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Probing Voices-promote yourself

 (something known enhanced/re-freshened by something new, gifted from a new-found friend and brother)

I Am The Shadow – Promote Yourself

I am the shadow,
I exist in a world of light,
Blending into the darkness of night.
My face you cannot see,
My expressions, sometimes misleading.
If you hear a whisper in the wind,
It may be me.
I am the shadow,
I exist in a world of sounds, good and bad.
Of laughter,
You think that I feel nothing,
No love,
No hate,
No anger,
No fear,
No pain.
But you are wrong.
You think that I do not cry,
But I weep silently.
You cannot see the tears that slide down my cheeks,
But they are there.
I am the shadow, you cannot touch,
Always within sight but never within reach.
I am the shadow, afraid to trust the light for it distorts me.
Please forgive me if I trick you,
I cannot control it.
I long to live in the light,
To be held and loved,
But I am only a silent shadow,
Watching but unable to take part in it all,
What others do, I can only dream of.
So I lurk in corners,
Always waiting for the night to come,
Always dying but never dead.
I am the shadow, I have no friends,
Even in a crowd, I’m all alone.
Existing in somber shades of gray,
A lonely shadow,
I’m doomed to stay.
By Joyce Savage, 1990.


Who was D.B. Cooper, it’s a name you may not know,
On his death bed he admitted a crime committed many years ago,
The crime was most unusual, being the first of its kind,
If you consider the facts an unusual story you will find.
A Boeing 727 was flying from Portland to Seattle in 1971,
On board were thirty six passengers and crew,
A passenger told the stewardness that a high jacking was taking place,
That she must listen carefully whilst he told her what to do.
He opened his case to reveal cylinders joined by wires,
That he had a bomb was very plain to see,
The stewardess was told to inform the pilot of the fact,
And that their co-operation would guarantee their safety.
The pilot was told to land as normal in Seattle ,
The passenger were set free as soon as the plane landed,
The crew however were not aloud to leave the plane,
It was then that a ransom was demanded.
The hijacker asked 200,000 dollars and a parachute,
Which the authorities decided was a small price to pay,
In return a promise was given that the plane and crew would be safe,
So the ransom was paid, and the plane took off without delay.
The first orders were to fly the plane to Mexico ,
But soon after take off the orders were changed,
The pilot was ordered to reduce height and speed and to open the rear door,
The hijacker jumped when everything had been arranged.
The police knew the area where he must have landed,
It was an area which contained a lot of marshy ground,
They thought that he might have been killed on landing,
But in spite of a widespread search he was never found.
His thin clothing and the atrocious weather conditions,
Made it very unlikely that he could survive,
But after months of searching without finding his body,
The police had to assume that he was still alive.
The numbers on the ransom money had been recorded,
It was hoped that when it was spent it would provide a clue,
But none of it was ever found in circulation,
After a few years the police decided they had other things to do.
In 1977 D.B Cooper married, but used a different name,
His wife had no idea of the crime he had committed,
They lived a peaceful normal happy life together,
It was only on his deathbed that his guilt was admitted.
His wife was surprised and told the police of his admission,
They must have been happy that the truth at last was known,
They could not understand why the money had not been spent,
So the reason for the crime is still unknown.
 Ron Martin
Thirty years after the hi jacking a young boy playing in the area where the hijacker landed found a bundle of 50-dollar notes, which had been part of the ransom money.
It is possible that the rest of the money was lost in the marshy ground, which would explain why none of it was spent.

PARIS SHOOTING – Promote Yourself


Refuse a Full Circle- Promote Yourself


Refuse a full circle
Spiral going viral
Moving on
Slinking and sliding
Or sidling along
Or inferencing
Drawn arcs
And settled new points
To start off again
In spiralling form
And still tired
But tested
And tried
So inspiral faith
Keep going

Cheryl Bhagwandin

CITY DEATH- Promote Yourself



Murdered by concrete

and polluted air,

Witness to city’s growth.

Yielding shade to sultry summers,

Forming crystalline sculptures in winter,

Morning droned with saws

A barren stump your marker

Death your reward.

Walt Trizna

Revealed: the only known poem by an adult Winston Churchill – 1874-1965


Winston Churchill in the uniform of the Fourth Queen’s Own Hussars and part of the poem entitled ‘Our Modern Watchwords’ 


The search lights twinkle on the sea

The silence of a mighty fleet

Portends the tumult yet to be.

The tables of the evening meal

Are spread amid the great machines

And thus with pride the question runs

Among the sailors and marines

Breathes there the man who fears to die

For England, Home, & Wai-hai-wai.

The poem makes reference to cities under the rule of the British Empire including Wai-hai-wai – Weihai in China – Sokoto in Nigeria and Karochaw in Japan.

It was acquired several years ago by Roy Davids, a retired rare manuscript dealer from Great Haseley in Oxfordshire.

Mr Davids, 70, said: “This is the only poem in Churchill’s handwriting as an adult. There is one at Harrow School but that was one he wrote as a boy and it was for a competition.

“The archive at the Churchill College at Cambridge University has never heard of another poem and that is a pretty certain statement.

“I don’t think it’s a bad effort. It is quite competent. It is quite rousing stuff and is an imperial celebratory poem that references cities that stretch the British Empire.

“It is interesting that more than 50 years after the death of the most famous Englishman of the 20th century, we are still discovering new aspects of his life.”

At the time of writing the poem, Churchill was serving as an army war correspondent – a position he chose in order to see the most possible battle. He served in countries including India, Cuba, Egypt and Sudan and wrote dispatches for the Daily Telegraph and the Morning Post.

The poem was produced before Churchill served in the Second Boer War, where he took part in the relief of the Siege of Ladysmith.

Allen Packwood, the director of the Churchill Archive Centre at Churchill College, Cambridge, said: “Of course he was a great writer and orator and he used poetry in some of his famous speeches.

“He was someone who was greatly influenced by poetry and was able to memorise and recite large parts of other people’s poetry.

“But it is rare to find a piece of poetry by him as an adult. I am not aware of any others that exist.

“Having read it, it seems to me that it was part-influenced by Kipling and Tennyson and the sort of poems he would have read at school. “

A spokesman for auctioneers Bonhams said: “We don’t of course usually think of Winston Churchill as a poet but perhaps we should not be surprised to find that he wrote verse.

“He was a man of many parts who, over the course of a long life, threw himself enthusiastically into a whole range of activities beyond his main calling as a politician and statesman.

“The work certainly provides a fascinating extra insight into the life of one of the country’s greatest figures.”

The poem has been given a conservative estimate of £15,000. It will be sold at auction on April 10.

The only known poem by an adult Winston Churchill, written as a young cavalry officer and describing marines on the eve of a naval battle, has come to light.

The wartime leader was an unrivalled speechwriter, prolific author and winner of the Nobel Prize for literature, but despite being a lover of poetry, he was only known to have written one poem, as a schoolboy at Harrow.

Now a 10-verse poem penned over two pages in blue crayon by Churchill while he was serving in the army has emerged for sale at auction in London.

The poem is a rousing celebration of the British Empire and of going to war to defend her, and describes anxious sailors and marines ahead of a battle. It is said to have been influenced by Kipling and Tennyson.

It is signed by Churchill and was written over two sides on the headed notepaper of his cavalry regiment, the 4th Hussars, in about 1898. He would have been 24 years old.

Two of the 10 stanza of the work, titled ‘Our Modern Watchwords’, read:


There was once two girls on the way to school,
They thought there was a possibility that they might be late,
One decided to stop and pray that she would get there on time,
The other prayed as she ran all the way to the gate.
There are many who believe in the power of prayer,
Others know that God will not do what we ourselves could achieve,
Working in close co-operation with God can be effective,
But this is a power which is only given to these who believe.
Prayer is two way communication with God,
In which we tell God what we require,
At the same time God will speak to us,
To tell us what we must do to get what we desire.
It really is important that we are prepared to play our part,
Otherwise the communication with God is one sided,
We should not expect God to do the things we ask,
Unless we are willing to follow the path which he has decided.
Which of the two little girls are you like?
The one who stops and kneels down to pray,
Or the one who gets on with the rest of your life,
Whilst praying that God will help you on the way.
Ron Martin

Two Petals – Time Will Tell – Promote Yourself


Threshold Of Prayer-Promote yourself



Gasping for Air – Promote Yourself

Time Will Tell – Promote Yourself

JUNKYARD – Promote Yourself


Lying amongst mud and decay

Spent heaps discarded,

Side by side the mean and misused

Elegant and cherished share the same epitaph,

Pampered and treasured rot alike

In the end measure equal,

Parts torn and corrupted,

Scavengers pick clean

That others survive.

Walt Trizna

Published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1976.  The title of the anthology was, and still is, Reflections of the Inward Silence.

“Vex Me”: – promote Yourself






The Mandarin is covered

in little orange globes

and in among the greenery

a tamarillo glows


the loquat is still budding

feijoas lie in piles

all around the orchard

and down the grassy aisles


there are red and yellow guavas

to give the birds a treat

and some fruit I do not recognise

that isn’t nice to eat


there are beans on the shelf

and pumpkins in the shed

as winter comes to Northland

and summer days have fled


Maureen Sudlow

Nasty Christians Need To Learn-promote yourself


A path with no obstacles can lead to nowhere,
At least not to any place that is worthwhile,
The road that can lead you to somewhere special,
Is often blocked by many a stile.
The road which leads to nowhere is wide open,
Is one down which many people choose to go,
But the road which leads to somewhere special,
Is one down which progress might be slow.
There are so many roads down which we can travel,
But only one road will lead to happy life,
The other roads may lead us on to pleasure,
But pleasure is something which can quickly turn to strife.
The road to life is not an easy road to travel,
Yet we should seek to make some progress every day,
But if we are to reach our destination,
We must take note of the warning signs along the way.
But if we are sure of our destination,
And if we are certain that we know the way,
If we are prepared to overcome the hazards,
Then we shall progress a little more each day.
One day we shall arrive at our destination,
The pleasure of arrival will make us want to smile,
The joy of being at a special place will be ours,
And we shall know he effort was worthwhile.
Ron Martin

Unrequited.- Promote Yourself





I can’t compete


With wealth own,


I must retreat,


Live life alone.


He’s with you,

I am not.

Hope fell through,

Another dream shot. 


Won’t hold hands,

Share a heart.

Won’t make plans,

Grow old apart.


Reached the end,

Wish for more.

Hard to pretend,

I still adore.


Must not lament

Over my scar;

Must be content,


Love from afar.

John Northcutt Young

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