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Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When she gets there, will she know what to do?
The Dragon Queen was angered and sent her men,
To look for little Puff Puff for she had escaped again…
“No one shall leave the Queen” from her Dragons den,
Huffing & puffing letting loose a fireball now and then…
Yet little Puff Puff journeyed tranquil and quite serene,
Unknowing she had tempered her Grandma, the Queen…
She decides to rest upon a rock near a relaxing ravine,
She sees movement followed by a silent smoke screen…
“Hi” a welcoming smile, “I’m Heidi the holographic fairy”
Created by the Queen for the forest to be rather scary…
Over time she had become kind & gentle on the contrary,
Thus venturing together toward the Castle joyful & merry…
Just behind them the Queen’s henchmen Victor & Gershon,
Protectors of the land who would tickle you upon desertion…
“Stop! Now, by the Queen’s command, your exiling exertion”
The men being weary, asked to tag along in their conversion…
Off they went, now a foursome to reckon as happy as can be,
The Castle a stone throw away, with water above their knee…
Puff Puff & her crew decided to cross the water in their spree,
But it was too much for Victor & Gershon for they had to pee…
The Castle in sight, the drawbridge opens observing the team,
Slowly tippy-toeing in, huddled together they hear a scream…
Before them stood a magnificent creature out from the steam,
“State your business, for I am Illuminatra the Empress supreme”
...to be continued...with more characters!!!
Oct.14.2019
Composed by Winged Warrior
Background...Internet Composite
Two-Headed Dragons & Little Puff Puff...Illustrated by Winged Warrior
Background Music...Children's Fairy-Tales from the Internet
With a female virtual voice
The story is based upon Aklia, Brenda Chiri's beautiful granddaughter
Thanks to everyone for their comments & making this poem POTD
In a wondrous world least never seen,
Hidden is the Lair of the Dragon Queen…
Protector of her Kingdom of jaded green,
Some would say she was rather mean…
The granddaughter Little Puff Puff was her name,
Spirited as her Grandma the proof in her flame…
A little more understanding her mother to blame,
She would save her Kingdom the older she became…
Practicing her breathing come day and twilight,
Being brave like her Grandma in case of a fight…
She puffed and she puffed using all her might,
Behold, all surprized she eventually did ignite…
“Never leave the Kingdom,” the Queen said with a stare,
But Little Puff Puff did not listen she was without care…
One day she gathered her things the Queen unaware,
And left her Kingdom with the guidance of her feisty flare.
Far in the distance, she saw a Castle as beautiful as can be,
She wanted a better look and so she climbed the first tree…
The Castle enchanted her and nearly got bit by an old bee,
These are the adventures of Little Puff Puff brave & carefree.
This poem was inspired and in honor of Brenda Chiri's beautiful granddaughter whom we call Puff Puff...Brenda requested of me to write her a tale...a Dragons tale that is for Little Puff Puff and all children...
The illustration is a composite of 3 separate pictures from the net...only for decor...just having fun
Sep.24.2019
Winged Warrior
Not for any contest
When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged me.
I remember
how you lived with grandparents, aunts
instead of your methhead parents.
Your blonde hair. Your ugly clothes.
Freckles and a cheap brand of romanticism.
A picture of you and me, sixteen:
I remember
you used to say, "Call me Puff"
to all the dangerous boys; we once
crowded on a dirty mattress with four
other people passing bong for weed,
pipe for that toxic crystal Devil of
devils. I remember
you fed me cigarettes, cherry tomatoes
from your grandfather's garden.
A lightless smoky room full
of young and lonesome prisoners
of perpetuated misguided soul-searching--
I remember
how we savored our shared pain
like something holy. Godhead of
black magic and the violation
of innocence.
Today I
am torn of that chrysalis,
and I think sometimes of your soul
left there to stagnate
in the dark. Christina
I don't know how to say
any of this to you,
but when I remember how
you fed me cherry tomatoes
I think of your grandfather
finding you out, you were feeding
meth to your young teenaged sister
so she wouldn't care if your
boyfriend and all his friends
f***ed her.
I remember
feeling so much love for you (sister?)
when now your name compels in me
nothing but disgust--this disgust
which bruises my soul, Christina...
I never wanted to feel this.
She didn’t play poker so well.
Her bluff was as clear as a bell.
Her insides would quaver
So much that they gave her
A hell of a smell of a tell.
A powder puff moon
hangs in a languid sky
gathers stardust from the milky way
and airbrushes the faces of passing angels
Puff ...
The smoke coming from the chimney stack
is not the kind of smoke you like
Puff ...
The smoke coming from the chimney stack
is gonna second hand you a heart attack
She's a two pack-a-day woman,
she smoke two packs of cigarettes a day
X-rays say her lungs look like a dirty ashtray;
but she keeps on smoking anyway,
she keeps on puffing away
Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is not the kind of smoke you like
Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is gonna second hand you a heart attack
She chain smokes like a choo-choo train;
she has nicotine-itis on the brain,
her black tar lips blow circle smoke rings
Cigarette smoke so thick, it make your eyes sting ...
but she keeps on puff, puff, puffing
Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is not the kind of smoke you like
Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is gonna second hand you a heart attack
She puffs and puffs like a chimney stack,
she loves to daily suck back two packs
Even though she's always out of breath,
she's gotten comfortable with cheating death
Today, there's only one cigarette in the last pack left;
time to go shopping, and be a carton whore
And when she comes back from the grocery store,
she's gonna binge smoke and place a few more
dynamite cancer sticks on the menthol tracks:
Trainwreck's gonna happen when her lungs collapse
Puff ... life snuffed
Boast brownies baking
in dirty palm oil bacon fat
Sugar-coated swine vanilla cupcakes;
pineapple upside down snout snacks,
so coconut phone hasty ...
Sound-byte puff pastry
Flour-face teflon pan —
tart marshmallow mint muffin
Silver tongue baguette
spooning out citrus acid banter batter,
so sour cream tasty ...
Lip huff puff pastry
Pinocchio banana crêpe nose;
roasted lies, almond alibis deep fried
Blueberry bagel beak raisin Cain,
yeast yell swelling pride:
Con-fectionary leaven in the oven,
so mint cookie I scream dainty ...
Pigging out on the puff pastry
Prune-flavored pucker paczki,
Fat Tuesday belly decadent bowel delectable
Cinnamon bun —
pumpkin spice glazed doughnut sphincter hole,
so dollar fig bark hasty ...
Plum tweet puff pastry
Odd cream of Bavarian
whip up the Orange Clockwork zest crowd
Egg white octogenarian
kneading raspberry rhetoric —
Gen. Custard pie hole powdered sugar loud,
so strawberry swirl tasty ...
Marble fudge puff pastry
Apple cruller golden crust coin flavor,
chocolate frosting money honey savor
Pecan pie cherry cheek a la mode,
buttery scone biscuits served cold
Key lime cheesecake dainty ...
Black bury tone puff pastry
“Yeha noha,
Yeha noha.”
The Indians chant,
summoning the healing spirits
from the marijuana cloud.
Puff, puff, and pass the chillum pipe.
Bodies carelessly twirl the ceremonial dance.
Those days are aged.
A stoned car tore through Chippewa school district,
bodies flung, viciously,
against hard turf,
and the spliff flew from the puff-puff-passing hands.
Blood stained the white car red,
and dripped from the hood as thick as ignorant minds.
Can cannabis cure a family’s pain?
Puff, puff and pass the crack-cocaine.
Winter has slowed you down on snowy tracks,
unhappy you sound, you caught a cold from clouds
chugging through big forests and mountains;
it's a short distance to the city, but it seems miles!
Puff and whistle, long train...
the going was very easy, the coming is hard;
the scene is magical similar to a greeting card!
Puff and whistle, long train...
hear the brand new fiddle
that young Jack plays
while moms softly cradle
babies to hush their cries!
Sometimes you wish you were a tree,
not doing this kind of boring work...
standing in a forest near a brook;
would this give you sadness or glee?
Puff and whistle, long train,
soon snow will turn into rain;
clearer your vision will be,
happier your mood can be!
Puff and whistle, long train...
inside there's song and dancing,
speed up and share the feeling!
In the town I live, there's no snow...
no sleights sliding downhill;
no pine trees white and tall...
only a sad moon with a faint glow!
I like to ride in your long train,
watch millions of snowflakes fall
rather than stare at a decked hall...
I will tell all where I have been!
Written on 12/26/ 2016
Photo # 3
damp powder puff drips
cool in the heat of summer..
fog rolls quietly fast
quit that smoke...
even that coke...
cause, if you got hook..
oh my!! take a look..
lungs will turn out black...
As health be on bad luck...
As problems starts to pact..
You'll need some bucks...
Either remain or stay away...
So you'll save another day...
To live a little bit longer...
Far from any trace of danger...
Once upon a time there were the golden years…
Where Miracles and Fairy Tales in my family did appear.
When my son was very small, magic always wandered all around.
Summers we went to visit Grandpa where wonderful boats did abound.
Grandpa kept them on a lift, down at the great boat dock there.
Food was always waiting nearby to feed the little fish.
We always told my wee son that the big fish down below…
Were the Mama’s and the Papa’s waiting to protect their brood above.
And when we visited, we always cruised in the boats, by a little cave…
We told my wee one; Puff the Magic dragon lived and dwelled there every day.
And not only did he live there but he also visited at our dock…
For no one else but him had the ability, to lift the great big boats up.
Of course, we knew it was the lift that did all the lifting work.
And it was all air powered, and when full bubbled air from underneath.
But the wee one didn’t know that and the fairy tale lived on…
So we would have him call for Puff the Magic Dragon, His pal from faraway,
Whenever someone’s’ boat needed lifting, up at the dock each day.
He lived in this fairy tale and called Puff his very own true friend.
For Puff would blow the bubbles at his request to fill the lifting box.
And one wee little boy giggled at Puff’s great work, every time.
My dream for my happy family lasted a long, long time…
Now Peter, Paul, and Mary wrote the song that brought Puff to life.
I sang the song Puff The Magic Dragon to him in the bathtub every night.
I wish to thank them profusely, for the happiness it brought into our lives…
Thank you, again, for bringing a song and a fairy tale into my family…
And especially to my one little guy.
Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
Stance of an emperor of a classy empire
The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers
One cig in hand smartens your attire
I remember my first cig puff,
How I held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity traveled down my core
As a friend lighted for me its tip
The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy
And with pride I took my first puff
Smoke dint seem finding space inside
And I burst out, it made me cough
That challenged me to attempt once again
This time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment
It was kind of a head rush… at its best!
That whiff of smoke changed everything
Nothing seemed at its best without one puff
Did it taste that good? Hell No!
Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough?
Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same
Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm
Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone
The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm!
I am not bad, don’t hate me
It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away
This addiction should only not invite my grave
Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!
Remember the story of the big bad wolf
Who harassed those three little pigs?
Their houses made of brick and straw
And the other one made from twigs
Well, let me set the story straight
For, I'm the only one who knows
It's the story of The Three Little Pigs
This is how it really goes
You see, that wolf was hungry,
For he hadn't eaten in days
He was looking for some bacon
And wasn't gonna change his ways
Did you know that wolf had asthma?
He could barely even breathe
He huffed and puffed his cigarettes
That was rolled up in his sleeve
He came upon this house of straw
And he took a great big breath
As he held it in, his face turned blue
And nearly coughed himself to death
But he didn't let that stop him
He give it one more try
But again, he started coughing
Til he thought he'd surely die
The three little pigs felt sorry for him
So they offered him something to eat
The wolf ate all their vegetables
But still, he was craving meat
The three little pigs were at wit's end
And thought, "What are we gonna do?"
So, they made that wolf a five pound ham
(He didn't know he was eatin' tofu)
Today, he's a vegetarian
And the pigs call him a friend
Now, you know the rest of the story
So I guess, I'll say, "The End"