In the mountains near the land of Nord
Their lived a fiery Dragon
He had such hot and fearsome breath
Yet he kept his tail a dragging
Because he knew he wasn't bad
He was shy and that was all
And if he looked too meek and mild
Then folk would treat him cruel.
He met this little lad from Kelt
One day whilst coasting round
With fire belching from his mouth
And roaring fearsome sounds
The little lad was terrified
When he saw this thunder brute
And the dragon he was hurt indeed
As this fear he did intuit.
He said "I'm sorry little boy
But I'd not do you harm
I rasp and roar like this you know
So folk will leave me calm
I really want to be your friend
It's so lonely being me
Then the two they walked off arm in arm
It was beautiful to see.
Socrares Dec 7 2003
For Carol Eastmans contest 'Children's Fable
From fathoms deepest keep, where man,
Shall not dare go, a white toothy giant
Dwells, with hatred's malice, this is a living man
Eater, whom lies at the bottom of the ocean.
In this striking zone, of deadly encounters,
Here where dead men tell no tails, crimson
Currents of the lifeless, float to the top of the food
Chain, and their last breaths of air explode, as
Bubbles above at the surface,
Leaving nothing behind but a bloody residue,
And the wreckage mangled life raft, and one word
Still lingers on the foreboding breeze, as a screams
Echoing drowns into whispers in silences last refrain,
Nay this aquatic Phantom, called Submarine,
Is the gray ghost that stalks within every human
Beings nightmares, just below the waves of our
Subconscious fears, a demon lurks in the darkness,
Of the murky shallows, waiting to take a bite
Out of us.
A thirty-seven foot killing machine, with razor
Blades of jagged ivory's, moving at velocities mega
Speed, heading straight for humanity's beach,
His favorite hunting grounds.
A leviathan of a shark, highly intelligent,
Circling his preferred prey called man,
The hunter is ready to appease his
Insatiable appetite that is never satisfied,
In a carnivores blood bath of mayhem,
Just off shore of paradise.
In hell's kingdom many souls scream from
Below one word that echoes through the
Chum filled surf above, SHARK.
For these are the latest victims, of
The Submarines wrath, and now they do
So warn the living, beware of this sharp
Look into the black eyes of death, take
Notice if he bares the scare of men,
And notches gouge mark on his dorsal fin,
For than thee shall know for sure, if
It is truly the gray ghost,
Known as Submarine.
If thou’ art sure, than say your final prayers unto God,
And inhale one last deep breath of air,
Than swim away, as fast as you can,
For humanity is now on the menu!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Melbourne cup day
Today was Melbourne cup day
A day for fun and fashion
A day to watch the horses race
It really is a passion
Foolish clothes and silly hats
Are, the order of the day
As folk they drink their alcohol
And act in foolish ways
No thought is spared for horses
No one cares at all
They all want fun and money
It’s not too beautiful
To see those horses whipped, and forced
To please on looking folk
Who have a really splendid day
As they laugh, and drink, and joke
Two lovley horses died today
Through the cruelty of those
Who only care about pleasure
‘That’s just the way it goes
It’s only a couple of horses
They’re here just for our fun’
This it be their attitude
‘Keep those gee gee’s on the run’!
Today was Melbourne cup day
A great time was had by all
No one really gave a damn
That the racing game is cruel
All they want is money
That’s all they really care for
If the horses keep on dying
They can always get some more.
4 October 2014
It’s a damn cartoon you stupid raghead SOBs.
If you are so very evil that you would kill people
over a stupid cartoon then you are not only
descended from apes, you are apes, hairless tailless monkeys.
You are dumb ass animals with absolutely no human qualities.
If I saw a rabid skunk and an Islamist
both dying by the side of the road,
I would just pass them by
because they are basically the same,
twin stinking useless beasts.
Vive la France!
Death to rabid skunks!
What does the rat say?
“Vote for me for Senator,
I am a good rat.”
Where are the animal rights people
when it comes to the raghead nazis
of the Islamic State in Syria and Iraq?
No donkey, goat or sheep is safe
from mass rape from these loathsome
devil worshipping rat bastards.
Now that there are over thirty thousand
of these murdering brain dead dumb asses
running around in the desert over there
they have branched out to raping other
four legged creatures including
horses, cows, dogs, cats and even pigs.
Speak up for the persecuted animals
of Syria and Iraq all you bleeding hearts
from the free world nations of planet earth.
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
The old black Demon's back again
He's pounding on my soul
He's prodding, always prodding me
This be his earthly role
The hordes of Hell move into me
With their whips and masks of steel
Invading me they rip my flesh
And break into my will.
I look into this Demons eyes
Though my body quavers some
As fear be powerful in my mind
I know what must be done
Oh no I will not falter
For now be courage time
That coward that resides in me
He be my cursed crime.
He turns his back, the bounder's gone
I've beat his hide again
If you look your demons in the eye
Their manner grows more tame.
But he'll be back on some tomorrow
He's the strongest force I know
He's my shadow and he's telling me
To move into the flow.
Socrares Dec 31 2003.
Life is a creative
A dance with
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)
The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.
Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him,
Waiting until eyes grow dim.
Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.
Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.
about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth
She, she wanders though night sky touching nothing. Silence, just breathe. Salvation walks softly with bare feet. Huntress of whispers. Mother of slumber, I welcome you with steady hands never shaking. My bones only for you. With eyes no one could ever fully express with a mere human tongue, she spoke… leaving all things meaningless. Memories are ashes and moonlight is clean. Such solace, just breathe. Sleep deep in oceans of dreams, and you’ll find me there. In Fathomless blue, MY bones only for you.
My heart started thumping
My blood soared fast
It was time!
I slowly opened my eyes
Darkness surrounded me
Darkness filled me up
Darkness and my hunger
I lifted off the cover of my coffin
Stretched my limbs
And climbed out
It was time!
Time to enjoy a good hunt
Time to kill a lost soul
Time to be
What I am!
A hungry Vampire!
Once I was out of my cave
The cold tickled me
The breezed caressed my body
It felt wonderful
Oh a little bit of sex would not be refused
My hunger was stronger
My stomach needed to be fed
I would die!
Here he comes
Lost in his dreams
Lost in his struggles
As if he had no aim
With a cigarette in his hand
When I pounced on him
He hardly had time to shout
When I sucked in his blood
Life flew in me
Made me so strong and bold
That even Mars recoiled
Scared at my power!
The body would never be found
I threw it in a deep pit!
I had the night all for me
No more hungry
I chose to dance
I might even mate!
Till shall arise,
My sworn enemy
That which can kill me within seconds
The bloody sun!
I saw a dead spider
trying to breath
even though it was too cold
a bee came to see
help me the dead spider began to plead
I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me
I won't said the spider
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath
the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee
breath life into me
the spider did plead
unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she
but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee
the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting
now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting
A washerman in the habit of going to the river nearby,
To wash the dirts of the whole people of his village,
He cried croc..croc many times raising his voice once,
Neighbors came running to the river bank to know why?
All in laugh the washerman for his foolish funny,
The day followed also he enjoyed his same old comedy,
Innocent people came again running to save the washerman,
All in laugh he once more thinking all fools the village men,
Oh,a croc sailed in fact,washerman cried,not late the other day,
Came not men in hate but his fate as a long killer crocodile!
The Zoo has its door opens.
A car goes backward
Into the Valley’s wall.
It’s a need
In the loosing. Cage.
A silken blackbird
Smiles at the elephants.
News rolling in.
There is a click.
A criminal laughs
At the crocodile.
She sits beneath the old gum tree
eyes of black, teeth so sharp, claws of steel
she tells them stories and they listen
stories of death and destruction
stories of grief and misery
and so we sit under the old gum tree
the animals, the demon and me
In Eden's garden long ago
a second story's to be told.
First when Eve took her bite
and Adam fled in such a fright.
But on the ground watching by
two creatures suddenly did spy.
A chance to taste what's forbidden
and none see for they'd be hidden.
Quickly ran these two to eat,
digging in with sharp front teeth.
But suddenly the sky grew dark
God calling out loudly, “Hark!”
“You two eat, I clearly see,
fruit from the forbidden tree.”
“You are not allowed to stay,
Cast out to scratch a life each day.”
Picking them up with gentle hands,
He released them past Eden's land.
“But this promise you will see,
Man amply take care of your needs."