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It is a moonlit night
in my dream,
and the water is still with no ripples.
The Loch Ness is
a large, deep waterway
in the Scottish Highlands.
This is where
Nessie
lives, so it is said, anyways.
No one is really sure
if Nessie is for real or just folklore.
Some say
it is a hoax.
Some see a dragon creature or a serpent,
or perhaps a monster fish or a water beast,
but all affectionately call this creature, Nessie.
It is all very mysterious.
Since the Sixth Century,
to this very day
people have seen a creature
rising. Did you know,
the Loch is ten thousand years old,
dating back to the Ice Age, and
frozen for twenty thousand years.
It is a moonlit night
in my dream,
and the water is still with no ripples.
Then, in silence a small black head rises
followed by a long neck and huge body.
I watch in my dream as Nessie swims
under the full moon and hanging clouds,
as far off lightning flashes to Earth in the grey sky.
All is quiet and tranquil for Nessie, and my dream.
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December 15, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Nessie
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9723-22-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
"Oh, precious dragon you're ever so beautiful Your freshness caress surrounds my body you provide me with bliss and old perfect dragon how beautiful you are for my Consciousness does insist yet I resist your choices you speak to me and soft mellow tone you're handsome beautiful your glorious did I say awesomely beautiful and yet you endanger me even tracked me he send your snares to Captivate me oh how Bleak the midnight death Eternal chain by the ankle tossed into the abyss old Dragon beautiful Dragon I resist your tempting kiss well well into my fable I sit here at this desk at a table with a pen in hand I write a novel where I envisioned you dragon you're not a nine mystical creature you you're not an addiction yet it's you my bad habit I'd have chosen this entrapment as I battle you your thoughts your spoils So Glorious you are two behold and yet tempting trickster you're a liar and you're the father of Lies You Learn me with emotion compassion and I'm felt devotion bu friendly you're a liar endangerment I shall not no longer to linger with you why I don't want to be chained by the ankle and encased in Hell's fire,
O, Friendly Dragon, beautiful that you are ankle bound with chains are you worth saving
Selah!!!
10/18/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Written for North Omaha Writers group (NOW) Class assignment
Snapdragons (edit)
One is a serpent on the wing, the other a butterfly.
Each belongs to species created from
tissue paper, water, and light.
When half-awake I can hear the droning
of their nocturnal flights,
amber engines rattle cut-glass hangers
as they lift off to carpet bomb our dreams.
Some are more wolf than dragon,
they form packs of loup-garou,
and snap at the heavy-handed
and too fleshy fingered florists.
Those not employed in directing
disbelievers toward dragon lore
retire to flower as urban myths,
their chiffon wings and origami faces
masking many a peppery passion.
Are compelled to get a project started
Run when half finished
Impulsive
Enthusiastic
Selfish
(This is from the Zodiac)
Year Of The Rooster: Chinese Zodiac
Roosters are:
Deep thinkers
Capable
Talented
Busy
Devoted beyond capabilities
Deeply disappointed if they fail
Bit eccentric
Often have difficulties with others
Always think they are right and usually are
Emotions swings from high to low
Loners
Give impression they are adventerous but inside not
Can be selfish
Too outspoken
Can be interesting
Can be very brave
Compatible with :ox, snake,dragon
(Info from internet-Chinese Culture Center of San Francisco)
Form:
We look for acceptance in the things we do
We are all different in the way we perceive
I am who I am and so are you
We can live together if we believe
See that kid with the purple hair
He sure is different, can't you tell
If we can't accept him and show we care
Then we are the one's who should rot in hell
See that girl, she's only fourteen
Pregnant already, for goodness sake
If we don't love her and we treat her mean
We will lie in the bed we make
See that girl with the dragon tattoo
She sure s different, isn't she
When she gets put down, she feels blue
So I guess she's a lot like you and me
Children all should know their worth
They should all have their own dream
Each one is different from the day of birth
Each will struggle with their self-esteem
Too many times we look but do not see
We instill a sense of fear
They are different than we would have them be
So we listen but we do not hear.
Do not be self-conscious or anything, but I have got my big ,rotatorof an eye on you.
I know your mama and yourdad, and I’m willing to let them know if you are not being true.
I cannot tell you that it is never odd or even, but I can tell you that it’s midway, and blue.
Eve, Bob, Otto and Anna are ready to jump right in that kayak and stack cats if they have to.
Don’t pop your eyes at me, young lady. I do not care if we are at the civic center; I feel free
To do whatever I have to, to keep Evil Olive in check, and you also, my little bumble bee.
Who is looking for a nut for a jar of tuna? There is no lemon, no melon, and it’s 9:03.
The radar gun is in the van with Hannah, anyway it was at noon, so I thought that it still might be.
Someone is outside the civic center is yelling, “No garden, one dragon!” What does that mean anyway?
I brought this 6th grade level field trip with me to have an interesting, fun-filled, learning challenged day.
I don’t need some nut-bucket ruining it for me, on every level, this is totally wrong, and I don’t play!
The mirror rimis brushing against the tailgate of the bus we brought, but that is for the driver to say.
Now where in the Sam hill crazy town, is that blue nylon solokayak that was attached to the top of our bus?
I thought we could have one blasted solo-inspired field trip to the civic center without a bunch of fuss.
I realize it is noon, and people are hungry and crabby, and the blue kayak is a big fat muss.
But you have to realize that Eve, Bob, Otto, and Anna were the ones assigned to straighten this big tuss.
I always get the blame when things go wrong, as everyone blames the poor old mama.
The dad is just as much to blame, but there he goes, taking off on a fat llama.
I’m ready to pop my cork, and pitch a fit that would shock the Dad, so much.
Aha! Here he is, back to chow down his fabulous, hand-stacked pepperoni lunch.
While Up And Adrift In Cloud 9...
Reprieve from damp,
and rainy, or sultry weather,
I schlepped a
light weight Shaker
made folding chair
out upon Jim Baker
Nabor's green acre
and once enthroned
as a " FAKE FAKIR"
in rubberized web
bing (seam ming lee
lapis lazuli trimmed),
this body of mine
lapsed into Quaker
state averse to focus attention,
gnome hatter eyes fixedly glute
to the pages, sans
newsworthy printed material,
to apprise and jute
keeping me astute
with major local and global
journalistic burning hotspots
whatsapp pining (the
most recent issue Newt
about Gingrich commendable
TIME magazine), boot
with rather light
breeze tolerably blowing
temperate, moderate air currents
enveloping this here ole coot,
who aint got Hoot
tee and the Blowfish, nor toot
from no mo' magic flute,
thus by natural
dint cocked mean
looking head (you figure out
which one) between
the devil and the
deep blue seas tureen,
which gaze extended clean
skyward to cerulean vault
populated with strunk
and white tufts
in stark contrast did lean
in to the verdant rich green
sward abuzz within
invisible micro ecosystems
niched and stitched by Jean
E. Huss flora Dean
and endearing fauna
minted quartered gene,
which hubbub of variegated
organisms sound
accompanied motley crue
of each scudding soundcloud
shape shifting bill
low whee near weightless
(cottony ma their) keen
stern preachily mass stir,
then puff (like
a magic dragon),
no more easily seen.
(for J.B.P.)
A polarizing figure
A catalyzing force
A man for all seasons
He’s a man called Horse
A strong man in the wheelhouse
A tall man in the field
No crow of ruin touches him
His constitution, steeled
What dragon of today
Could touch that mighty pen?
Demonized, lionized
All faces at once
Like Einstein or Picasso
An immortal eminence
His enemies can’t catch him
Though they try and try
Their straw-man feats of idiocy
Are quickly sent to die
What dragon of today
Could still that mighty voice?
And now he fights the dragon
Of an ideology
That seeks to reinvent the world
And up-end reality
But Saint George has his hood on
His chainmail and his flail
And he’ll take that sword to the cynics’ board
And remove the serpent’s tail
So to prove that truth can’t fail
What dragon of today
Could singe that mighty heart?
Now here is a subject
you may not want to discuss
But I.m going to do it anyway
even if it causes some form of fuss
I have seen some illustrations
depicting how a perfect human poo should look
Is it long, does it float, is it crumby is it heavy
When it drops to the bottom of the toilet bowl,
the dunny seat did it appreciate being shook
Now here's an aspect of a poo
that never seems much revealed
What's the colour what is normal
now here's a bit of information I'm about to yield
Now you may me regard me as a weirdo
a crazy kind of chap
My poo it changes colour
every time I crap
When I eat some yummy paw paw
the colour comes out yellow
Now relieved . I've got some evidence
to prove I'm a most unusual type of fellow
When i eat some dragon fruit
I deposit stuff that's red
That confirms at least the day before
I was well and truly fed
The black chocolate sapotes, a magnificent type of fruit
consistency they never let me down
What I vision at the bottom of the toilet bowl
it's always the same dark chocolate brown
Let's talk about bananas, I eat em by the dozen
it's time now for inspection what an awesome sight
The colour that's been deposited
I'm describing as off white
So don't take anything for granted
and never forget to check your poo
You may be quite amazed to find
what was once inside of you
I have an innate desire
to be remembered as the Rainbow Man
I check out all these other fruits
surely there are some that will satisfy my plan
There's purple grapes
nothing's happened there
No luck forthcoming either
from the greenage of a pear
The orange is much too juicy
the colour goes straight through
What about some blueberry
to catch the blue I'd probably have to swallow glue
Rainbow Man regretfully it cant be done
I'll have to stick with the monicker every one does know
But I'd still like to discover
a fruit with colour indigo
Now if you think that any verse
is a figment of my imagination
Would you like a photo
I can provide some truthful verification
Outline of the Book of Revelations
Introduction and Apocalyptic Christ, Ch 1
The 7 Churches, Ch. 2-3
Heavenly Liturgy, Ch. 4
Scroll and the Lamb, Ch. 5
Seven Seals Ch. 6-7
Seven Angelic Trumpets, Ch. 8-11
Seven Apocalyptic Personages
a. Mother Mary, Ch. 12
b. Father Christ
c. Michael
d. Dragon
Satanic Trinity
a. Devil, Ch. 12
b. Sea Beast, Ch. 13
c. First Angel against Devil
d. Second Angel against Sea Beast
e. Third Angel against Land Beast
14,000 Virgins, Ch. 14
Seven Bowls of Wrath, Ch. 15-16
Fall of Whore City, Ch. 17-18
Marriage Liturgy of the Lamb, Ch. 19
The Millennium, Ch. 20
a.. Judgment of the Beasts, Satan and the Dead
New Heaven, New Earth, New Jerusalem, Ch. 21
River of Life, Ch. 22
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