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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!
The sword of truth there is nothing hidden that shall not be made known I repent of believing lies and seeing wrong in my brothers eyes Two wrongs never make a right to err is human to forgive is divine Playing with the wrong fire could forever burn Calling the cold ghost out of darkness into the true light False ways always dismay I hope you don’t fall away The slayer broken upon its own beak the truth you should seek I don't want to repeat the mistake the same way or see my brother weak within in your fanciful feasts you glory in false fires Praying to false horns and drinking a wicked mead listening to lying cries of Valkyrie Calling the cold ghost out of darkness into the true light Witchcraft and rebellion walk hand in hand Lord Jesus open their eyes deliver us from the power of lies Thank you for forgiveness of sins and the inheritance among them that sanctified by Your faith that is in You The Amen Rev 18:23 And the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived.
I
Don't
Need
Proof
Of
Your
Growth
Hope and Love
Brittery
Flowers
Sprout
In
The
Hour
Of
Hope
&
Luv
Airplanes
Do
Land
Young
And
Beautiful
You
Are,
Much
Like
Me
In
Times
Of
Tribulation
And
Jubilation
Bring
Me
Down
Under
Eyes
Release
Waterfalls
Of wonderfulness
I
Am
Torn
Apart
By
Sorrow
That
I
Will
Feel
This
Yesterday's
Tomorrow
...
..
.
..
...
Do
You
Hear
Me
Cry
?
Don't
Ask
Why
?
??
???
??
?
Do
You
Hear
My
Plea-
Inspired
Prayer
?
Slayer
To
Sin...
Leave
My
Presence
From
Deeeeep
Within
...
..
.
..
...
Hand
Me
A
Key
To
UnLoCk
The
Truth
&
Peace
Plz...
That
Peace
That
Re-re-
Re-re-
Renews
My
Tragedy
In
Reverse...
Getting
A
Grip
On
The
Rope
Hope
On
Its
Last
Strand...
Until
It
Snaps
!
!!
!!!
!!
!
Ripped
Off
At
The
Mall...
Banging
My
Fist
Upon
The
Abstract
Art
Wall
X
XO
XOX
XOXO
XOX
XO
X
Mad
As
A
Hornet,
For
I
Love
You
&
I
Hate
You...
I
Like
You,
Yet
I
Despise
You...
Dislike
The Things you do and what you put me through...you make me hesitate and I'm the hue of blue
I
Am
Sewn
By
God's
Spirit and Aura
Do you forgive me?
Oh Lord of accord...
I no longer envy
everyone's optimistic and pessimistic chord
^_^
I
Am
Hoarding
These
Feelings
Of
Falling
For
You
:>)
XD
Did
You
Actually
Answer
My
Prayer
Of
Help-
Me-
Plz?
C;
Hand me a compass to lead me to a peaceful path...do me a favor and give me a helping hand that scrubs me with the bubbly liquids of hope and love and be my crow dove tonight because it's black and white that I love you with all my mesmerizing might - it's my write to right to you...it's my way of getting my way with you too...but I'll dig up brains for myself, though I'm sick with the luv flu that is a below shelf
I
Can't
Hold
On
To
Someone
So
Good
Enough...
That
Izzzzzzz
Full
Of
Luv
From
Abuv
I
Can't
Get
Enough
Uv
Eyez
On
Fire
Of
Desire,
But
Put
In
The
Front
Fire...
Lift
Me
Higher,
My
Graceful
Glow
Keep
Growing,
My
Brittery
Flower
Just
One
More
Hour...
Wings
Do
Fly
As
Long
As
You
Show
Off
Our
Love-Hate
Oath...
Out
Of
The
Cave...
Of
Timid
Brave
I emerged / born with a silver pen in hand
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil
…tightening their grip
A soul adrift in a sea of
…self-made iniquity.
I buried my daddy
…in the black shoe
…by the Yew tree
Yes, I, the beekeeper’s daughter
…bearing the weight of hexagonal cells
A hive of memories
…buzzing with secrets.
The bell jar shattered
….a fractured hive.
Its glass walls no longer a prison
…but a shattered cocoon
……a metamorphous!
Pain and disdain drip like honey
…a bittersweet nectar of survival.
He, a poet
…crowned in the harsh light of fame
Bound in chains of duty and shame
His words
…a romance of lure and alarm.
Echoing the sirens' song
…enticing and harmful.
Yet, his tongue
…a viper’s forked lie.
Whispers truths and half-truths
…conjuring illusions to die.
Wandering the maze of being
A little fugue of
…fractured fairytales.
Each note a fleeting glimpse of clarity
Lost in the discordant
…cacophony of life's emptiness.
Like my "Little Fugue" a dance of shadows
A journey through the corridors of the mind
Seeking answers in the interplay of light and dark
Striving for harmony amidst the chaos
Parchment of blood and ink I leave
A riddle of life and death's plea
Maniacal madness with visions slight
A macabre dance upon the night.
Ariel, brings lightning and fire!
With heavy heart
…I sealed my children's room.
Softly kissed them farewell
……Extinguishing the final flame within.
Enveloped in oblivion's velvet veil
………Yielding to the oven’s cold caress.
…………No, more morning songs...
Inscribed a cryptic goodbye
Breathed in the silent slayer.
For, I Lady Lazarus
…Dying is an art
……Faded into the ether…
Her blacks crackle and drag, a fire of new birth
Flames licking at the borders of life
Consumed by oblivion's greedy blaze
Lost in the vast cosmic ray.
The embers die
…a fleeting spark gone
No masterpiece
…….just dust reclaimed
A silent echo in the void unstained.
A mystery lost
………never quite explained.
Yet, God's Lioness
...Fierce and Untamed
Roaring her defiance
…Covered in darkness…
----
Underneath the star-strewn skies
A fleeting passing note.
Lost in the vast expanse
Living on the edge
For, I am but a speck of dust.
THE HAKIMI'S GAME
He is a professional player,
Plays properly for his Parisian payer.
Family travels & lives the Player.
Player invites a beautiful slayer.
She laid rape allegations against the Player.
Even Ramadan couldn't stop the Player
from dotingly detesting the stranger.
No gainsaying he probably hates her!
Is the acting accuser another player
obliviously trying to play on the Player?
The untold truthful tips are only a layer
beneath this whole brouhaha.
Player vehemently issues a flat denial.
Nonfictive tale; she plays Beverly Naya,
the professional Player plays for his payer.
It's a rigmarole of "Who's playing who?"
And "Who is playing the fool?"
The jury wished to be a seer,
to identify the player and the Player.
Despite the case being adjourned,
Mass madness of memes had turned.
'net bandwagon of jibes & jokes I joined.
The case is still unresolved for the Player.
No comments from his payer either.
Though the stranger might be a slayer
but she could also be the true player.
Then Player's wife jettisoned the game,
because the case remains the same.
It's game day, but she wants no games,
and heaved on him all the blames.
She files for divorce & leaves the Player,
surely this should make her wealthier.
Player finds no ease with his Spanish wife,
The turn of events is about to change his life.
The foreigner played the case as a forerunner
and played the foreigner's game with the Player.
50% of his sweat to be forfeited on a plater,
She designs to suck him alil' & live him bitter.
But he played his wife's game & beat her,
Oh boy! He just couldn't miss the sitter,
instead, he became boisterously better.
Court said Player had nothing in his account.
All the money? What he did was hack out
every penny into Mama's bosom.
If actions were humans, I'd say that's handsome.
He'd played out his cash before being played
by the slayer & his player whose plan is arrayed,
But Hiba Abouk ended up being played.
Now, her money to be shared is warily laid.
"Player" is played by the Player & fuels his fame.
Please don't hate the Player, hate the game.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Alliteration
Copyright ©? April 2023.
#thehakimisgame #sadiamouth #vickmanuelpoetry
She moans and tosses
He sleeps lightly as always
And quickly is wide awake
Aware of her every move
He knows what will follow
He is ready
The moaning becomes a scream
He feels the terror
Knows the vile dragon that she battles
In her nightmare
Filled with hatred for the beast
He moves closer to her
“Don’t touch me!
Get your dirty filthy hands off me
“Get off…Get OFF
Stop it! STOP!” She shrieks
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
And he gently shakes her awake
Then moves back
As she bursts into sobs
“It’s just a dream…
I’m here….sh….there now
It’s only me!
He’s gone…he’s gone!”
And yet…though every cell
Is dying to rock her in his arms
He holds back
Knowing…she will cringe at his touch
And push him away
If he moves too fast
First he must slay the dragon
“I’ll never let him touch you again”
He whispers…gently moving closer…closer
“He’s gone…Gone.”
He is almost there
“If he EVER lays a finger on you…
I’ll make him pay….
You’re safe with me.
He won't EVER hurt you again."
Her hysterical sobbing
Quiets down
Almost imperceptibly
She sits up and pulls her knees in to herself
Burying her face in them as she rocks back and forth
Crying....more softly now
“NO ONE will ever hurt you again….”
There…he’s ready to gather her into his arms
She looks up into his eyes
The look of revulsion disappears
When she sees the dragon slayer of her dreams
There beside her…with love in his eyes
Still she holds back...feeling tainted, spoiled…dirty
Her hands running up and down her arms
Desperate to clean the marks
Of dragon fingerprints
Burned into her flesh
He understands and whispers
“You are mine now"…
He holds her hand
"You are so beautiful....
My angel…
I'm"...
And before he finishes
She throws herself into his arms
And holds on for dear life
To the dragon slayer...
Her savior
He doesn't know how long it takes
Until she falls back to sleep
Her even rhythmic breathing
Warming his neck
His arms enfolding her
There is so much he can't understand
So much of her that he still doesn't know
But he is sure of one thing…
He’d give his everything
He'd give his life
To slay every last dragon
Of her night.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
We know we are right and we will fight
If you dare appose us we will bite
When good doers think they have a chance
We take their idea and we do the dance
We are the law that makes the choice
And no one can keep their face in a good poise
Because we will smack them with a hammer
As we see them we will make them stammer
Just because we are justice
And we try to do some odd practice
Now we will get back on track
We the people take charge and attack
Wait, what are we attacking? the people that are not right
Oh! thats just my brothers and sisters oh! they are a sight
Now look here, we, we the people makes laws
It doesn't matter how many people open their jaws
I'm all confused, we are the people, did we not choose?
We are, but certain people are just to loose
Fine, this is what the new law we want to appose
Why? because we are confused about what we chose
Using we as a word is to many
It takes all of us even granny
So this is what we want to do, is put I and you separate
And the other that we are to choose to elaborate
I am going to say this, we are to many individuals
So we separate the ones who are good doers
That does not make sense
To put all the yous and I's in a group, it's just dense
Are you with me? no I am with myself in this
I am going to rub it in your face and be in a bliss
So I will do the justice myself, and you has decide to disobey
This is what I mean to do, and it will be O.K.
Debating myself is some what kinda weird
You need to be by my side because we make choices better
So this time you and I will just make justice a letter
The clue is what we do that is some what true
It's funny when words play a game to argue the virtue
When I mean I, I mean I, and when I say you, it is you
When I say we, it is us, and that is what my argument is all about, too.
Fifty, fifty is what the Dragon Slayer is saying, it becomes no greater nor smaller
We are all at fault and our decisions that we have made is for all of us to stand taller
Even when it is wrong and we do things to put down the strong
And our arguments become pointless and long
Our justice is when we started to put it on paper and making it a law that stand
So all of us, in the long run will simply decide to band
Again I wake in this wretched place
Where the devil glares with grimaced face
Reading my heart, stripping it bare
Savoring the scent of the secrets there
I'm slipping and sliding, the ice too thin
Carefully creeping, lest I fall in
I'm holding on tight with a white knuckle grip
Knowing he waits, for the moment I slip
And just as before, the first time I fell
He stood at the ready, casting a spell
Quick as a wink, he swiftly swooped in
Leading me down his pathway of sin
Dashing and daring, he's handsome and strong
He tied me in strings; then led me along
His clutch was so quick, I had nowhere to run
From the cold calculation, he fancies as fun
He baits a fine trap, with flattery and fawn
Seeking the weak to use as his pawn
Once I was trapped, caught in his snare
I was twisting and turning, gasping for air
He's a devil disguised, with eyes of deep blue
But nothing he says is faithful or true
So ladies beware, he's cold as a snake
And the treasure he offers, is gaudy and fake
But this time I stand strong, I'm adept to his game
Won't be fooled by his charms or bullied by shame
I'm squaring my shoulders, I'm calling his bluff
A lesson hard learned, and enough is enough
I say…bring it on you sly devil, this time you'll be beat
I'm wise to the tricks of a liar, a cheat
You can't take my heart, I've locked it away
Now…I am the slayer and you are the prey
So stare if you must, you'll have no affect
The passion in me, you can't resurrect
Your whispers fall dead, like leaves on a grave
You'll have none of me, or the homage you crave
May you lie there twisting, kicking up dust
With your mind full of soot and your heart full of rust
I've broken the chains that have long held me down
I picked up the mirror and turned it around
So, just look at yourself, you're sordid, unclean
There's nothing to you, behind the smokescreen
Smoke and mirrors together is a dangerous pair
They'll make you believe in what's really not there
The laugh is on you, cause I've learned your game
And the favor you seek, you'll never reclaim
I'm no more the victim, of your wretched deceit
And the armor I wear, you'll never defeat
How did you find me here ghost
I thought I was done with your haunting
My Uncle told me you were my enemy
I know I left you in Baghdad
Yet here you are this night
But I still have no fear
No. it is I you shall fear
For I am the slayer of the ghost
I am the one who goes bump in the night
Don’t you forget, I am the one who does the haunting
Remember your dance with this devil dog in Baghdad
I am still your worst enemy
Besides, I forgave you, my enemy
For what, I am not sure, but I must admit I admired your lack of fear
That ugly, dusty night on that roof top in Baghdad
Now let us go our separate ways ghost
And agree to put an end to the haunting
Please go now, in to the night
I mean, I will let you to be this night
For I no longer consider you my enemy
Not this day, but one day ghost, I will put an end to my haunting
As I have promised you so many times, I will stop putting others in fear
Leave me now and you and I will be in peace ghost
I was sure the therapy left you in Baghdad
Yet here you are two clicks from Kabul, a long way from Baghdad
This mission does not concern you on this cold night
I wish you would let me be, so I can focus on the task at hand ghost
I have moved on now and I beg you do the same, for Sam found me a new enemy
You would be proud of this one too, for he also shows no fear
Please let me be, and stop the haunting
No? Then tonight, together, we must do the haunting
We can be on the same team, unlike Baghdad
Together, we will show no fear
Not us, not on this night
For they are now our enemy
Cover my six ghost
I dream of days before I met you, my self-created demon, days of innocence and laughter all gone; wow did I grow up fast in that sand box. Now here we are haunting this new land, high in the Hindu Kush on this frigid night.
Together on this mountain, nations away from that home you once called Baghdad, within ear shot of our new common enemy.
We are so close now demon I can smell ‘em; show no fear my constant companion, for you shall soon have some company. Perhaps their aim will be truer than yours and it will be me this time ghost.
She moans and tosses
He sleeps lightly as always
And quickly is wide awake
Aware of her every move
He knows what will follow
He is ready
The moaning becomes a scream
He feels the terror
Knows the vile dragon that she battles
In her nightmare
Filled with hatred for the beast
He moves closer to her
“Don’t touch me!
Get your dirty filthy hands off me
“Get off…Get OFF
Stop it! STOP!” She shrieks
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
And he gently shakes her awake
Then moves back
As she bursts into sobs
“It’s just a dream…
I’m here….sh….there now
It’s only me!
He’s gone…he’s gone!”
And yet…though every cell
Is dying to rock her in his arms
He holds back
Knowing…she will cringe at his touch
And push him away
If he moves too fast
First he must slay the dragon
“I’ll never let him touch you again”
He whispers…gently moving closer…closer
“He’s gone…Gone.”
He is almost there
“If he EVER lays a finger on you…
I’ll make him pay….
You’re safe with me.
He won't EVER hurt you again."
Her hysterical sobbing
Quiets down
Almost imperceptibly
She sits up and pulls her knees in to herself
Burying her face in them as she rocks back and forth
Crying....more softly now
“NO ONE will ever hurt you again….”
There…he’s ready to gather her into his arms
She looks up into his eyes
The look of revulsion disappears
When she sees the dragon slayer of her dreams
There beside her…with love in his eyes
Still she holds back...feeling tainted, spoiled…dirty
Her hands running up and down her arms
Desperate to clean the marks
Of dragon fingerprints
Burned into her flesh
He understands and whispers
“You are mine now"…
He holds her hand
"You are so beautiful....
My angel…
I'm"...
And before he finishes
She throws herself into his arms
And holds on for dear life
To the dragon slayer...
Her savior
He doesn't know how long it takes
Until she falls back to sleep
Her even rhythmic breathing
Warming his neck
His arms enfolding her
There is so much he can't understand
So much of her that he still doesn't know
But he is sure of one thing…
He’d give his everything
He'd give his life
To slay every last dragon
Of her night.
Eileen Manassian Ghali