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A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One such life just awoke and has spread its delicate see-through sheen-like white wings. It is looking up at the star-laden night sky. It oo's and ah's at the splendor of it. Out of nowhere, a dragonfly says his name is Draco.
The little one said that she was Dolanica, and he told her that all of her kind was named that. Like all of his kind were named Draco too, and that they were a distant cousin. He said that his name was actually, Draco the pesky and that she is a Mayfly like her second cousin, but then she was the rarer ones. She said that someone is here for her and that she'll be right back, and in a flash, she returned. Draco asked if she was done and she told him that there was one more thing.
Then in a flash, she was all done. Draco asked where she put them, and she pointed to a large turned up tree trunk. She told him that they are all safe and sound. Draco told her, he will be with her second cousins, a bit later. She asked Draco if he can hop on his back cause she was too weak to fly up over the top of the trees.
So up they went, then in a weakened voice, she asks if that was the moon, he told her that it was the moon. She told him that she was glad to spend her entire life with him and didn't find him to be pesky at all. Lastly, she told him that she will see him on the other side, and he told her, "you too kiddo!" A dragonfly is seen hovering over a large fallen tree trunk, whispering that they are all okay.
A body draped under two folded wings is seen fading in the distance as a dragonfly part.
*Dolania americana: Have no digestive system because of their five minutes of life on Earth, too short of a life span to eat or drink, for their sole purpose is to breed for the survival of their kind.
There is no rightful measure to live,
not in its length,
not in its brevity,
but in its right to be.
Date: 08/21/2019
I dreamed of a night for many years
Wandering far from home;
When I could stand and stare at the stars
Silently, on my own.
Head uplifted, eyes open wide;
Points of light eternal
Racing through darkness
Into my eyes.
Desiring nothing
More than this:
To gaze upon the universe
And know its kiss…
Sweet upon my soul within
Lost in limbo there and then;
‘til pierced by the light
(Photons abound)
Filling my soul
With mystery profound.
By gravity’s grace
On this blue and green sphere
Leaving me to wonder
Why everything’s here.
And how long have you traveled
Harbinger of life
Through light years of space
In the dead of night?
Did you begin in the Big Bang
Or perhaps, before then?
Did you see the face of the Creator
And intrinsically know Him?
Or are you a more recent arrival
In the Milky Way Realm?
Did you come from our own
Next door neighbor, the Sun
Or have you traveled farther still,
Out there on the run?
Have you seen other civilizations of people like us
In the distant reaches of time and space
Swarming with stars and planets,
Made from the megalithic turning pin wheels of gasses and dust?
Did you know Andromeda, Orion, Cancer and Crater?
What of Corona Borealis, Draco and Cassiopeia?
Did you fly by Delphinus and Gemini, the Twins,
Past Pegasus and Perseus on your way to Microscopium?
I could ask these kinds of questions
Until time stands still
But we’ll be long gone by then
And I will have never been quite filled
With all of the wonder
Life in this Universe brings
Me to the end of another good day
Far better than the best of all dreams.
Long ago, when the sun and earth were one flesh held tight
When male and female were one light
Shining as the white moon, turning as the wheel of night
We had immeasurable might
Because we had four legs, four ears, eight eyes and four hands
We had two faces that looked towards the heavenly lands
Saklas, terrified of our searching and wandering
But still desiring man to continue sacrificing
Sliced that moon into two for our light to start dimming
And so, each half was filled with trembling hunger and longing
For their other half, because death came when the moon split
They both tasted gnosis, but they were cast into the pit
After thousands of years wandering in the swirling dark
Adam heard the baptism of the lamb, the new and holy ark
He cried out to his son Seth, for the firstborn morning spark
"My sole living son, go the stars and Armozel to embark
In receiving the oil from the tree of mercy and life
In order to anoint my body in this tomb, now my wife
I, Seth, went to the high stars of the draco constellation
And prayed for the oil for my father's consolation
Armozel, the first angel, appeared in a revelation
"Do not weep Seth, for the oil of white grapes of salvation
For the oil will only be granted when the morning appears
When the firstborn morning spark will dry up all of man's tears "
"All mankind will get the fiery oil, all will bow the knee
When the spark will come down in flesh and become the gnosis tree
Becoming the blazing morning for all sleepers to see
Awakening the dead from their tombs, against nature's decree
At that time, Adam and Eve, male and female will unite
The sun and earth will become one flesh of heavenly moonlight"
There was an eerie feeling that represented a full moon.
Is it time? The skeleton asked his bunkmates, or is it too soon?
Sure, one replied. Let’s show them that dead is not dead.
They climbed out of their sleeping quarters, their earthy black bed.
October for sure, but is it Halloween? One of the skeletons asked.
The old wise one nodded, but he did not reply. Deep in his flask.
What are you drinking? One of the other boney ones queried.
He shook his fist at him, full of temper. A tiny vole scurried.
Halloween moon, a ghoul who had stopped by quietly said.
He was standing next to Dracula’s son, Draco B. Ted.
Let’s give the humans some howling, scare them into a mood.
Okay, agreed the wise one, but then can we get some food?
Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands high stallion horse,
Entering the Great hall with mask that had a green neon glow.
Hermione was not easily found, but I spotted Ron’s hair right away.
He was attempting to perform a small spell to help out a Ravenclaw.
Hufflepuffs were clumping around, not mingling, like every day.
Draco Malfoy, my nemesis is a guy that I almost immediately saw.
Why do we allow mudbloods into Hogwarts? He was demanding.
He is a broken record, that Neanderthal, full of hate if you ask me.
He is always politicizing, and his motives are full of under-handing.
I could wait until this night was over, no one here I wanted to see.
A small Slytherin slithered past me wearing a snake costume. I laughed.
Hagrid came by with two dragons, which were not legal, I will bet.
Ron said “You knew me, didn’t you? I should have come as a giraffe.
No, I liked. You had me fooled. Hermione walked by then with her pet.
When did she get a grampoodle? I asked my pal whose face was red.
I did not know she had one, she probably conjured it herself, he said.
Hermione turned and gave him that withering look she has mastered.
A new Gryffindor recruit threw up on the next chair, he was totally plastered.
"Life is about taking risks to get what you want."
Quote by _ Adam Lambert
Adam Lambert,
runner up on American Idol 2009. Oh, that hurt !
But with magnetic power and charisma he toured with Queen,
his makeup, flamboyance, costumes and vocals are to be seen.
Adam's first real job was on a cruise ship,
with theater and singing- his courtship;
he grew up in San Diego,
rising to fame, a Draco ...
a twisting constellation, a starship !
So talented, "music is where my heart is," he declares,
and his performances on stage leave audiences in tears.
On a wild journey, touring, creating albums and singles,
while touring with Queen, gathering awards and accolade sprinkles.
Santa Claus hired a dragon, Donnie Draco
to bring shy elves out of their cocoons;
he trains them to deliver the presents,
as meeting humans for them, is not pleasant.
Humans are huge and tower over elves,
and they would prefer just to sit on shelves.
Donnie's courage lends them strength;
don't worry, he keeps them at arm's length.
Donnie takes them around to stores,
to meet children, by the scores.
Sometimes a push or urging one needs,
to help a shy elf to proceed.
The kids just love to see old Donnie;
Santa thinks a Christmas Dragon's funny.
Well, really, truly yes, it is;
it lends a dimension to this seasonal biz.
And when these little elves are broken in,
Donnie goes home to visit with his kin;
high in the mountains of the North Pole,
in a cave called, "The Old Dragon Hole".
So if at Christmas, in a store you see,
a dragon the size of a Christmas tree
and tiny, shy elves that he is training,
do try not to end up fainting.
For Donnie's kind is a peaceful lot,
really though, if you think not,
just look inside yourself and see,
that deep with us all, a dragon be.
END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
documents forged
a trigger activates
illicit action
Centre remains perfection
resurrection
Claim no marriage for
money honeyed
both are paper thin
dust speckled dragonflies
glide into geraniums cry
Truth mourns
hen-chicken ferns
hush murky tears
car ignition fear
burns
Pain has nowhere to
pulse but deep within
stealth sidles sleep
jealousies bleep
forever laced in viral
lanced cellular haste
Antares and Arcturus
watch spiritual warriors
discuss hush actions
gush
Clothed in black head
to toe racing an Audi
making it glow, split
second disappearance
Light sees ass twitch
seeking protection from
words rained in past
reflections
Outgrown forms collapse
to usher in cycles of
initiatory synapse
What is this past anyway ?
Another man’s download
in a desert of dialectic
redemption fast
These end times hold
keys to Uruz strength
so wrenching deep
mouldy ceilings weep
glass teapot aches
growth changes rune
stone answers fake
Passages of Dark part
once again decay
death fertilization
gestation rebirth
this is progression
as mirth
Then Melchedzidek spoke
in cloak to Sham’s Forty
Rules of Love inked across
my marked forehead
mint plant pegged
ancient fern atop torn
garden statue stern
Who will take the
Leap of Faith leaving
to proclaim missions
without a fission
Spiritual warriors know
their inner laws when
writ in cursive upon
open doors
they care not when
orders to leave
fly thick and fast
not cheap
Miners died in vain cold
digging for gold sold to
adorn Draco throats torn
glistening gloat
forms dying disguised
as boss lost tossed
we know no collapse
will not be flossed
our timing spot
on glossed
We live life potent
respected radical
transition
seize a moment
seen the vision !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
The Door Slowly Creaked Open
To Run I had the Notion
But Standing there was Obviously my Host, a Tall, Frail Odd looking Guy...
I Stammered and Stuttered and Managed to say, "Hi."
He Correctly and Politely said, "I Bid you Welcome..."
"Why have you Come?"
I explained, "I don't Really Know...
But here's how the Tale Goes..."
I was in the Village Drunk
As a Skunk
And this Big Black Car Pulled Up
So in I did Jump
And it Brought me to your House."
Then I said, "Don't ask me anymore Whys, Whens, Whos, Wheres or Hows..."
He said, "Okay, well Anywho
I Brought Some Wine to you,"
The Wine, Will you have Some?"
He Continued, "I hope that it is to your Liking as Things Go."
"By the Way, Allow me to Introduce Myself, My Name is Prince Draco..."
I was Stunned and Blurted Out, The, The, The Wine Will be Fine..."
And on the Wine I did "Dine"."
Without Thinking
I said, "Why are you not Drinking"
He Smiled and said, "I Never Drink Wine..."
I Stopped in Mid Swig
And said, "Ahhh Okay, I Dig."
I Decided to Ask him, "Who was the Strange "Grim Reaper Guy" Guy
With Big Staring Eyes?"
He looked at me and Sighed"
"Oh that's Just Boris"
To him we don't take Much Notice..."
Then he Went on to say,
"He's just my Chauffeur, my Butler/Valle."
I said "Okay, "He don't talk too much
As such..."
But he comes at you with Stinky Heavy Touch."
Draco said at that,
"Yes, he's like that when he's Wearing his Black Hat"
"But Besides, Sometimes he talks too much."
He went on, "What Did Boris say this Time
That would make you of him Shy?"
I said, He did Nothing
That's the Thing
All the while me he did here Bring."
Draco said, "That Sounds very much like my Boris."
"You see, he's an Outsider and not really for us."
I Replied, "Well, I Guess that Boris could be Worse"
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 26, 2027
Once upon a time, a bold knight started his quest
That led him to the fearsome beast's enclave,
Radiant in an armor of courage shining like gold
Where the Dragon roared from disturbed sleep,
As vile creature spewed blasts of heated flame,
Unsettling the master's gait down to the rocks.
But the hero regained fast with his shield, mighty
As lightning, and charged the dragon once, twice;
To where the barbed point struck a monster's chest...
Undaunted, this giant Draco retaliated in haste
Lashing out talons upon our hero's smaller form,
While the mad creature drew it most lethal blow
Now causing the noble knight to fall into a daze.
O, his loyal unicorn retrieved his master's sword
That angered the dragon, anew, reeling a fire...
With his steed alive through chroming on its head
In daring rush, brave knight punctured enemy's sides
Aiming at Draco's eyes, the poison found there;
Like a whip, the empire's villain met its death:
And gallant victor pulled the dragon's head
Which he offered to the king-- a prized endowment,
As for our warrior... dearest princess, his bride!
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Eve Roper's Once Upon A Time Contest
2/6/2017