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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.
There was no alcoholics in my family,
but there was some heavy drinking on weekends.
Personally, I kicked the habit at a very young age.
Prohibition was repealed, but not in our home county.
I was to learn later that our county was an alcohol dry county,
but the county next to ours was a very wet one, and it always
spilled into our county and made it as wet as wet could be. If for
some reason an adequate supply did not flow, there was always plenty
of 'home made stills'. I was always an inquisitive little lad and wondered
what all the fuss was about when it came to alcoholic beverages. It seemed
to make people joyful, smiley, and happy. So at around 5 or 6 years of age, I decided to take a sip of whisky, but I knew that I would have a very bad day if I got caught. There was plenty in the refrigerator and the coast was clear. It was now or never, and my venture into the world of alcohol became both 'a now and a never'. I took one drink and an internal combustion lit up within me like a fire cracker on the 4th of July. I don't know if AA existed when I was 5, but I did not need anybody's program to fix me. I both started and stopped drinking at the same time, nevermore a drink except for Holy Communion.
120520PSCtest, Story From Your Childhood Poetry Contest, L Milton Hankins
Each cherished memory of mine...cause iz woe
Analogous to unique ventifact for shore
and seven years ago,
where time and tide faintly roar
within noggin o'this common Joe
reviewing silent film unreleased,
unpopular, unimpressive tour
de force if technology existed
to broadcast and show
projected on big screen only
to elicit chore
tills whereby rotten tomatoes
lobbed accompanied by dough
less bro (i.e. an alter ego equally hoar
rubble at lifelong accomplishments), though
woke to awareness, whence
twilight years sped more
bajillion times faster than greased
lightning, when final adieu
will tide dully be high water mark
luke king point blank at poor
etch heave mints mostly
abysmally, equally,
pathetically barely drew
stick figures upon tabula rasa
mostly feeble scratches galore
looking at you
unknown reader, now
doddering, hobbling, loafing... ignore
rant of untold opportunities
(long fostered barnacle clad) view
wing gamut of healthy risk taking
avoidance in name of war
re: ness against challenging,
testing, upending... true
and tried loathsome
overstayed welcome, a deplore
hubble basket case squirreled
within bedroom, who
suffered rabid exhortations, objections,
ultimatums... told to shovel ordure
lack of gainful employment
beset courtesy a slew
of psychological mailer daemons
case closed by parental cloture
countless decades ague
reduced present fulfillment score
indelible bitterness toward
self confident self I never knew
afraid of doppelganger to
central processing unit silly con wayfair core.
I have a great appreciation for the song,
"I left my heart in San Francisco"*, and I have
a great understanding of why one would leave
his/her heart in such a beautiful and most
enchanting city.
Ocean Beach, Golden Gate Park,
and the Golden Gate Bridge. Hilly streets,
trolley cars, and Twin Peaks looking down on
Market Street. The list goes on. What's not to like?
But in spite of so much to like, after an 8-year stay,
I departed the city by the bay but did not leave my heart
there. In fact, it could ok inbetter be said that I FOUND MY HEART
in San Francisco. In the Sunset, the Western Addition, and
the Mission Districts, I FOUND MY HEART. In Japan Town, Faith Asbury,
China Town, the financial district, and the Tenderloin,
I FOUND MY HEART. At a funeral home through the words
of a 10-year-old boy, I FOUND MY HEART.
Moreover, while pastoring a small church on Post Street and Baker,
I encountered a homeless and hungry man who became, in my opinion, the greatest key to finding my heart. I was young,
ambitious, and most determined to change the world. I was laden with a deeply rooted arrogance that I never realized existed to such
a degree.
Day after day, Reuben came to the doors of the parsonage
requesting food and taking my attention away from what I thought was my mission. Looking back, before I met Reuben, I AM ASHAMED OF THE HEART I BROUGHT TO SAN FRANCISCO, but it was he who
enabled me to FIND MY HEART in San Francisco. I tell you, it was there
that God began to form a heart within me more like His own.
once upon a time,
May be the world was a dot,
Put in space by vast energy,
Where none of us existed at all,
That grew up in size by million emotions,
Putting on pressure to every point,
Where galaxies remained unknown to world,
Where oxygen and life flourished in steps,
At some point emotions bursted,
Control was lost by every piece,
Millions galaxies found their way,
To lit the path of life and light,
I was born far from that emotions,
To get the reason of explosion and bang,
But, still a joyful family and bae,
To explore the earth and milky way
Poetic injustice kvg .
You found the door -
The door which protected my worst nightmares
I didn't know existed,
and sheltered the basic needs my heart shunned
but never new it pined for
Tell me you didn't
You found the key
that unlocked the spring to my eternal winter,
the warmth to an endless frigid existence,
the glow within my ceaseless, hopeless night -
the feast no mind could hide,
but mine could not imagine -
from the bottomless famine that almost devoured me,
until you found the key
And I unlocked the door
Tell me I didn't
But you left—
the key that once unlocked an eternal spring,
stropped razor sharp -
etching immortal wounds that my blood once approved of
as you walked away
And now, life feels a shade darker than before—
like never having known the ecstasy of rich, dark chocolate
until, for one dazzling moment, its sweetness graced my tongue—
That taste—so sweet, so transformative—
is now forever lost,
leaving behind a bitter void
as I wander through days haunted by the memory
of a flavor I can never reclaim,
a hunger for a sweetness that vanished,
and a despair deeper than any winter's chill
Destined to never again know that door
now forever shut
One day
Morning sunshine
Warm and pleasing
Shining on the three walls that lock me in
Starting my daydreams
Travels around universe
No boundaries
No walls to hold me in
No toils to tire my bones
No stress to furrow my brow
Only endless oceans
Fields covered with a million flowers
Skies filled with velvety clouds
Alas, it is only a dream
A fantasy land that never existed
It is a place of dreams and wishes
My mind created it
My heart filled it with life and hope
Reality creeps back in
The real world returns as the happiness dies
Piles of papers strewn around
Files reach toward flickering neon bulbs
Day old coffee stains a cheap plastic cup
That is my life
That is what I awaken to see
The universe
The fields, flowers and clouds I have seen
The experiences I have had
They will all have to wait for now
They will have to wait for another daydream
Before the beginning of time, so we existed.
Without a beginning or end, I tell this tale.
The Commission of the Light Empire revoked my standing as Conjurer.
Stripped me my bags of dust.
In their ignorance they had ruled against me
on my relationship with a Bearer of Life.
Those Forms had underestimated me.
They would feel my wrath.
I submerged myself in the pit of boiling ids.
Sacrificed my borrowed guise.
Inhaled the woman I love, swore not to exhale.
Then placed my hands in the flow of the rushing Blood Falls.
So I willed it. So it was done.
The Commission no longer existed.
No other Form, or speck of life existed.
Once again it was I and the void.
My bags of dust in my possession,
my lover and I would etch out our Eternity as one.
With life in her womb, we would celebrate,
perhaps conjure a new world.
A world with Forms created in my image.
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name: Monsters and Marvels
09~10~2014
They spend seconds upon minutes upon hours upon days searching for the perfect words to illustrate her beauty
But they’ll never find these words because she leaves the earth speechless
Even if the words existed no one would have the courage to speak
Because when you see her, words resist falling from lips
And when she sees you see her, words hide from the mind
I don’t mean to be rude but I can’t take my eyes off you
For the one second that your eyes returned the favor of my gaze I found myself
I found myself once lost until I imagined you by my side
Lost with no care for direction as long as we continued to look the same direction
The next second ticked as I blinked to see nothing, no beauty or direction
Lost in the world with my eyes shut hoping you return by the time my eyes open
p.s. I am lost in your eternal beauty and I hope I never find a map…
Mom is becoming very tired.
She has trouble remembering
The meds Pop takes—and when.
A lot of good it does to remember.
We have found pills all over
Where he cheeks them and
Blows them around the room.
He is bitter and asks,” Why
Is God doing this to me?”
“I’ve tried to be good and kind.
A Christian.”
He called Morris to the room
And asked for the 357,
Knowing he might be the only
One to hear his plea.
Morris denied his wish, and cried.
He called us all one at a time—
And gave us guns from his safe.
Ammunition kept at a distance.
Ralph and I went to the driveway.
“It’s sad,” he said. “Someday
They’ll bulldoze this to the ground.”
“People will forget it was here—
Like we never existed.”
We’ve got to call Hospice,” I said.
Or we’re going to lose them both.”
A final bed.
The decision had been made.