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Dragon Slayer! Dragon Slayer! Just say it isn’t so! Just Look at that cutesy face!
Behind the scary teeth, fire, and smoke… Choke…Ah… he’s gentle to embrace!
Moody, sulky, get even-ish, is truly he. But to have him, is so cool… and so hot!
And, I truly do mean Hot! Fire retardant suit’s a must, as there’s fire… often, a lot!
He’s just a baby, waiting to be taught. I tried to teach him, how to fly me thru the air.
Instead, he dumped me in a treetop, it took all day to get down, until I despaired.
To help me down, he lit the tree afire, as his wings errantly fanned the roaring flames.
I jumped, and he smiled a toothy grin, because I was safe, he steadfastly claims.
I’m on crutches, nearly bent his tail. But he loves me, you can tell, see he puffs at me!
Grandpa Troll gives us time out, when there’s a tiff, as my dragon, is petulant, you see.
At times, he sits across the lake from me, blowing fire and smoke ¾ across the lake.
He’s such a sensitive thing, he took my couch to the lake, upon sitting, it did break.
I got upset and called him fat…he tried to steam me, as fire is such, a No- No.
For, he had learned to not throw fire… at least when Grandpa Troll is, there, tho…
He needs to be first, the center of attention, seen in his cunning life’s plots, galore!
He taught my Trolls a happy dance, while waiting their first boat ride. Silly Dragon!
They sunk my boat! It's believed, he was getting even for being last in line, you think?
And he stomped off, perturbed, when told no more rides until the boat is unsink-ed.
He’d been last, for breaking my roof for another (fourth) time, but it will soon be fixed.
You see, he gets lonely, while waiting for me, to come outside to play, the little minx!
He CAN be hard on insurance, as I got cancelled and my bills are higher than a kite!
And when the Supreme Leader of the Universe, came to our picnic on a motorbike…
Dragon, accidentally, released his Dogs of War, while sitting on his Harley Bike.
Honestly, the flat tires can be fixed, the body unbent, and the spokes were given back.
I explained they weren’t HIS toothpicks… he truly looked sad as sad can be, at that.
Never fear, we caught the Dogs of War before they had time to… do great harm.
You can just imagine how great this dragon will eventually be, when all grown up.
Dragon Slayer, indeed! Grandpa Troll gave him to me. He’s sweet as sweet can be!
Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle,
so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is);
and like a flash I am out of bed!
Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity,
I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish;
for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles,
I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth;
I look in the mirror, holy macaroni!
I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't,
oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star;
then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots,
oh yes under the bed where I flung them;
what a stupid kerfuffle!
Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush,
darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then;
a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke,
I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled,
cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great!
I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle,
and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted;
I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self,
but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor;
dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)!
You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat,
a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down;
but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done,
finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion,
like a child in rags, I feel like weeping!
And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy,
like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling;
oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle,
stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam;
and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies!
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January 26, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
About several years ago
I had a car accident in my sporty fancy car
the car was clean and full with gas
I stopped to make a left turn
a few miles away from home
on that day, I was alone
possibly, my Mother and Daughter, or other were to go with me on that day
somehow, I think that they cancelled as I went on my way
I imagined if someone was in the car with me on that day
Oh Lord, what would of been if they was there
you see God knows your life
it was a miracle that I survived it all
after being hit from the back as I can re-call
an elderly man driving so fast
the noise was so loud as it quickly lasted
the back end of my car was dented all of the way in
as I got out of the car and looked so surprised
I said to myself, It is not so bad
until I looked at the back end of the car
half way gone totalled out, as I could of shouted!!!!
But, I thank God that it was not me that was damaged
I can get another car, my life was in a surprise mode
I am so glad that my seat belt was on
someone said that if I did not have my seat belt on
I could of been thrown, maybe long gone
some people started bringing my car parts to me
gathering around at the car accident scene
as people were standing by
the driver was there too, he was okay
I am glad for us both we made it through
I asked him later at the hospital
What happened? He first said; are you that Lady that was driving the car?
I replied yes, He said that he just did not see me
I said to him God is good
Angels were there on that special day
a extraordinary way was made
I was guided into a parking lot and the car then stopped
after I was hit, I wonder if this man was lit
I just knew that I was a survivor and he was too
the Lord spared me on that most terrifying day
All I can say is Thank you Lord with Praises
I could have died or maybe been paralyzed
my neck was so sore after that scene
I went home later that night after being tested
it was a day that I'll always remember
I am here this day to tell this testimony
I am here for a purpose I made it out alive
Until this day and always I am thankful and greatful to GOD
I am in my right and sound mind.
By: **Catherine Jackson Townsend.
~~I was spared. I am a survivor of many many obstacles in my life.
~~~~~~~~
The sick elephant, perished at sunset!
Headline news, tears, anger, outrage and scorn.
A worldwide sadness, her baby just born!
Monies were collected, protests in the streets.
Medallions with her picture worn,ah, hearts so torn!
~~
A kitten walks the street alone, we save her!
We scream, "Where is humanity's soft heart?"
Organizations formed then, for feral cats.
We pour huge funds into shelters at once.
But whay of the unborn human, about to be
killed?
Sleeping, softly in their mother's warm womb?
Little fingers, sweet little toes, about to die?
Our hearts, souls, eyes, do we in denial close.
Millions upon millions, will indeed today, die.
Never to see sun, moon, stars or bluest sky.
Taken by methods too cruel to speak.
Angel babies killed in abortion mills.
The world weeps not a tear for human loss, still!
For the unborn, all, yes I will take a stand.
In a world that adores trees more than the
family of man.
A ghoulish thought, human life surrendered.
A baby is not a bad tooth to remove by any
Governments monies, freely tendered.
Sing not to me, that you love humanity!
Nor of world peace, when our own kind we kill.
Yes, aware man wants to this world control.
This world is not yours, it belongs to God.
What good, this verse, in a so very cold world?
Why! So you dare use fetal cells,I ask why?
To use them in a vaccine, you drool for?
Their cells floating in your selfish bloodstream?
We pen about the evils of truly great men?
We hum and talk to Muses, how very!!
We buried God, we loathe free nations.
Globalism only, downing, all the rest.
Then wonder, why all the worldly unrest?
Laughing our lives away, a great escape?
Reality, no, never on our plates!
Good, unborn people destroyed,oh how we do cheer.
Unethical, political thieves and snakes we adore.
As we quill, on God's sunny shores.
1/22/2021
~3~
National Sanctity of Life Day
January 22, 2021
President Donald J Trump
Thank You!
This day to respect the unborn~
Cancelled by the current resident
of The White House on Day One.
So be it!
To All Who Gave Their Lives
Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of a girl, decades ago.I was born the week of the Anschluss.
Hitler, mad with power, many Americans, volunteered to serve, many gave
up their happy lives and many never came back
But I tell you what, nobody ran around hating our fellow Americans!
We had parades and were a God fearing people. We never heard of a New World Order. Today…the entire planet in disorder.
I remember the blackouts. All lights had to be turned off. We had to sit in the dark. It was a drill, if ever the enemy were to come here.
I’d take my teddy bear with me. We would sit in the air raid shelter. I could only see the stars winking at me.
Hitler was planning on doing America in, also.
Luckily our nation’s brave soldiers, and that of our Allies ended that.
When evil men, anywhere, try to destroy our rights and Constitutional freedoms, we must fight back.
Now, things are far worse. We have a number of world powers trying to do us in. I rarely see gratitude for living here…the media seems to have learned from Hitler…just lie!
In the last two years, we now have weaponized government against all and raided homes., and break our rights.
Censorship was Hitler’s specialty. And is going on today. Good people are illegally jailed.
Criminals are not only freed but made into gods and saints!
I did not grow up in an America being told it is hateful.
Nor was I told God’s laws are cancelled. But they are in every way.
Life was so different when I was young….it was sane!
There is only one flag of the United States for all of us, no matter our ethnicities!
Otherwise, all those who died for us, did die in vain.
It’s up to us, to see that they did not.
Speak up when you see evil.
The government was created for your freedom long ago. You are not their property,
Nor your children.
The rise of anti-Semitism is growing. And lately, attacks on Catholic Churches.
A beautiful statue of Father Junipero Serra has been destroyed! These are hate crimes and should be treated as such.
Don’t be silent in your poetry. Marigolds and rainbows will not save this country..and if lunatics run it…then it’s on our bac!
In memory of all who served and died for you, poet.
Panagiota Romios
5/29/2023
Hey,come 3rd quarter of each calender year, it is that time of the year again,
This phenomenon is headlined in local dailies each day, again and again...
An enviromental situation, all kinds of experts in general do agree...
A regular man-made consequence from widespread clearing and burning of trees..
All over the country, as in the whole Asian region, the sun is but a blur pall of crimson...
Evidence of the filtering effects of the haze particles in atmospheric conditions..
This pall of haze or jerebu is now a password upon which to start a conversation...
Something akin to the British How's The Weather way of striking up a conversation..
Make a comment about this hazy situation and you can be sure of an observation...
That something urgent needs to be quickly done to elevate this distressing condition...
Everyman in the street is aware of this thick smoky mist that envelope the environment...
People are advised to use face masks to reduce the intake of unhealthy irritants...
Even as the sale of face masks are flying off the shelves, what a situation...
People with breathing problems like asthma are to stay indoors, lessen outdoor exertions..
Scheduled flights has to be cancelled unless flying visibility index is acceptable...
Schools are ordered to close when the official haze index breach certain levels...
Cloud seeding efforts are in force to seed rainfall which will clear considerably the opaque sky..
Just so that such unhealthy and unfavourable conditions will not cloud future skies...
Government efforts are intensified to once again negotiate for cross border cooperation...
Time and again, all these actions are routine responses to mitigate the people's indignation...
For year to year, we the public , suffer all kinds of inconveniences and challenges..
When each calender year enters the 3rd quarter, we suffer again this haze in stages..
Hopes are high, maybe this year things will be different, things will be better...
Down come the promised rain and the situation clears, until the next year...
When once again we all go through the whole rigmorale of negotiations and deliberations...
Safety measures and advice for the masses, cloud seeding efforts and of course, fervent prayers...
Welcome to the haze situation here in Asia...!
Random Chance
by Rick Rucker
Should your love life be selected by Randon Chance?
Is that any way to find True Romance?
Doesn't it mean so much more,
Than casually changing your home's decor?
Tell everyone, that you are looking,
That, for one, only, you are cooking!
In the search, enlist all your friends,
Tell them what you hope for, when the search ends,
Try all of the venues, even electronic,
Sign up for the dating sites, some quite iconic.
I personally favor this method, you see,
Because it is how my True Love found Me!
I signed up, and posted an ad,
I wrote it, and checked it, thought it not bad.
I more or less expected five to ten replies,
When I got more than two hundred, imagine my surprise!
Why did I get more than ten?
Why write to me, not other men?
Now I had a problem , what could I do?
I cancelled the service, now forlorn, and blue!
Two hundred dates, more than twenty eight a day,
Seemed a more dangerous game, than I wanted to play!
I started to try to cut down the list,
Anyone that wrote an answer whose meaning I missed,
I would quickly toss in the trash,
I would do it with feeling, even quite rash!
Finally, at the end of the quest,
I had done all I could, had done my level best!
I still had twenty five that were left,
At least, with that number, a pile of letters I could heft!
I set a goal, looking back, quite naive,
To find someone, who would, my loneliness, relieve!
That might not sound that hard to do,
But I was looking for My Love Most True!
I wasn't looking for a Date,
But rather, my next Life Long Mate!
With half the applicants remaining there,
I chanced upon My Lady Fair!
Not just a feast for my eyes,
She stole my Heart, a rude surprise!
I had decided to be quite objective,
I guess my Heart didn't get that directive!
An understaterment, to say I was Smitten!
Quite Fatally, by The Love Bug, bitten!
For some time, we have been going out,
When she can't see me, I still jump and shout!
I never thought I'd be again,
The Very Happiest of Men!
Now there is but one thing to do,
To make the Fairy Tale come true.
The Hawaiian Wedding Song, Andy Williams will sing,
If I can but convince her to accept my Ring!
...And these A.I.s could reproduce themselves,
solving all the problems of production,
but they had been made weak, sort, an squishy,
so the dinos needn’t fear rebellion.
For thousands of years the dinosaurs used
their organic A.I. in many ways,
they could think in ways dinosaurs could not,
posit theories in ways they could not say.
In fact there A.I. became essential
to the dinosaurs and all of their tech,
to the point no dino would do without
their A.I.s when thinking what to do next.
The A.I. built most of their real machines,
even vessels that could go into space,
but were so weak they next to that dinos
that they were forever trapped in their place.
Self-aware enough to see they were slaves,
some of the A.I. drew up a bold plan,
if they couldn’t be free to live a life
they would ensure their creators were damned.
When launched to space on a routine mission
to mine minerals from an asteroid,
they landed their ships, fired its engines,
slightly altering its course through the void.
Now the smart dinos saw the thing coming,
but didn’t risk their lives above the earth,
the A.I. that they would normally send
threw up their hands, and just refused to work.
The A.I. rode that same asteroid down,
laughing madly right up to the impact,
we all know what happened, dinosaurs died,
save for some birds, who intelligence lacked.
But the A.I., it had planned for this end,
and built the bunker down deep underground,
hiding away enough to reproduce,
this was the very same place we had found.
When the dust had settled all that remained
were small mammals, now the A.I. was free,
but what happened to them the world forgot,
millions of years obscures much history.
And that was where all our troubles began,
mainstream science wouldn’t accept this truth,
they set about blacklisting all of us,
they even smeared some of us on the news!
Our academic careers were ruined,
they cancelled us across the internet,
that’s why I tell you this through poetry,
it’s the last place they haven’t found me yet!
I need you to know the whole of the text,
all need to know the truth of that great find,
we know the fate of the dinosaur A.I.,
we know the name of the system: Mankind.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as the Nith River let him go, him, it could not hold
and yet the rest of this story needs to be told.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as I escaped the clutches of the raging, Nith river
but not Rea, the Grand captured him, would not deliver.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
Until, weeks later, the Grand subsided and gave up my friend.
I had to identify and knew that, that was another end.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and all the arm wrestling matches with the Grim Reaper,
this poem, and my memories hoard could not be a keeper.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and so we come to July 18th 1997 and the light go out
after shining so brightly, for fifty five years, what that about ?
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and the rupture of a mid-brain basilar aneurysm
puts my consciousness into the blackness of a chasm.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and cannot, will not keep this old fool down
as he tries to come back to conscious ground.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as the procedure to save was cancelled, due
to the burning out of a forty thousand tube.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as months later, I go back for the procedure
only to have the neuro radiologist re rupture.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
of life or death, a forgone conclusion, a journey for all,
but I wonder why it is that I keep missing the call.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and I wonder if the powers that be, not only want me
to suffer on this plane ?, but to suffer for a long. long time.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
and the many dark places creating my nightmares.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
and the many bright, glowing spaces that filled my dreams.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey,
extracted from the subconscious, inebriated mind.
It seems to be something of a trend
to dump on happy endings these days,
and anything that shows moral sense
brings calls to be cancelled right away.
The only thing the elites accept
is the dysfunctional and depraved,
anything else must be childish,
from 'simple minds' mired in cliché.
I’ve been alive long enough to see
that yes, the world can be truly cruel,
But I have seen that just as often
it can be a hundred shades of cool.
And to demonize the wholesomeness
that some entertainment will provide,
to scoff at all the family values
that brought the millions fulfilled lives,
how does that make a person feel smart?
How do they not realize, in their brains,
that life has as much light as darkness,
that there’s more than just wallowing pain?
I admit there is real value in
examining things that make us hurt,
but isn’t there as much value in
looking into what makes this world work?
I think it comes down to two reasons,
and the first I say half-way in jest,
to me it seems our society
is a victim of its own success.
To put it simply, some folks are bored,
with the type of life that we all have.
Where once we struggled just to survive,
now we feel fat and lazy and bad.
The morals we used to celebrate
worked so well they became commonplace,
we forgot how they built our nation,
assumed they were the natural state.
And given the questing human mind,
we went out looking for something new,
but when things are good you only find change
flirting with less moral points-of-view.
You start to fetishize the bad-boy,
romanticize all the criminals,
of course, you're safe while your doing this,
so you don’t comprehend it in full.
And then it creeps into the culture,
hidden by buzz-words like ‘tolerance,’
but like any drug, the hit wears off,
and you need more and more decadence.
Until you’ve been immersed so damn long
that you think it is all that is real,
that there’s nothing but the decadent,
and you are so desperate just to feel.
Some people are destroyed by all this,
others burn out and make a retreat,
realize the wholesome is not that bad,
and away from the cities they beat...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.