The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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Dragon
The mystical dragon pictured in today’s print and movies never existed.
Many mystical creatures are based on exaggerations of a creature that did exist.
Possibly, a medium sized tree lizard with the ability to jump from tree to tree in search of food.
It had very strong stomach acids laced with biological silicone gas. The gas slowly rose from tubes to fill pouches on both sides of its mouth.
When confronted by a predator, it hissed releasing the silicone gas toward the predator.
The gas was self-igniting in air, and the flames burned the predator.
Over centuries, seeing fire in very tall trees and telling and retelling of the story with additions,
Give us descriptions of the mythical Dragon we see today.
A large flying reptile with wings and the ability to release huge flames at will.
I had to create two worlds to survive —
one where I simply live,
and one where I am truly me,
kept apart for my own sanity.
In the main world,
I am the prisoner.
I can't express, I can't be me,
controlled and hurt,
I am dead inside.
In the other world,
I am the goddess.
Strength to fight,
I soar above,
I show my true colours —
I am the dragon.
Should the two combine,
they are like oil and water —
the collision would be earth-shaking,
and I'm not sure I would survive.
A blanket of cloud stretches
Obscures, keeps us blind
But I like to think there could be dragons
Flying just behind
Beyond the hefty, leaden skies
That endless cloak of grey
Brightly coloured reptiles
Might romp around and play
The weather here is usually
Dull and overcast
The valley stays in shadow
But if we could just see past
We might catch a glimpse of fire
Beyond that drab cloud cover
Dragons doing somersaults
Swooping with each other
There could be dragons behind the clouds
Maybe not, I wouldn’t know
Isn’t it nice to think
That they could be up there, though
It seems I’ve written myself into a corner~
pages piling up like overexcited puppies,
yapping for a home.
My desk groans under the weight
of poems, memoirs, and drafts~
half-finished brilliance,
and that one story I swear I’ll revise someday.
The solution seems obvious
another filing cabinet~
a shiny metal monument
to my writing compulsion.
But where to put the thing
in this tiny office
already stuffed with creativity
and questionable organizational choices.
Then it hits me
the closet~
that mysterious portal
where abandoned sweaters go to retire.
It’ll fit snugly inside
like it was always meant to be there,
guarding my words
like a loyal metal dragon.
Problem solved… for now
until the next poem arrives
demanding its own drawer
and the closet starts whispering,
“Don’t even think about it.”
An old English dragon is about to emerge dredged up in a lake, where it might have
Been reared.? Not the biggest of the familiy yet the most intact.' Soon to be exibited..Hey I only state facts.! We don't know if it breathed fire.? Or what colour were its eyes at just over thirty feet though
It was of just over medium size ' perhaps it
Lived on its island, with a mum and Dad.?
Maybe just a batchelor.? A sort of Jack
on the scales; as in
Lads..There is also an old castle, not too far away, maybe he had an eye for a princess who can truly say.? Perhaps it had a pet ogre.? Or was friends with an evil queen.? they
could have dined together, on infant children.? It
A tried and tested story theme.'
I suppose things will be revealed
more.? As in the Good book i have
often
seen, a description
Of wild dragons, brave warriors,
giants and
Miracles, so many, very. Diverse scenes.!!!
with four cones the dragon returned that day
grape, pistachio, rocky road and butter pecan said May
We danced in the street and licked at our ice cream
I got butter pecan, which was my dream
Don’t know who got the other ones
Knew the dragon was full of jokes and funs
How did you know there were three of us? We said.
Didn’t, he explained. I was bringing them home for a snack in bed.
Ahoy
I am The Pirate King, My Tattoo summons a Dragon with a AI spirit and cybernetic implants that shoots lasers out of his eyes.
Diamond of Czechia Mob boss of Chicago and Zlin Czechia Kelly Pink Diamonds my divine Celtic warrior queen sings with a sirens call. Her voice as an angel draws me in my dreams across the ocean toward my certain doom. I serve as Ambassador of King Jesus and am The Bard and Pirate King of Chicago Mob boss of Czechia Ruler of new Chicago servant of the living Lord Yeshua Son of God Almighty. My dragon summoned by pure faith in God shoots lasers out its eyes yet even I am no match for Kelly Pink Diamond Queen of Bohemia Czechia Mob Boss Angel Of Lord Jesus Christ and fellow Ambassador of King Yeshua Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Ahoy Trust in Jesus.
Like dragon flies
your words fly into my face
a trail of smoke
fills the air
I cannot answer your questions
Dry dirt
shows the cruelty of time
I lie still in the field
I assume you interpret my silence
I am unable to answer
You read my eyes
I fling it all back to you
in my mind. I manage to laugh
The dust flies in my eyes
finds wings and breaths
fire into you. “Get me out of this barren field
you fool!
You roll into the dust
and I am alone
Teacups made of glass,
Drifting on a purple cloud,
Dragons sip Earl Grey,
While the fairies dance a jig,
Silly spells make daisies sing.
Halloween dragon wanted to choose his own jack-o-lantern today
He was thrilled with the pumpkin farm said my friend Farmer Kay
We tried to keep him hidden, like his mother had suggested to us
But the children spotted him right away and named him Gus.
It was a photo opportunity for many, children gathered around.
Sitting on him and next to him, jack-o-lanterns on the ground
Word spread and people came from a hundred miles away.
Could we please keep Halloween dragon for another day?
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The dragon lies in its burning remains~
a furnace of teeth snuffed out,
its igneous breath hardening
into black, sooty scales.
You stand where the pyre was,
your sword no longer shiny,
dulled by ash and effort,
a weapon that did its job
asking for no acknowledgement,
no revelry.
This is how victory sleeps:
not in banners or ballads,
but in the quiet settling of smoke,
in the way your hands shake
when they have nothing left to hold.
The villagers will come~
they always do
to poke at the carcass,
to marvel at the size of
the dragon’s claws.
But you know the truth:
dragons are not slain by heroes.
They are undone by the stubborn,
by those who refuse
to become kindling.
And now,
with the monster’s heat
still radiating from the earth,
you feel the oddest thing~
the absence of its roar,
the space it leaves behind,
like a missing tooth
your tongue keeps finding.
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Each and every day it's such a thrill to include
all the home grown organic produce, such a large percentage of our daily intake of food
Fruit that that does not fit with ease within a rhyming verse
no matter, it's the delicacy of the flavour on the taste buds as they burst
Some of these fruits include, black, yellow and green sapote
gotta eat them on their own, not in a fruit compote
Some fruits are flowering now, in the future we shall yield
native atherton raspberry, papaya and soursop
The aroma of their blossom spreading through the field
There's mangoes, bananas and dragon fruit, all part of the enterprise
but there's predators like fruit bats and noisy cockatoos, who like the fruit as much as us
From those attracted to the fruit, we must find some form of disguise
Other varieties in the orchard, rollinias, bullocks heart and peanut butter fruit
One day they will provide some tucker, part of the culinary pursuit
book of secrets has a guardian eager and bright
ebony dragon conceals him every single night
vampires and ghouls are searching for his book hard
book of secrets is not worried, she has an amazing guard
It started with those eyes.
Stumbling upon a shrine in a sapphire mist,
there she stood.
The simple creature, mistaken for a beast.
Raising her head, we made contact.
I looked at her, and I saw myself.
Not wanting to break line of sight,
she couldn’t help herself, and I was powerless.
This unspoken feeling, two hearts that needed mending.
Sadly, it wasn’t our time.
The life that could’ve been, with her by my side.
Our special day could’ve been paradise.
Unable to suppress tears of joy,
petals of cherry blossoms bloomed in celebration.
Blue fire scorching the privileged garden.
Instead, I woke up knowing that she flew away.
Taken away from me, forces beyond my comprehension.
Cruel and unfair,
I hope she’s safe, prosperous, and healthy.
I wonder if she’s still alive.
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