are going to have to smash it I say”
Hey? Did you say let’s get smashed?
Um mm no I said we have to smash the doors to get in,

Come here baby you say, it is time to chill!
You grab my hand…
God I am yours again, that touch…
Sitting on a small park bench you reach into your pocket and pull out a huge joint.
I think we need some chill time baby.
You light the joint and have a few tokes, then pass it to me.
My turn now. Time passes; I don’t know how much, I think you took out another two joints from your pockets.
I take in a huge drag and say…Donkey root?

You look at me and say, “What the fuck is a donkey root”

I laugh and take another huge drag but very quickly as if to be just a holder of the happy smoke, I grab your chin and open your mouth and blow the smoke to you. You breathe it in. Inhibitions gone now, as the smoke dies, I follow it through with a kiss.

You are…a goddess… I laugh…and that was a Donkey root.
You roll your eyes :)

After a while, I don’t know how long, we smash through the glass with a shopping trolley. We fill two trolleys with food, sweets, and our choice in alcohol…all the things we need on a deserted island.
Eventually the night gives way to the morning light. The effects of the joints have worn off, we are both tired. Not talking much we finally decide to stop. Where we going to sleep I ask. You say, I don’t care. I just need sleep.

Looking around I see we are near a florist...
Here we go I say, as good a place as any. I lift my foot to kick in the front door.
You reach over and grab the handle. It is not locked. Stupid Aussie barbarian, you accuse.
I beat my chest like Tarzan and do a terrible impersonation of his call.
You roll your eyes and shake your head and start exploring the shop.

The smell of lowers is overpowering.
It is pretty small and there is a little room out the back with a single stretcher against the wall.
Well it is better than nothing you say, we can share. I laugh, no you have it. I am Crocodile Dundee remember, I am Tough, I will sleep on floor like Tarzan.

Idiot you say with a sarcastic grin, but I can tell you are not happy with me on the floor.
I walk to the shop front and pull the blinds to block the mornings light.
This is cool I say, I get to test out the sleeping bag we stole from the shops.
You don’t answer.

I am lying on the floor next to your stretcher, and in the silence the reality of our situation comes to mind. Fucking hell I think. The world is days from ending.

Suddenly I just want to touch you.

I reach up from my sleeping bag, and slide my hand under your blankets, looking for your hand to hold. You grab my hand. Your skin is so soft and warm.
Holding your hand I try to sleep.
After a few mins you ask.
“Baby, you still awake?”
“Yes” I answer.
You pause…”Why are you doing this” you ask.
You don’t know yet I say.
“Well, I don’t know just answer the question” you say.
“Because I love you”, I answer, as if stating the obvious.
You don’t answer, but you squeeze my hand a little tighter.
....

The boat pulls into the beach, the captain says “why you want to go here laddie, there is no one here, ever”. I look at you and we both laugh, we are going to build a huge house and live here together forever. We laugh again; the captain shakes his head in confusion. Aright laddie, whatever you say, get your shit and be gone. The tide is turning.


The next couple of days are a blur. We set up the tent we…borrowed. Set up the kitchen, gathered wood for the fire. Well it is not really a fire; it is more a bonfire, a flaming beacon that can be seen from space.
Eventually after a little food cooked on a pile of coals I grabbed with our shovel, you say, “I am going for a dip baby, you coming”
OK, I answer.

Immediately you take off your clothes, you turn to me with a challenging look…
“Well” you say…
I am lost for thought; I stare at your naked body, like some stupid Neanderthal,
You are so so beautiful. You are just perfect,
I stutter a few incoherent words in an attempt to make my brain work.
“Men” you laugh, they all think through their dicks.
U mm, errrr.

You run for the water, “catch me if you can you yell”


After a while I head back to the fire to dry off and get warm. You say, I will be there in a bit baby, just want to soak for a while.
I hop into our bed and wait…
After about a half hour you come back to the fire.
Without even drying your naked body you jump under the blankets with me…


The last thing I remember before sleep is your naked body pressing against me, still wet, and trying to get warm. You press against me, trying to make every inch of body contact mine. When I kiss you I taste the salt water on your Skin ………………………………………………………………………………………………
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
Hello Folks, it has been a while, hope you are all well. It is nice to see some of my old friends posting away here :). Much has happened in my world, some good, some bad. I am a granddad now, two awesome boys :) My second youngest son is back to the US to work for a while. Will be back by Xmas I think. Lots going on.

I was wondering if any of you folks can help me with a problem. Some time back I had a hard drive crash, and one of my backups failed. I have recovered much but I am missing one or two of my favorite poems that I wrote some time ago. I have hunted on every backup drive, USB stick and long lost folder, all with no luck.

They are quite important to me.

I was certain I posted the ones I want here, but I have looked and it seems I did not. The only place I know for sure that I had them was on the old forum some of us used to be on.
That is long dead now, but I expect that given the lineage it is backed up with its last owner "Q" on some drive somewhere.

The problem is I can't contact "Q" to ask him about it.

I was hoping someone here may be able to put me in touch with him or ask him to email me. Whatever seems appropriate. If you know how to contact him, let me know and I will PM you my private email to pass on to him if you would prefer not to give me his contact email.

It is very important to me, if you know him, please let him know I am happy to pay for his time if he would be so kind as to have a look for me.

Anyway, hope you are all well.
All the best
Dundee
 

Toroid

Founding Member
Hello Folks, it has been a while, hope you are all well. It is nice to see some of my old friends posting away here :). Much has happened in my world, some good, some bad. I am a granddad now, two awesome boys :) My second youngest son is back to the US to work for a while. Will be back by Xmas I think. Lots going on.

I was wondering if any of you folks can help me with a problem. Some time back I had a hard drive crash, and one of my backups failed. I have recovered much but I am missing one or two of my favorite poems that I wrote some time ago. I have hunted on every backup drive, USB stick and long lost folder, all with no luck.

They are quite important to me.

I was certain I posted the ones I want here, but I have looked and it seems I did not. The only place I know for sure that I had them was on the old forum some of us used to be on.
That is long dead now, but I expect that given the lineage it is backed up with its last owner "Q" on some drive somewhere.

The problem is I can't contact "Q" to ask him about it.

I was hoping someone here may be able to put me in touch with him or ask him to email me. Whatever seems appropriate. If you know how to contact him, let me know and I will PM you my private email to pass on to him if you would prefer not to give me his contact email.

It is very important to me, if you know him, please let him know I am happy to pay for his time if he would be so kind as to have a look for me.

Anyway, hope you are all well.
All the best
Dundee
Welcome back. :) Do you remember the first line of the poem(s)? This site may help.
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alien-ufos.com: Wayback Machine
 
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Toroid

Founding Member
I got this on 02/01/09 and after that it looks like Q added the blockscript.
Alien Ufos

This is all I found.
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Dundee

Fading day by day.
Welcome back. :) Do you remember the first line of the poem(s)? This site may help.
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Hey Toroid, nice to hear from you, I had a bit of a look on that site, but got a little lost. Not sure how to search on text??

The Poem was a satire of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
My version was called "The Grey Man" and was not about a crows visit but a little grey alien,
Here is the first verse.

Once when I was feeling teary, I wiped my eyes cos they were bleary.
With a cloth that lied upon my workshop floor.
Then at a start my teeth were gnashing, due to a light that came a flashng
Just like a star, but only flattened, flattened like a plate that I had used before.
"Tis just a Star" I laughed "Just Ike the ones that i'd seen before"
Nothing fearful, that was all.

Its a bit silly I suppose but I was pretty fond of it. I have the start, and the end, but not the middle :)
Thanks for the help
Cheers
D
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
I got this on 02/01/09 and after that it looks like Q added the blockscript.
Alien Ufos

This is all I found.
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AlienHub is gone forever
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Yeah me too, I got through on one bit but it had ot been fully imaged for that one.
Thanks anyway. Maybe someone knows how to send Q an email. Dont know if he will be willing to help?
Thanks heaps anyway
Cheers
 

Georgek

George
A Sailor's Plea



Why is my life in turmoil O' great god of the sky?
Have I not trod thy humble path of life?
Watered thy crop of forgiveness
Hoisted my flag on the highest mast as I set sail
Through turbulent winds have I sailed
Timbered wounds soaked with salt
My brine of sorrow like watered tears,
Through jagged rocks my ship did flounder
Cutting the stern as she bled the oil, that thy hands have toiled.
Did every port not write her name, as she docked her load?
Her wondrous cargo has fed the poor that thy eyes have seen.
Let my ship with creaking timbers cast her sail to southern winds;
That ye may blow her home
No more rough waters to rock her bow
Lift the fog with a sweep of thy hand.....
To where both ship and man go home to die.


Did not they ship serve thee in time of need?
When her bow creaked and rats did flee?
As her stern I did bleed had stood by thee?
In rocky seas did she venture thee; unhindered by gales that be?
When other ships rained with good luck floral,
Thou endured pain along with all the corals
Many ports have embarked thee, through many lives thou has seen
The beginning of life and the end of death,
When two seas meet, they seldom greet.
Like the wheel of a ship, we lose our grip
The kindled spark that lights the flame
Is often hid within the pain
Did not thy lantern in the fog, guide thy ship through jagged rocks?
Hoist thy sail my friend of woes
Rest thy tired limbs and wing, like the seagull, and sky born eagle
I see a gull in my mind’s eye,
where ships and men sail home to die.
Where no more, will the wind beat on a tired sail
All ridden holed and almost pale
Rest thy timbers on the sand both boat and weary boson's hand,
So ye may never take afloat a vessel laden full of woes.




Poetry by George
 

Dundee

Fading day by day.
That touches the heart George,
Beautiful by any standard.
IMHO, we tent to get full of nostalgia and place so much..awe, importance? on old literature, its not that it is unfounded, but perhaps some of us fail to notice that which is in front of us today, in deference to supposed historic giants. Beautiful words George, please post more :)
 
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