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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!
It's 5:30 AM, sky bruised and quiet,
And he’s there at my feet, my loyal companion,
Eyes bright, no judgment, just need.
Out we go, one steady step, then another,
Field sprawled wide, we chase the edges of dawn.
Back home, the soft hum of her breathing,
Kids' backpacks lined, the day pulls at me
Like a string too tight, ready to snap.
She’ll mention Kirsty or Chanelle, that sour glance,
The unseen weight settling deep in my chest.
Dog's been sick on the sofa,
a mess to clean up.
Gaffer’s on edge; I was late last week,
Late again today, but I hold tight, keep my mouth shut,
Because I know my place in this ticking machine,
My hands on the wheel, the weight on my back.
Site hazards, the grind, every move a risk,
One wrong turn, it’s out the door,
No job, no check, holiday slipping away,
Kids’ smiles are just dreams I’m not sure I can keep.
And here I stand, silent, loaded with fear,
Shoulders set to hold all we need.
The night job was gone in a flash,
Zero hours, zero thought, zero hope.
I glance at my phone, every message a pull
To face the ones I’ve not seen in too long,
Mates left waiting in the empty hours
While I traded my joy for duty’s hard call.
Fuel’s low, spirits cracked,
And there she is, our little girl,
Waiting to dance with a smile I missed.
I sit here, empty tank, empty hands,
Wondering if I’ll break, if I’ll bend or stay still,
When the phone rings, it’s him, my friend,
The voice I forgot could ease this weight.
With words of work, a hand held out,
A site to supervise, steady pay on the rise,
I take his offer, grip tight to his faith.
And in his strength, I feel my own,
A quiet reminder that I am not alone.
So I go home, kiss foreheads soft,
Tell her I’m sorry for what I can’t always say.
My battle is quiet, a shadow I bear,
So they don’t know the scars I wear,
So they don’t feel the tremor beneath,
The moments I wrestle, the pain I hide.
Because I am here for them always.
A silent Atlas, strength worn down,
But still, I carry the world, weight and all.
And tomorrow, I’ll wake with dawn’s bruised sky,
Dog by my side, loyalty unasked but given.
And I’ll breathe, keep walking, one step, then the next,
Knowing that love is the light I keep,
And for them, I’ll rise, I’ll stand, I’ll protect.
blue planet water
blue sky just scattered sunbeams
dusk's red, unbent light
Brian Johnston
July 28,2014
Poet's Notes:
Isn't it great? Three wonders of nature explained in 17 words. It is so much fun
sharing my love of Physics with others. Lay people in general have no idea the
treasure they are missing. Of course Religious Literalists are the most deprived.
They literally live in the stone age (and the rock is all between their ears!)
Physics is not a replacement for God in my mind, but rather, like a beautiful
sunset, another way of viewing Him, of experiencing His love for us. Physics is
just a different perspective of the same mountain as it were.
God is mysterious (but he is also accessible) . He is a humanist (loving us as
He loves His own son) , a mathematician (the underpinnings of Physics) , a
musician (think of the joy we experience in all harmonies, even discordant
ones) , an artist (the waiting beauty of galaxies far exceeding the imagination
of man) , a humorist (who besides me doesn't think that it is extremely funny
that the Jews, as His chosen people, behaved no differently really than non-
Jews - God granting special favours clearly does not make us better people.
'Just do this for me God and I will never stray! ' Really just hilarious!) , and on
and on.
Really, as usual, Einstein had a very interesting perspective that I think we
should all embrace, 'Reality is an illusion! ' And so it is folks! The only posture
appropriate in the presence of God is one of extreme humility (and gratitude) .
Let me quote one of my own echo poems here, Echo: Alone Too...
Alone….. with the lost! Are prayers ever answered?
Alone….. my heart overwhelmed. Could that be a prayer?
I look at the rainbow as summer squall passes
And find that I'm grateful that I am a player.
Aren't all of life's problems, in the grand scheme of things (if we are honest)
really little more than a 'summer squall? '
Israel:
Yo, I’m Israel, the land of the brave,
From ancient times, my roots engrave.
A homeland promised, a dream fulfilled,
In '48, my state was willed.
I built my cities, made deserts bloom,
A beacon of hope, in the region’s gloom.
Security’s tight, I stand my ground,
Against all threats, I won’t back down.
Palestine:
I’m Palestine, with history deep,
My people’s pain, in silence weep.
Nakba came, and lands were lost,
A heavy price, at a human cost.
In '67, occupation’s grip,
My lands controlled, my rights stripped.
Checkpoints, walls, and daily strife,
A struggle for a normal life.
Israel:
Oh, I hear your pain, I see your plight,
But terror’s shadow haunts the night.
Peace requires mutual trust, they say,
Yet my actions speak another way.
Let’s find a way, to coexist,
A future where your voice is dismissed.
Two states, two peoples, side by side,
In peace and justice, let’s abide.
Palestine:
My people suffer, under siege,
Basic needs, a distant dream.
Homes demolished, olive trees burned,
A cycle of pain, where hope is spurned.
I cry for justice, a plea for peace,
For the occupation’s grip to cease.
UN calls, but actions stall,
While my people suffer, through it all.
Israel:
I seek peace, but rockets fly,
From Gaza’s strip, they light the sky.
I defend my people, my sovereign right,
Against all terror, I must fight.
I’ve offered talks, I’ve sought a way,
But trust is broken, day by day.
Security first, I can’t ignore,
The threats that knock upon my door.
Palestine:
Your words are hollow, your promises weak,
My people’s struggle, you refuse to seek.
You talk of peace, but build more walls,
Ignoring the world’s countless calls.
My spirit’s strong, my will unbent,
For justice and peace, my heart is sent.
In this battle of words, I stand tall,
For freedom and rights, I’ll never fall.
Men cannot be trusted
emotionless and hardened,
They tend to be aggressive
Then thoughtlessly are pardoned.
Promiscuously driven
With ego swelling large,
They're loud, endowed and over proud
And in your life they'll barge!
They see vastly different
They see a girl- a prize,
Their honesty is always great
Until they just tell lies.
They'll blame you for everything
They'll treat you as a game,
They're really not so interesting
Predictable and lame.
Hence before you run away
To whatever you have lusted,
Take heed of what I say...
For men should not be trusted.
Now, I could back this poem up
With proof of evidence,
As damages that most men do
Is astronomically immense.
Though I’m sure when they do read this
They’ll hate and much resent
The honesty and forthrightness
From a poetess unbent.
Yes we need to put them in their place
Before problems rise again
Wars and violence amongst our silence
All due to stupid men.
Though I wonder Joe and all that know
Andy and Big Randy
So I’ll admit just a bit
Men can be soooo handy !
And I’m fortunate to know
Good mans’ integrity
The ones who care a very rare
And voice this literally.
Though I’ve generalised and chastised
The ones not up to speed
I’ll be fair and I’ll share
Men…I know we need.
They’re great when they are good
Respectable and kind
They can be the bestest friends
And ease our worried mind.
Baby boys so wonderful
And innocence impart
Uplifting me, will always be
Forever in my heart.
The he whose not corrupted
It’s him I do commend
And loyal I will always be
To a good true friend.
How brothers I have missed you
Through the push and shove
And I am grateful never hateful
For platonic love…
Here here I’m not so sexist
Indifferent, a goner,
As I think of he who strengthens me
'tis he, I love and honour.
In the garden of the heart, where roses bloom, Your beauty awakens like dawn’s soft perfume. Each petal whispers a tale so sincere, A song of love only we can hear.
We are one, entwined in nature’s grand design, Held in a rose’s embrace, gentle and divine. Lost in the sea of timeless grace, Where love alone leaves its sacred trace.
Imagine a world where no eyes intrude, A silent dance, our private interlude. Our love, like roses, blooms unseen, In shadowed spaces, soft and serene.
Our hearts compose a melody of dreams, Each beat a note in love’s flowing streams. Through life’s garden, hand in hand, We find beauty where petals land.
A butterfly drifts on delicate wings, Pausing on roses, where hope softly clings. It ties our dreams with a ribbon so fine, A symbol of love’s eternal shine.
In this garden of endless bloom, We cast away fears, make room. For roses teach us to live with grace, And find harmony in every space.
The mist of feeling, tender and pure, Dwells in each rose, where love is sure. Let light dissolve the deepest night, As roses flourish in morning’s light.
We weave sunlight into our days, Finding balance in love’s warm rays. Each dawn brings a rose, bright and true, Guiding us through the quiet blue.
Come close, my love, and share this view, In the garden where hearts renew. The rose, eternal, a sacred sign, Of love that’s pure and forever entwined.
As shadows deepen and daylight fades, Roses endure in their graceful glades. Their fragrance tells of love’s sweet call, A bond unbroken, surviving all.
And when petals fall, their colors spent, The essence of our love remains, unbent. For within the heart’s eternal glow, Our love will thrive, as roses know.
So let us cherish each bloom we find, In the garden of the heart, so kind. With every petal, our love grows strong, Singing forever in roses’ song.
"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken" Quote by _Constance La France
The song I usually sing is one of self-love,
What I wish you'll believe, akin a moon above.
My hands carry identical atoms to yours as well,
As I admire a June grass sprout, I rest and dwell.
Each grain of diligent sand depicts one second.
This is my existence as a sandcastle, reckoned!
My youthful sky looked clear on fireworks night,
A glow of elation from a first kiss is full of delight.
Dancing in infatuation, avoiding reality,
My soul plays hide-and-seek to find vitality.
I'm weak, achy, wrinkled, and have hazy eyes,
Clock ticks near last kernel of grit in a web of lies.
Out of gloom shows growth, basis, and passion,
Always a weave of originality and distinct action.
Teaching and ignoring induce growth pointless.
This crux molds me unbent, strong, and fearless.
We're woken up by a steady flow of wind,
Inspiring lights have an effect on the mind.
Flying whims create a strange concept,
Rising strength is concealed in rotting neglect.
Avoid word traps in the eternal wise maze,
Pass to the depth of things, from soil to haze.
Trek into the dark forest to answer every race,
Which leads to a rise in full ability to embrace.
We raise calm tidal waves without a word,
Wishes set sail for an eerie journey incurred.
Where do the other half of our dive senses stay?
Free your soul, then grab her hand and sway.
A chase happened in brimful courage bay,
A brief peek at the facts that we hold dear.
And a dainty rainbow fading is making us say,
Fulfilled, I'm ready to cross now, without tears.
1st place contest winner
Written: May 15, 2023
Quote # 3
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
WORSE THAN DOGS
Mi step off di docks, salt burn in mi chest,
Suit sharp-press, hope pin to mi vest.
Windrush blood, calypso fire,
Dreams of gold — meet cold barbed wire.
“Welcome,” dem sneer wid a crooked grin,
Door slam shut — all ‘cause a mi skin.
Signs in window cut like knives:
NO BLACKS. NO DOGS. NO IRISH. — lives.
But truth cut deeper, raw, obscene —
Even dogs run free while mi stay unseen.
Scrubbin’ street in polished shoes,
Three shift deep — still bound fi lose.
Every glare a wound, each word a blade,
Dreams turn dust in di land mi prayed.
Culture muffled in council flats,
Reggae silenced by police wid bats.
Steelpan cry drown in riot smoke,
Carnival dreams as di hatred spoke.
Notting Hill burnin’, fists in di night,
Caribbean heart hold firm in di fight.
“Back to yuh island!” di cowards spat,
But we build Brixton — and we fight back.
Pickney hungry, madda pray,
Fadda beaten, future fray.
Sirens scream where hope lie dead,
Molotov skies rain brown and red.
Law twist truth, street betray,
Black life hunted, night and day.
Dem call mi “savage,” spit “go home,”
Yet tek mi labour, skin and bone.
Caribbean soul in a British frost,
Build dis land — still count as lost.
Worse than dogs — mi bear di blame,
Judge by shade, not soul, not flame.
But still mi rise, unbowed, unbent,
Back unbroken, life well-spent.
Through cracked brown knuckles, through nights of screams,
Mi forge new world from shattered dreams.
Roots run deep in London clay,
Though hate try hard fi burn dem away.
Hear di steelpan — we nah forget.
Hear di fire — it burnin’ yet.
From Windrush decks to Brixton lanes,
Notting Hill flames to blood-red chains.
Shout it loud, mek di world nuh sleep:
No sin but skin — and di roots run deep.
It was dark. So dark you could barely see,
And I was there, under the sky, and I was so free.
It was a moonless night,
And the wind blew with fierce might.
The flickering diamonds illuminated the sky,
I wondered how far they are, and so high.
With my heart throbbing against my chest I see,
See the chaos of the world simmer down and you standing in front of me.
'Why have you come?' I ask but you don't reply,
You took everything away from me and I don't understand why.
Does robbing someone of their peace give you happiness?
It isn't a noble work you know? Just a touch of nastiness.
Under the star studded night sky,I stood facing you off,
The wind makes me shiver and you sneer and scoff.
I take my time to observe your silhouette,
That's when I notice the knife. You've come to kill me and you won't even regret.
You start walking, making your way towards me,
I ponder over my dilemma; should I give in or flee?
I turn to run away and you catch me in your arms,
For a fleeting moment I recall the days I gave into your charms.
How you used to hold my hand, how you used to seize my lips,
Now you touch to wound me. Oh! Your failed hands, your bloody finger tips.
You press me close and put the metal through my heart,
Like a shadow you came and like a shadow will I depart?
You cut me open and took my heart and held it in your hand,
Now I know what my worth was. Now I know where I stand.
You took my heart, you left me to bleed,
You left me to die, insipid.
And as you part without a second glance,
My strength shatters and I crack out of my miserable trance.
Resting my head on the pillow full of gore,
My unbent faith intact no more.
I stare in lieu at the flickering lights in the sky,
Comprehending about the iniquity that may never die.
In the fascinating life journey of a couple
When clouds darken in their midst all of a sudden
With murky grey shades in their relation purple
Many a storms begin to twirl their souls ‘n burden.
Clouds of hatred billow inside them both,
Nights are full of creaking noises ‘n uproar
Howling winds spread in hearts taunt ‘n loath
Respect is tarred ‘n no rapport is attempted to fore.
Startled winds of ego and jealousy begin to roll
Through enraged corners of mind and heart
Gales of dominance drive faster uncontrol
Thunder of anger spooks their animal spirits apart.
When their egos remain unbent and both do not yield
They tear each other unresent and blow off their tops
Relations start to break and love gets cartwheeled
Pitted against the perpetuating gale of hatred it pops.
Bolts of lightning rip their worlds poles apart
Even gods seem furious and trigger the landslides
Reverberating with ire, the unsettled hearts begin to smart
Drowned in their desperation they lie low in their glides.
After the brutal dazzle, a torrent of tears beat down their cheeks
Drowning their muddied worlds in sorrow and gloom
Flooded, they somehow lose energy to add more obliques
Storm when it weakens later, it gives them some legroom.
After clouds poured empty, they let open up the sky
To both it dawns it would be silly to ignore nature’s reprieve
They pull up themselves and decide to make another try
With whatever bits and pieces left after the storm to retrieve
It is easier to get over nature’s storms of wind and rain
But difficult to revive sunshine of relations once sullied
Not easy to repair vivid scars of the stormed souls that remain
Hope and renewed love of twain may get differences buried.
Date: 1/7/2014
Contest: Storms by Shadow Hamilton