My Life: Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln was born on the 12th February 1809 in Hodgenville, Kentucky, to parents Thomas and Nancy Lincoln.

In the years, 1834, 1836, 1838 and 1840 Lincoln won his seat, and served on the Illinois Legislature.  He was a member of the Whig party until 1856, when he became a Republican.

Lincoln became a lawyer in 1836, and in 1842 married Mary Todd.  The couple were blessed with four children.

In 1846, he ran for the United States House of Representatives and won his place.  He later ran for the U.S. Senate, even though he failed in his bid, he received some support for the Republican vice-presidential nomination in 1856.

In 1858, debates with Stephen Douglas for the Senatorial race, saw Douglas win and Lincoln gain national recognition.

William Seward was expected to be the Republican nominee, for the Presidential election.  Things don’t always go as planned.  For on the 6th November 1860, Abraham Lincoln the son of a carpenter and farmer had grabbed the peoples heart’s becoming the 16th President of the United States.

With Lincoln’s election, the Southern states feared Republican control in government.  Lincoln had no choice, but to put down the south, and save the Union.  He was forced to raise an army.

On the 1st January 1863, the “Emancipation Proclamation” came into effect, a declaration of freedom for slaves, within the Confederacy areas.

On the 19th November 1863, Lincoln stepped forward with his Gettysburg Address, dedicated to the soldiers who had lost their lives.

Lincoln passed the “Homestead Act,” which allowed poor people of the east, to acquire lands in the west.  He went on to create a national currency and a banking network.  He also signed a bill, offering protection for American Industry, creation of the transcontinental railroad; it was designed to prevent foreign intervention during the Civil War.

In 1864 Ulysses S Grant, became general of the armies, and Lincoln was re-elected as President.

General Lee Surrender

Surrender of General Robert E Lee

On the 9th April 1865, General Robert E Lee surrendered to Ulysses S Grant outside the White House.

Abraham Lincoln announced he would support an act, which would support voting rights for certain blacks.  This infuriated a racist and Southern sympathizer, the actor John Wilkes Booth, who hated what President Lincoln stood for.

On the 14th April 1865, Booth discovered Abraham Lincoln was to attend Ford’s Theatre in Washington with his wife.

Booth and his small band of conspirator’s had planned to murder Abraham Lincoln, Vice President Andrew Johnson, and Secretary of State William Seward.

Assassination-of-President Abraham Lincoln

Booth’s conspirator’s had failed in their objectives, but Booth had not accepted failure as an option.  On that night, Booth had slipped into the Presidential Box and shot the President, Abraham Lincoln in the back of the head, with his derringer.

John Wilkes Booth jumped from the presidential box breaking his leg in the fall, onto the stage, and quoted the state motto of Virginia: “Sic simper tyrannis” and yelled out, the south is avenged.  He hobbled out of the theatre, escaping on horseback into the night, and rode out into the Maryland countryside.

President Lincoln on his death-bed

Abraham Lincoln on his deathbed

The mortally wounded Lincoln was carried to a rooming house across the street, from the theatre.  Government officials along with his wife gathered round, and on the morning of the 15th April 1865, Abraham Lincoln died.

Andrew Johnson was sworn in as President on the 15th April 1865 at Kirkwood House.

The nation mourned the death of Lincoln, and wanted justice.

Booth Reward Poster

John Wilkes Booth became the most wanted man in the country.  Help he had expected from southern sympathizers never materialised.  He managed to cross the Potomac and reach Virginia, but was shunned by his southerners.

Lincoln’s body laid in state at the East Room of the White House, on the 19th April 1865.

Lincoln's Funeral Train

On the 21st April the body of Abraham Lincoln was taken to Springfield, Illinois.  On the 4th May he was buried in the Lincoln Tomb in Oak Ridge Cemetery.

John Wilkes Booth

John Wilkes Booth

The murder John Wilkes Booth, had barricaded himself in a Virginian barn, surrounded on all sides by troops, who wanted his blood.  On the 26th April 1865, he died from his wounds.

Booth’s conspirator’s were rounded up, and put on trial by a military tribunal.  Convicted participants David Herold, Lewis Paine, George Atzerodt and Mary Suratt were hanged.

Abraham Lincoln, America’s 16th President of the United States will be remembered, for the role he played in preserving the Union during the Civil War.

During his time in office, he pushed for the abolition of slavery in the United States… An act which would take many years to reach fruition.

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John F Kennedy

John F Kennedy

On the 29th May 1917, John F Kennedy was born in Brookline, Massachusetts, to parents Joseph and Rose Kennedy.

In August of 1943, as commander of Patrol Torpedo boat (PT-109), was awarded the Navy and Marine Corps medal for his act of heroism.  PT-109 was struck by a Japanese destroyer, and despite serious injuries to himself, led the survivors through perilous waters to safety.

Following the Second World War, became a Democratic Congressman and advanced in 1953 to the Senate.

On the 12th September 1953, John F Kennedy married Jacqueline Bouvier, and were blessed with two children; Caroline (1957) and John (1961).

In 1955, wrote the book, “Profiles in Courage,” which won him the Pulitzer Prize in History.

On the 2nd January 1960, he announced his intention to run for President…  John F Kennedy, became the youngest man, and the first Roman Catholic President of the United States.  At his inaugural address to fellow American’s on the 20th January 1961, he asked of all American’s:  “Ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.”

 The Cold War was in full swing, when Kennedy assumed the post, as President, and Cuba declared its allegiance to the Soviet Union.  It looked as though World War Three was inevitable.  To break tensions, JFK ordered the Bay of Pigs invasion.

October 1962, a tense period of the Cold War.  For thirteen long days, the United States and Soviet Union faced off against each other, with the might of their missiles.

War was averted, missiles were withdrawn, diplomacy talks between Kennedy and Khrushchev led to peace.  How close they had come…

The Cuban Missile Crisis, saw Kennedy and diplomacy at its finest, he had averterd war, but his master’s the Illuminati, were not happy with the outcome.

The Illuminati expected JFK to invade Cuba, but he chose the route of diplomacy… He left them with na alternative, but to dispose of him, and replace him with another.  One who would do right by the Illuminati.

President John F Kennedy was assassinated around 12-30pm on the 22nd November 1963, as his motorcade drove slowly through the streets of Dallas, with his wife; Jacqueline at his side.  Streets full of smiling, waving crowds, were shocked, as shots rang out; Kennedy had been struck twice, once to the neck, the other to his head.  President Kennedy was pronounced dead, upon arrival at Hospital.

Within hours Lee Harvey Oswald, known to have Communist sympathies, a known Illuminist who had been recruited through New World Order Channels, for his time spent in the Soviet Union and Mexico, was arrested for the President’s murder.

Vice-President Lyndon B Johnson was sworn in as the new President, some two hours after the assassination, on board “Air Force One.”

At a late-night press conference, Oswald denied killing Kennedy, claiming to be a patsy for the Illuminati.

Oswald, a former U.S. Marine, who had defected to the Soviet Union, returning to the United States with his Russian wife.  On the 24th November, Oswald was being moved to Dallas County Jail.  Anidst media and detectives, Jack Ruby shot Oswald in the stomach, claiming it as an impulse action to the President’s murder.

Unconsciously, the American people, felt Kennedy was their hero, he who would shield them from a dangerous world.  Their hero had been slain… and grief took hold.

“The greatest leader of our time had been struck down by the foulest deed of our time.”  By Lyndon B Johnson (US President – 27th November 1963.

 The actions taken by John F Kennedy, in his eyes, would see world peace.  That was a risk, one he was prepared to take, cross swords so to speak, with those who put him in power.

 The Cuban Missile Crisis, proved to be a big gain for U.S. diplomacy and the Kennedys, but a major blow to the Illuminati.

For the Illuminati, the Secret Society, this was a major loss to them.  A nuclear war, would see the creation of a single power.  Soviet Union eliminated by America, and a single economic power would remain; NATO.  Large parts of the world in ruins, and so steps in the Illuminati, who would re-design hardest hit countries, through banking and finance.  The world would be as one, a single Kennedy broke ranks with his masters, the illuminate who put him in a position of power.  He pursued peace, through talks with Khrushchev, in opposition to the will of Illuminati.  He believed peace in the world, was far more important than serving his satanic masters.  He prevented a nuclear war, and as a result paid for it with his life…

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Marquise de Brinvilliers Crime Wave

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Marquise de Brinvilliers

The Marquise de Brinvilliers, a high society lady from the upper crust stomping grounds of Marais, Paris, was to make headline news, as it had been revealed, she had murdered her father, brothers, and attempted murder of her husband, by using poison.

It is believed she acquired her knowledge of poisons, whilst working as a volunteer at the Hotel Dieu (Hospital).  She used her position to administer her own poisons, taking note of their effects upon the patients.  Hospitals were overflowing with patients, and no one would question the high death rate…

Her crime wave can be traced back to her father, the Marquis de Brinvilliers, who had married her off to a man she had no love for.  She loathed her husband, and had an affair… that seems to be a common choice among the aristocratic elements in France.

Godon de St.Croix, her lover was released from prison, and using his new found knowledge, the pair set about poisoning off her family members, one by one.

Her father the Marquis de Brinvilliers, was first on her list, and at her trial she is quoted as saying; he deserved it.

She next turned her attentions to her brother’s hoping to inherit their money.

Next on the list, her husband, a pre-arranged marriage was next to go, or so she thought.  For Godon de St.Croix her accomplice must have had a conscious for he warned her husband, giving him an antidote.  It is said he survived, with a badly damaged digestive tract.

Godon de St.Croix her accomplice died, believed to have been by natural causes, but no one can be sure.

She was to make a grave mistake, pushing for the return of a casket, which had been taken into police custody.  The contents of the casket were letters, recipes poisons and their effects, enough information to prove her guilt in these deaths.

Brinvilliers fled France to safety in England, but was apprehended by Police Lieutenant la Reynie of Paris, who was hot on her tail, and brought her back to face trial in Paris.

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Torture of Marquise de Brinvilliers

She was tortured at the Conciergerie where she admitted her crimes in great detail, and then taken to the Hotel de Ville for execution.

She being a noble lady by birth was first beheaded, and her body burned, as a heretic by law.

The execution attracted many.  According to the words of Marquise de Sevigne sent to her daughter.  “Brinvilliers is in the air.  Her poor little body was thrown after the execution into a very big fire, and the ashes to the winds, so that we shall breathe her, and through the communication of the subtle spirits, we shall develop some poisoning urge which will astonish all.”

What a prophetic statement it was.  In 1680, four years after the Brinvilliers crime wave, it came to light other noble women were dispatching their unwanted husband’s to a higher realm.  The poisons they purchased were known as “poudres de succession.”

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Rules

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As Charmaine grew
doing as she pleased,
calm in the belief
that’s as it should be.

She did not comprehend
how others could decide,
how it was proper
for her to behave.

She lived in her world
behind her shadowed face,
for no one had ever
entered, her secret world.

No amount of force
could part those doors,
her hound-dog eyes
a testimony to her thoughts.

Templar Treasure

Treasure

Templar treasure, sought by many
ships, left in the dead of night,
destination, known only to a few
a secret, never to be shared.

They slipped out of port
ships, laden down with gold
a treasure, that would be talked about
a treasure, a secret place, never told.

Hundreds of years pass by
Templar Treasure… Where is it?
asked by many, but no one knows
has the secret, been taken to the grave!

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A New Home

Planting Flag

The golden coloured surface
of Cirinius glowed in space,
mountains and rocks, dotted
across the snow covered surface.

A new home in the making
was within our grasp,
ten years in the planning
six months in space.

Planet Earth, now overcrowded
with need for space and food,
to house our population
before we go to war; for food.

Planting of the flag
and claiming the planet,
in Earth’s name
will always be remembered.

For the first humans
to step foot on this planet,
had but one simple task
to survive! to survive!

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Holy Land Pilgrims

Pilgrims

Jerusalem; God’s holy city
where Jesus of Nazareth
was crucified upon the cross.

Pilgrims undertook pilgrimages
across dangerous lands
to pay tribute, to their saviour.

Thousands ventured forth
thousands, died on route
and buried, in the Holy Land.

Will anyone remember the fallen
lost in the sands of the east
lost… but never forgotten.

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The 400 year old Fabrini Mystery

Space Ships 17

Fear took hold of Dargon’s mind as a laser was thrust hard into the back of his neck.

“It wouldn’t be in your best interests to kill me friend.”

“No, but if you give me no choice, I will,” replied the dark looking stranger.

“You know I am the only one who can pilot this ship!”

“I am well aware of the dedicated thought control technology used by this space-liner.”

“There’s nothing to be gained by hi-jacking this craft, we are only a humble space-liner.”

“By no means are your passengers humble, for I am well aware of your sensitive cargo, and destination.  It would be better for all concerned if they did not reach the peace talks on Rosario.  So we will be going to an alternative destination, until the peace talks are over.”

“You won’t get away with hi-jacking this ship, sensors will detect you, as the ship is scanned prior to take off.”

“Don’t worry about that, they won’t detect me, and my men, it has all been taken care of.  You just keep quiet, and don’t try any tricks, and you just might live to fight another day.”

A laser was smashed against the side of Dargon’s head, drawing blood, as he tried to activate the ship’s warning sensors, indicating there was trouble aboard.

“That’s just a gentle warning, next time I won’t be so gentle.”

Fear ran through every bone in Dargon’s body, fear of being shot.  He knew, that for the moment, he would have to bide his time.  Maybe, just maybe, the attempt of galactic seizure, might backfire, giving Dargon his chance to overpower his assailant.

The man was smiling.  “Quite impressive,” he said in a favourable voice.  “Your reputation goes before you; formerly a privateer, and navigator, made your name during the Intergalactic Wars, as one of ten, awarded the prestigious sapphire encrusted bar, for your part in the Pelican Battle, one which has gone down in history.”

“Your exploits across the galaxy have made you a legend, some say you are a hero of your time, while other’s still refer to you as a privateer.   On one attack, your fleet of twelve battle hardened cruisers, slipped through a wormhole, capturing three star-cruisers, destroying twelve battle ships, and capturing over 20,000 warriors,”

“Just rumours, and rumours have a tendency to be exaggerated, from one to another.”

“Maybe so!”

“I don’t even know your name, what do I call you?”

“You can refer to me by the name Bandrill.”

There was a moment’s silence as the significance of the name sunk in.  Dargon was convinced he had heard this name when he was a young boy, growing up on the mining colonies.  “Are…you an android?”

“I am an existential life form of a thirty-two year old male, strong and physically fit, and currently using industrial flesh to pose in this primitive state.”

“An explanation was not necessary,” replied Dargon.

“There be ten high ranking officials aboard this ship, from the Earth’s Alliance?”

“That is correct, with their personal advisers, due to attend the peace conference.”

“They were but now this ship and all on board are my prisoners,” said Bandrill, in a harsh and sadistic manner.  “ I am only interested in making sure they don’t reach the peace conference.”

“You will never get away with it, they will find us.  You can’t possibly hide a ship of this size!”

Bandrill smiled harshly for a moment.  “They will never find you, only I and my men will know your whereabouts.  Now enter these co-ordinates into the ship’s Automatic Navigational Systems,” thrusting the details into his hands.

The ship’s speed throttled down, after crossing the galaxy for three hours at Warp 5, crossing from the alpha to the omega system.

“We have reached our destination, so prepare for landing…I will guide the way,” stated Bandrill.

Dargon gazed out into the emptiness of space.  “But there are no planets out here.”

“It is not as empty as you think…bring us close into that star,” as Bandrill indicated, some three thousand kilometres off their port side.

Strangely enough, the star was an unpopulated chunk of ice, according to the ship’s sensors.

A buzzing sound, activated on the console, they had activated a security defence screen.  A few hundred metres in front of them, three Centurion space-crafts de-cloaked.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” stated Dargon.

Bandrill smirked.

“Enter your access code.  You have three minutes to comply, or be blown apart!”

“I was expecting this…a planetary defence system set up for our guests,” Bandrill spoke out loud, as he entered the code into the ship’s communication system…almost immediately access was granted, and the Centurion space-crafts re-cloaked, and landing lights lit up, directing their path.

“The star shielded a cloaked planet, that’s a first,” stated Dargon.

Dargon stood beside the hatch in the frigid morning air, wearing an insulated suit, which seemed useless against the harsh, sub’ degree weather of this planet.

As he studied their surroundings, two of his crew attempted to move away from the ship, when they were gunned down by laser blasts, from automated gun-posts some ten paces out from the ship.

Dargon cringed with fear, he couldn’t believe what had just happened.  “We are trapped good and proper,” he said lightly to himself, not wanting to alarm his passengers.

His eyes fell upon mounds in the ground, just a short distance from the nose of the ship.  Hurling a rock at one of these mounds, a nanosecond later, the ground erupted with an ear shattering explosion.  “Mines!  Mines!”

Will Bandrill keep his promise, and return, or have we been left to die on this planet?  We can only last a few months at best, for he has taken the ship’s Dilithium Matrix Power Converter, and Communications Array, without them we are doomed.

The winds were picking up, odd-shaped flurries began to fall.  A blizzard was heading their way.  The air was different, a damp deadening cold.  Forcing Dargon and his fellow prisoners to button down the hatches and wait out for Bandrill’s return.

Rumours spread across the galaxy, that the Rebel Alliance Battle Fleet was amassing on the neutral zone border, close to the dormant planet of Acturial.

In the space of eight days, fifty plus Battle Cruisers, ten Star-Ships had exited the warp gate.  They were waiting…

The much awaited news reached the Rebel Alliance, Bandrill and his men, were instrumental in the capture of the peace envoy…

This one single action, persuaded men and women from all walks of life to fight for what they belied in.

Bandrill was very tall, in appearance, and most terrifying.

The forces of the Rebel Alliance had won a victory.  Their cause was just, they would rather die than be slaves to the Earth’s Alliance.  They outranked Earth’s Alliance by twenty-five to one, but their opposition were skilled combat fighters.

At first glance, it didn’t look good for Earth’s Alliance.  With orbital fortresses and ion-gun emplacements, floating along the neutral-zone border, their numbers were no match against the Rebel Fleet.  But they had an ace up their sleeves.  What appeared to be a dormant planet, within sight of the border, was in fact a planetary defence screen that would vaporize any invading ship or missile.

By the end of the first battle, 70,000 troops had been slaughtered, thirty Battle Cruisers, and ninety short-range combat fighters destroyed.

 

Regor is the name, captain of the Eagle scout ship, working with my partner of eight years; Merton.   Our existence came about by the need for law and order in the galaxies, leading to the formation of the Inter-Galactic Federation, responsible for galaxy wide security.

Our current assignment would take us clean across to the other side of the galaxy.

Adrenaline pumps its way through my heart, as I prepare to launch my ship into the darkness of a worm hole, opening up before me.  I have done it so many times, but still my body fears each trip.  Could it be sheer terror?

My body tingles from head to foot, vision is impaired, and colours blurred, as my body races through time.  Crossing many galaxies, many timelines in a matter of minutes.

According to our history records, this worm hole is believed to be, as old as time itself.

At the far end, the worm hole opens into another dimension of space; a sun circled by a red atmosphere and a group of eight planets come into view as the ship is spewed out at high speed.  Seven appear to be lifeless, covered in a deep coating of ice; the remaining one indicates a living planet, standing apart from the others.

The single planet, is encircled within an asteroid field, even though most of the asteroids are barely more than the size of one’s fist, still large enough to do serious damage to one’s ship.

Curiosity got the better of Merton, as he fires a probe into the planets atmosphere.  “We want answers don’t we,” looking in the direction of his partner Regor, but he does not hear, for he is dozing away, unaware of the mystery unfolding before them.

The onboard collision alarm rings out through the flyer, as Regor is brought harshly to his senses.

Scrambling to the controls, just in time to see the flyer being drawn steadily closer and closer into the asteroid field…and danger.

“Hit the reverse thrusters,” he shouted.  “We are being dragged into that asteroid field,” gazing out of the flyer’s forward window.

Once out of range, Regor gazes at his partner, waiting for an explanation.  “So where are we, and what gives?” he blurts out in an authoritarian voice.”

“We have reached our destination, but the onboard  mapping system is wrong, for there are eight planets in this sector of space, not seven.”

“So a new planet has evolved, just mark it up, and let’s move on.”

“Not so quick my friend, this new planet is encircled by an asteroid field; and I have sent a probe into its atmosphere,”  Merton stated.  “The probes data, informs us the planet is capable of sustaining life…and that’s part of our brief, to find new habitable planets.”

“Are there any signs of life down there?”

“None, but our sensors and data probe, have detected a space craft on the surface.”

Regor’s eyes lit up at the mention of a space craft on the surface.

“We had better check this planet out, now we have discovered it.  The neutral zone border is only an hour away at warp 2.0, and many battles have been fought and lost there.  Centuries have come and gone.  This part of space holds many memories of a colourful and bloody history.  There’s even unsubstantial rumours that the rebels once had a base along the neutral zone,” quoted Regor.  Giving his young partner a history lesson of events that once affected this quadrant of space.

Regor, followed by Merton clambered down into the two man shuttle; she was sleek and black, like a long rocket, with finely sculptured fins and wings, accessed from the rear of their ship. Merton closed the shuttle’s hatch whilst Regor activated the bay’s decompression chamber, then dimmed the lights, as the doors slowly hinged open.

Mechanical supports lowered the shuttle, some two metres clear of the doors, the engines were activated, and the clamps securing the shuttle disengaged, releasing the shuttle into space.

The sight that greeted them was a planet surrounded by an asteroid field, and a sea of yellow and green gasses.  For a split second in time, Regor turned and looked at his partner, then activated the thrust controls, hurtling them into space, on a direct path towards the asteroid field and the planet beyond.

Thoughts wandered through their minds, at what might lay down there…a mystery centuries old awaited them!

Regor did not start to get nervous until Merton’s face turned a sickly greenish colour, upon approach to the dreaded asteroid field.  The look upon his face was enough to freeze one’s blood.

“Could we not give this planet a miss,” suggested Merton, through his chattering teeth.  “Today is not a good day to die.”

“If you hadn’t sent a probe, we wouldn’t even be attempting it,” replied Regor, ignoring the suggestion, and accelerated as they entered the asteroid field, surrounding the planet.  By now, Merton was gripping onto the seat tightly, as his knuckles turned white.

Merton glanced out the port window, only to see cluster’s of asteroids, skim past with only metres between them and the shuttlecraft, whilst the collision alarm was blaring away in the background.

The shuttle began to veer rapidly as it evaded a thick population of asteroids.  Rolling from one side to another, they flew up and over one, then buzzed below another, flew within a metre of one to the left.  The shuttle was flying, rolling, and swerving at such unbelievable high speeds; that one mistake, and they would be sent reeling, into the path of an incoming asteroid.

“We are through, we are through,” shouted Regor.  “The planet is just ahead of us now.”

“We live to fight another day!” Quoted a relieved Merton.

Merton scanned the planets surface, and indicated a suitable landing area some 2,000 metres to the north, of their current position, as a suitable landing area.

“Okay!  Okay!  I see it,” replied Regor tense as always when preparing to land.  They dropped down over the tree line, and with a mighty thud hit the ground, and bounced along the surface a further 3,000 metres or so, before coming to an abrupt halt, as the shuttle vibrated, and they plunged deep into the undergrowth at the far end of the clearing.

“That sure was a rough landing,” commented Merton, whilst holding on tightly to his seat.

There was no reply, Regor’s facial fur turned a deep shade of red, a sign of anger.

Merton just sat in his seat, glad to be down in one piece.  His heavily furred face, turned deep pink, as he blushed for a few moments.

They were greeted by a wondrous sea of yellow and green sky, and a never ending forest, with an array of coloured flowers, as they exited the shuttle.

It was Merton, first out with his scanner who detected something.  “Regor, over here,” he indicated.  “Looks like the remains of an ingrained channel, could be the result of landing a spacecraft. It is in the right area according to our probe.”

Regor looks down at the old tracks gouged into the ground…smiles to himself, but says nothing.  Without a second thought, both officer’s started hacking their way through the semi-undergrowth as they follow the tracks, heading ever closer to their target; the space-craft.

“Merton! Merton!” Regor shouts out in distress.  “My head is swimming, and I am having difficulty breathing. What is wrong with me?” as he stumbles to the ground?

Merton rushes over to Regor.  “Slow down, and take some shallow breaths, the planet’s got a rich oxygen atmosphere.”

According to the computer, they had landed in the planets winter time zone, and the temperature for this time of day, was well below zero; the wind chill factor was biting through their space-suits, they had to reach their intended target, before they froze.

They finally emerged from the undergrowth, in a little under two hours, to see the space-craft standing before them.

“So why was she here?” asked Regor.  “She looks in structurally good condition.  She was not war-bird, but an ancient space-liner.”

A scattering of old bones, and weapons were detected by Merton, some fifteen metres to the north of the spacecraft.

Walking around the perimeter, a number of ancient gun emplacements, were found in the vegetation.

“Was it a battle?” asked Merton.

Regor, couldn’t think, his body was cold, frost-bite was getting to him.  “The simple question we have to ask ourselves, was it in protection of the space-craft, or its occupants?”

The ghostly ship appeared to be of an ancient design, some 400 metres in length, 35 metres wide, with at least four levels visible as they walked around it.  The lower level windows were obscured by branches, leaves, and mud; the result of gouging a path through the forest as it landed.

“I wonder what mysteries await us within?” asked Merton.  “More likely a ship full of ghosts!”

“Do you believe in ghosts? Asked Regor.

“I sure do,” replied Merton.

“Then let’s go and meet them, and get out of this cold,” replied a cautious Regor.

Snow, ice, and earth had built up forming a small mound around the ships access door.

Using their lasers they blasted away the earth and ice, and with sheer brute force, the door yielded to them, revealing majestic  styled corridors covered with years of cobwebs.

Merton and Regor found the Captain’s cabin, located off the flight deck.  They forced the sliding door open.  The sight that beheld them was a young woman sitting opposite the captain, who sat at his desk, clutching a pen in one hand.  Sadly, what he had been writing had faded away with time.  What memories they had, died with them in their frozen tomb.

Found on an adjoining table, in a metal box, was the space-crafts logbook, covered in a thick layer of dust.  Regor picked it up, and brushed away the surface dust, with the back of his hand.  The Space-Liner Fabrini commissioned into service 2945.  “That’s over four hundred years ago,” blurted out Regor.

“So where’s the crew,” Merton blurted out.

“Some of the bones outside are more likely to be members of the crew,” suggested Regor.

They and went from cabin to cabin, desperately searching for answers.  The Fabrini must have been one of the most luxurious space-liners of her time, the main lounge had been decorated like a palace.  The staterooms were sumptuously furnished.  Only twenty out of the seventy, appear to have been used; for these contained corpses still dressed in fine clothing.

“What we appear to have here, is a ship containing high ranking officials, based on their fine clothing.  Could they be delegates on a special mission?” suggested Regor, airing an idea.

Merton, shrugged his shoulders.  “One things for certain, they didn’t die a violent death.  They must have died from starvation, and cold.”

“The answer’s as to why they be on this planet in the first place, are more likely to be found within the pages of this logbook,” Regor stated, waving it in his hand.

Merton glanced at the logbook, “it should make for interesting reading.”

“These people must have died hundreds of years ago, and the passing world has forgotten them, for I can not remember anything in our history books relating to the Fabrini and her disappearance,” Regor quoted.  “A great tragedy had beheld these passengers.  Somebody must have mourned the passing of those who died here?”

A loud cracking sound broke the silence, spreading  through the length of the ship; compartment by compartment, bulkhead by bulkhead, then she started sinking very slightly towards her aft end.  At that moment fear ran through their bodies, of being trapped onboard, as the elements destroyed her.

“We had better get out of here fast,” shouted Regor.

“You don’t have to say it twice, I am right behind you,” replied Merton following in his partners footsteps.

Once out of this old space-ship, they were horrified to see that the ground was opening up, and she was slipping deeper and deeper into the ground, as it must have been doing these past four hundred years or more.

“Had our intervention, been the reason she was being swallowed up by the planet?” asked Merton.

“Anything’s possible, movement – disturbance.  The planet doesn’t want to share its secrets,” suggested Regor.

Returning to their shuttlecraft was made more exhausting, as a bitter wind of sub zero temperature had blown up, and  their feet sank deeper into the ship’s original landing tracks.

Some three hours later an exhausted Regor and Merton were back on board the Eagle Scout Ship, reminiscing of the past events on the planet and how easily they could have been buried alive down there, as they warmed themselves up with Tarludian Cognac.

“This is the Eagle Scout Ship, calling Central Command,” Regor spoke with firmness in his voice.  “This is the Eagle Scout Ship, come in please.”

“The time lag between sending the call and receiving an answer, was as much as three minutes, caused by the distance.  Their message was relayed by beacons, spread across space.”

“We read you loud and clear,” replied the Central Command controller.

“We have discovered a planet protected by an asteroid field, and went down to investigate,” stated Regor.  “The planet appears to be uninhabited, but sitting there large as life is an ancient Galaxy Class Space Liner, called Fabrini.”

There was silence from the other end, just static.  Regor thought the connection had been broken, just as quick as it disappeared, it burst into life once again.  “You did say the Fabrini, did you not?”

“That is correct.  She is over four hundred years old, according to the log book, I have before me.  She’s a real piece of history, and classy.”  Regor stated.  “We found twenty staterooms, with corpses all dressed in fine clothing.”

The line returned to static as they waited, the minutes passed by, turning into hours, then the line burst into life once again.

Well officer’s it seems you have stumbled upon a mystery, a forgotten one, surrounding the American built Galaxy Class Space-Liner Fabrini of 2945 out of New York, who disappeared without trace, some four hundred years ago.

According to our history files, it was March 2950, when the Fabrini was on route to peace talks, with the peace envoy, when she was hijacked by a mercenary group under the leadership of Bandrill, and that was the last anyone heard of them.

Bandrill openly acknowledged they were his prisoners, and demanded five million gold bars in return for their whereabouts.

We would never negotiate back then, as we wouldn’t now with terrorists…so the money was never paid, and the secret of their whereabouts died with Bandrill and his men.

Time has passed by, the Fabrini, has all but been forgotten.

This relic of the past, lies in frigid isolation.  The planet has been listed off limits to all craft, her co-ordinates have been omitted on all databases, it has become a memorial to those who died on board the Fabrini.

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Origins of Poetry

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The Ancient Greek timeline of poetry lasted from the 7th to 4th century BC, and are believed to be the first civilisation to commit their poems to the written word.  They went on to produce most of the classic forms of literature, drama and poetry, and their great poets handed down their observations to the next and next generations.

Hesiod the 7th century Greek poet who wrote of a farmer’s life and Theogony, a genealogy of the God’s.

Pindar a 5th – 6th century lyric poet credited with writing ode’s to their victorious athlete’s.

Sappho a 7th century poet and she wrote of passionate love songs in a lyrical form.

The Ancient Greek’s period of culture ended when they were conquered firstly by Alexander the Great between (356-323 BC) and then again by the might of Rome in (250-150 BC).

The Romans went on to develop their own style of literary and poetic works, using the Greek form as their base.  From these humble beginnings the creation of a modern style of literature so began.

During the 11th – 13th centuries, the mighty Popes of the Holy Roman Empire and the Middle Ages banned creative and artistic expression.

People wanted to express themselves, and so in the mid 11th century a group of troubadour musicians in Southern France sang and wrote lyrics.  They were much influenced by the ways and lifestyle of the Arabic civilisation and Omar Khayyam and Rumi, having been inspired by Latin and Greek poets, and not of this land.  With an understanding, the musicians and poets went forth and created a refreshingly new style by the 13th century.

Early troubadours started life as singing poets, but the true masters included the likes of Bertrand de Born, Arnaud Daniel, and Marie de France, and their style of works influenced the likes of Geoffrey Chaucer and Dante Alighieri.  It was not uncommon to see the delivery of news, and performance styled sketches in a lyrical manner.

This has been referred to as the Provencal Movement of the 13th century and by the mid 14th century; most troubadours had fled to Italy and Spain to join the Sicilian School of poets.

For Frederick II let it be known he required poets to write about courtly love, and so it was between 1230 and 1266 many canzone’s (An Italian lyrical form of varying lengths, intended to be set to music, mainly based on romantic themes) were written.

A group of Sicilian poets in the court of Frederick II, were able to turn verses of love into a spiritual heartbeat, a style that would show its face during the Elizabethan and Shakespearean times.

With the 12th century, Sicily integrated the languages and cultural influences of Arabic, Greek and Latin, creating the perfect form for their lyrical poetry.

It all started with Cielo of Alcamo, a court poet, who created a form of lyrical poetry.  From these early beginnings, the court poets used lyrical poetry and the canzone style which became the standard verse of the day.  Yet like all new styles, someone was waiting in the wings to change it, and in this case it was Giacomo de Lentini, who re-invented it into a sonnet.

Giacomo de Lentini, proved himself to be more than that of a poet, for it was he who went on to create a new language: Italian.

With the help of Sicilian poets, they abolished repetitive and what has become known as interchangeable lines.  They also believed poetry was for reading, not as an accompaniment to music and created a 14 – line sonnet structure, which is still used by many poets to this day.

The works and styles of Sicilian poets came to the attention of Dante as the 14th century loomed, who spread them through Florence, and the literary heartlands.

As the Renaissance period burst into existence, shining its light upon a new era in time.  Scholars from many European countries keenly watched with interest, as a cultural awakening was taking place across Europe.

As the Italian Renaissance waned, its greatest poetic export was that of ballad and sonnet, which found their way to England with the assistance of Thomas Wyatt.

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Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593) was responsible for the creation of the unrhymed verse, as used by him for his plays.  He died early, and so William Shakespeare fashioned the style of the blank verse in a form which would meet the requirements of his plays.

Sonnets swept through England during the latter part of the 16th and early 17th century, through the writings of Edmund Spenser, Philip Sydney and William Shakespeare, each adding their own individual touches.

Poets of the Elizabethan era had more freedom in their writings, and so the human side became the new genre in writing.  One could say that the Elizabethan times, showed a slight resemblance to the early works of Ancient Greek.

John Milton

John Milton

The Greatest Renaissance poet would have to be John Milton (1608-1674) who wrote Paradise Lost, which was published in 1667.  An interesting fact though, by 1652 he was blind and worked as a Latin Secretary to one Oliver Cromwell, assisted by Andrew Marvel (1621-1678) a Metaphysical Poet.

Nearly a century later, a new breed arose, the Metaphysical Poets who wrote of nature, philosophy and love, starting with John Dryden.  They were known as men of learning, and they wanted to show off their abilities to one and all.

Metaphysical Poetry concluded when William Blake bridged the gap between it, and that of romantic poetry.  Poets were known to look beyond the obvious, a style which would influence the American Transcendentalism, like those of Samuel Cowley, Andrew Marvell and Katherine Philips.

England’s time had arrived with the dawning of the Romantic Poets era, a period which lasted between (1790-1824), yet went on to produce many works written by the masters which we still read to this day.

These poets included the likes of:

William Blake

William Blake

William Blake (1757-1827) An English painter and poet, who enhanced his work with illustrations as can be seen in his works “Songs of Innocence.”

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) An English poet, whose heart showed much support for the French Revolution, which shows through his works, and a love for the English countryside.

Lord Byron (1788-1824) A romantic poet, who supported Italian Independence and the Greek revolt against Turkey.  Often remembered for his sexual scandals, which saw the English society turn their backs on him.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) Writer of romantic poems, and remembered for; “Rime of the Ancient Mariner.”

Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley (1792-1822) Writer who got himself expelled from Oxford University for co-writing “The Necessity of Atheism.”  Yet he went on to write “Ode to a skylark,” and other poems which reflected his idealism and radical thoughts on politics.

John Keats (1795-1821) Another of the English poets who wrote “Ode to a Nightingale,” and “Ode to a Grecian Urn.”

They wrote together, travelled together and lived together.

They made nature a more important part of their works, with more expression and passion, as to challenge the minds and imaginations of their readers … in so doing they planted a seed, which would flourish into a relationship.

Another poet who would be remembered for his works would be Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) for “The Lotus Eaters.”

A new era replaced the Romantic Movement in 1836; the American Transcendentalists, for they believed in expression of their thoughts through the written word.

They changed people’s ideas on poetry, and studied utopian values, spiritual exploration, and into the artistic side.  Their ideals brought authors, poets and social leaders to their door, and so they grew.

The 19th century saw the American; Gerald Manley Hopkins (1844-1889), put forward natural speech and Walt Whitman (1819-1892) create the free-verse style of poetry.

French poet; Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) put forward the idea that poetry should contain an air of vagueness and music within poems.

The first Surrealist Movement manifesto was drawn up by Andre Breton the French poet in 1924, asking poets to explore the world of dreams, sub consciousness and hallucinations in their works.

American poet Ezra Pound (1885-1972) promoted the works of W.B.Yeats (1865-1939) and T.S.Elliot (1888-1965).

In 1948, with the Second World War over, we saw the emergence of what became known as the Beat Movement.  The style was based on characters and interests, who desired to live life, as they wished to.

It was the beginning of the narrative free verse written by Allen Ginsberg, it was all about free expression.  In 1956 he published a collection of works entitled “Howl.”  So it was that these beat poets as they had been referred to, created a new appreciation in the love of poetry.

As the interest grew, more beat poets surfaced, like; Joanne Kyger, Herbert Huncke, LeRoi Jones, to move the art of poetry further forward.

The history of poetry has had a long and mixed relationship with the reader as the styles have changed.  For in the early days, the definition of poetic writings focused on nature, love, drama and song and later concentrated on repetition and rhyme and how it would read and sound.

Poetry has been used to expand the literal meaning of words, to evoke an emotional feeling or a sensual response…

Poetry has often been referred to, as a way a poet, can create poems as a need to escape the logical side of life.

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Under Attack…

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Run for your lives
and take cover,
machines are attacking
from all directions.

My toaster came at me
firing toast at me,
as I fought it off
tossing it out, the window.

What will attack us next
as the rules are changed,
we the inventors, are its prey
we now fear, our own creations.