OUR Hero Has ARRIVED
When we were children playing in the street
we had our hero, usually a rugged actor
perhaps it was Gary Cooper. He had to be tall
walk with a swagger
To be able to do things like flying a plane, drive
a car, horseback riding a must
There was Mars, a planet we spoke of mainly
because it sounded warrior-like
We knew Mars was the planet our hero would
go to Mars sorting out the people, there would
be a shot out, he won easily despite a bullet hit
his sheriff shield
When landed back on earth, spend time with
us teaching us how to tame a wild horse
what do you know?
among us here and now, let me present our
here of yore was not fantasy, Elon Musk!
He lives or dreams, a hero who can do anything
a beautiful mother who doesn't shout at him
for not eating porridge and sardines
He lives our dreams, and best of all, he is going
to Mars and slay the dragon
Elon Musk is a living example that dreams
can become real, lamentable, it took too long
most of my contemporaries have gone to Valhalla
or for those who became sailors on
the island of Saragossa
Slaying dragons
I sat in my den, trying to compose a poem
which is not easy for a pretender
a scream from the living room, she heard
something in the kitchen and sent me there
to slay the dragon
I found a tiny mouse, knocking over
an empty plastic bottle of water
I picked up the mouse it was surpassingly
supine, sniffed at my hand, since we
live on the seventh floor, it must have had
a long clime
I did what every brave man would do,
left the mouse in the hallway
I heard a scream from the sixth floor
a new hero was called for, I hope he didn't
kill the tiny traveler
I would like to live in a house in the The Shire;
sit upon the stoop, smoke a pipe, blow fancy rings
into the air.
I would like to go adventuring; slay the dragon,
retrieve it's hoard of gold, become a legend.
I would like to live to one hundred and eleven,
celebrate, then disappear.
Inspired by the adventures of Bilbo Baggins the Hobbit in JRR Tolkien's "The Fellowship of the Ring".
As far as this mind can remember
The tales I was told where of a fair maiden
Living in the shadows of despair and pain
Longing for a new life over the jealous hills
So she can be made anew in happiness.
Then there was a new champion
A well-made lad who shone like
Golden penny in the bloom of light
He would come battle the dragon
And lead the fair maiden to her livelong day.
We need new fairy tales
Ones in which the soft maiden finds champion in herself
She summons the courage to slay the dragon herself
The power to walk over the hill she can overcome
And she is not like the weeds waiting to be cut out.
As Michael slay the dragon under God's command
Reni and Palumbo outstretched their hands
As that ancient serpent was finally cast away
Young Jacopo the dyer painted all the day
As the seraph vanquished the devil forever
Raphael began his draught board endeavor
Finally the mighty spear had met its principal foe
And the brush met the canvas for Giordano
The rushes sway gently in the wind
There is sea of them as they murmur in that wind
As wind blows through there appear waves on that sea of reeds
They are as mysterious as the soul
They are beautiful but eerie
Awe inspiring and uncanny
Two dragons live in the reeds
They do very different deeds
One is life that knows no death
Other is death
Their combined sent perfumes the reeds
It is wonderful but eerie deep but strange
Once upon a time
Or actually before time
The Gods send knight to slay the dragon of death
By giving him a sword of the very dragon’s breath
But the dragon offered the knight immortality
Yet dragons’ dead body Gods wanted to see
So knight killed the dragon of life instead
And that is why people always end up dead
But one day dragon of life will be awaken
And save the forsaken
He will retrieve what was taken
His eyes will shine with fury but for living souls of hope they’ll be beacon
Untimed
Untamed
In the face of a thousand horsepower
Up rises the man of the hour
His passion peaked
His focus tweaked
Raw
Pure
He spins and loops
Whirlpools each lap
Egos over rev
An enchanted V-twelve
The archangel
Fallen to enthral
Thrusts his sword through my wall poster
In a chariot mounted a motor
The Red Baron
Supercharged to slay the dragon
A German craftsman
Piloting the air bending chicane
Driven around his own soundtrack
Blazing the chequered flag
Atop the podium
A mesmerised coliseum
A roar like an earthquake
A Danke!
A gold medallion to his bullion
Akin to Hamilton
A well formulated campaign
In a splash of champagne
A force of nature in his prime
Inspired in me
A shockwave like a tsunami
You beat the clock Schumi
To kill the viper
To slay the dragon,
To show his/her unmasked face
To show that damn face to all human race
To pierce the serpent
To feed every hungry kid in the world
To give him/her a clean pure water.
On the Wagon…
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…
Cleaning up the act
Facing all the facts
When you were burning you know you couldn’t see
Removing the blindfold
The truth is seen and told
Now you’re cooling down and fighting to be free
You’ve got to get away
Find someplace to stay
Immune to temptation as it looks for you
Start it once again
The beginning of the end
You’ve failed to see all that it has yet to do
I’m on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
On the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…
Look straight into the mirror
How do things appear?
Can you make out through the haze, the bloodshot eyes
Remember the times you said, that’s it?
All those times you’d never quit
Can you, yourself, live with all of the lies?
I am on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With his breath of fire always one step behind…
Cuddled, and warm,
Secure in your room,
Hopefully cleared of the days dark gloom,
And luckiest of all, those with a loving arm
to surround your chest,
Maybe legs entwined, with thoughts
of midnight emotion...
So peaceful to sleep,,
As a motel room on the ocean,
How majestic, how mysterious,
Is that great ocean....
Where did it come from?
Why do I feel it deserves
Such devotion?
I ponder no further, or
my brain would surely fry...
The sea is an enigma,
Just like our blue sky...
How were we blessed,
with such a beautiful planet?
And for us fortunate ones,
A supportive, loving family.
seemingly out of touch with the horrid
world of hurt.
We must help the afflicted
We must come to there defence
We must right the wrongs,
Fight the fight,
So many of us lacked,
We must slay the dragon of abuse.
I will lead the troops,
Should His Majesty, King John Heck,
Decreee it to be so!!!
Soung the trumpet!
Beat the drums!
Bring us shining armour,
Sturdy Steeds,
Sharpened weapons,
A final round of ale, to toast to our success,
Then off we go, to correct the evil done,
And set some lives right.
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