Tag: prose
member name: Basil Sands
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June 20, 2006 08:51 PM EDT --
Trench Coffee
(c) 2006 Basil Sands
1917 Part 1
A cup of coffee. The most wonderful thing in the world.
The steam rises into my nostrils flushing away the burning smell of gun powder and strong . . .
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July 07, 2006 06:39 PM EDT --
Souls Intertwined
©2006, Basil Sands
Sunlight flashed across my eyes
Breaking the darkness of morning slumber
And in a brief moment of perception
I saw your face
Sitting, serious, . . .
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April 19, 2006 02:52 PM EDT --
Allowed to Dream
©2006, Basil Sands
When I dream
Your face is there before me
Shining, radiant, smiling
Eyes that glow with the sparkle of stars
When I dream
You touch me with . . .
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June 20, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
1917
(c)2006, Basil Sands
Oh God!
Stop the noise! Please, please, please, stop the noise!
The artillery shells had been raining down on us for what seemed like ages. My life . . .
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April 26, 2006 03:27 PM EDT --
1940
©2006, Basil Sands
Mummy?
Look, mummy, up in the sky.
So many planes.
The blue sky is filled with planes
So high up they looked like tiny birds
Loud birds
They sound like thunder that never . . .
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July 05, 2006 07:16 PM EDT --
1940
©2006, Basil Sands
Mummy?
Look, mummy, up in the sky.
So many planes.
The blue sky is filled with planes
So high up they looked like tiny birds
Loud birds
They sound like thunder that never . . .
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July 06, 2006 08:14 PM EDT --
Pig Men, 1917, Part 5
© 2006, Basil Sands
Here They Come, 1917, part 4
The sun glints off the steel of silvery blades held menacingly in front of the evil looking masks of the Hun soldiers headed . . .
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July 05, 2006 04:03 AM EDT --
Here They Come, 1917, part 4
(c)2006 Basil Sands
Deathly Fog, 1917, Part 3
The shells have stopped on both sides. The sound of voices has quieted.
We stand on the firing ledge of our trench peering . . .
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December 23, 2006 06:40 AM EST --
(c) 2006, Basil Sands
Soccer
It's a ball
A grassy field
A net wrapped arrangement of posts
At each end
You kick the ball
Back and forth between guys
Or gals as the case may be
And . . .
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June 26, 2006 08:26 PM EDT --
Deathly Fog – 1917 Part 3
©2006, Basil Sands
Trench Coffee – 1917, Part 2
I dozed off for a few minutes but it wasn't good sleep, because Bill kept talking to me. His face . . .
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December 19, 2006 06:17 PM EST --
Dawn’s Fire
©2006, Basil Sands
Dark night settled on me
And would not let go
Restless, fitful darkness
No words entered my dreams
No peace
Only shadows
Shadows of cold . . .
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July 05, 2006 07:18 PM EDT --
Here They Come, 1917, part 4
(c)2006 Basil Sands
Deathly Fog, 1917, Part 3
The shells have stopped on both sides. The sound of voices has quieted.
We stand on the firing ledge of our trench peering . . .
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October 18, 2006 06:13 PM EDT --
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I just found out that some time recently was bosses day, sorry to say I am not good at keeping up with those things, but wanted to send you each a bouquet of roses for being good . . .
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December 22, 2006 02:08 PM EST --
A Singular Beautiful Flower
©2005, Basil Sands
Among the lush gardens of the Master Gardener, set upon a small green grassy knoll, surrounded by many types and kinds of beautiful flowers was set . . .
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July 05, 2006 07:07 PM EDT --
1917
(c)2006, Basil Sands
Oh God!
Stop the noise! Please, please, please, stop the noise!
The artillery shells had been raining down on us for what seemed like ages. My life . . .
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June 20, 2006 08:52 PM EDT --
1917
(c)2006, Basil Sands
Oh God!
Stop the noise! Please, please, please, stop the noise!
The artillery shells had been raining down on us for what seemed like ages. My life . . .
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July 05, 2006 07:05 PM EDT --
Trench Coffee
(c) 2006 Basil Sands
1917 Part 1
A cup of coffee. The most wonderful thing in the world.
The steam rises into my nostrils flushing away the burning smell of gun powder and strong . . .
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