swatting dragonflies
the little girl discovered
no fire on their tongues
"Hello gorgeous. How are you?" he continued on,
"Your face could inspire poets to write many a sweet song."
"I know that you're evil," she responded in a somewhat bored tone.
"You shouldn't kill others because,.. well that's just wrong."
He sensed no fear in her, but could see she was very aware of him.
He smiled revealing his fangs with a most demonic grin.
"You are correct my dear. I am one not to be trusted."
She drove a wooden stake through his heart and the vampire was dusted.
She then shouted aloud with her strongest voice,
"Be gone all you vampires! You haven't a choice!
I very much too, much like all of you, am a very dirty and unfair player.
None of you stand a chance against me. Be gone vampires! Flee,
or suffer my wrath, for I am the chosen one, The Vampire Slayer."
He fancies himself Mark Twain the chicken slayer said.
His hat is ridiculous, I would not wear it even if I was dead.
Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn? You mean asked a reader well bred.
Not sure said the chicken slayer, but look at that stupid hat on his head!
The stronger the prayer
the closer He stands to you
Dragon Slayer !
Trawling graveyards might not sound like fun,
she’ll never stop ‘til her mission is done.
With her trusty wooden stake,
life from the dead she can take -
hunting night creatures ‘til she feels the sun.
I have a ‘snake slayer,’
a derringer I carry
when hiking in dry States.
So when I saw the coiled rattlesnake
sunbathing on a dusty track
I unholstered,
ready to unleash some primitive instincts,
oddly though
I chose, ‘instinctively’
to step backwards for a spell
and work my way around it.
I could have slayed it
with one .410 shotshell;
I mean who needs rattlers?
I could have cut the rattle off,
taken it home triumphantly
to my mancave.
Then again, ammo is not cheap,
and snakes are all over
this arid landscape.
Funny how it pans out…
sometimes instincts can surprise us
with a little caveman reasoning.
What kind of a cat likes Van Gogh? The prissy neighbor said.
My cat, Juice Slayer does, I said. He has an amazing artistic head!
Mrs. McGee rolled her eyes and sniffed a bit of her snuff.
I am telling you, he knows his painters, and this is no guff!
The next day at a quarter past three I took Juice Slayer to McGee.
She gave him some tests on art knowledge, overseen by me.
I did not make a peep, holding my breath, as he finished the test.
He has correctly matched six painters and art, she finally could attest.
But can he come back tomorrow at noon to finish the essay part?
Juice Slayer was not excited about it. Taking tests is not in his heart.
I hate taking essays, he said. My sentences are awful, spelling is bad.
Can you take my mom, grandma, Aunt Pete or even my Dad?
Aunt Pete's spelling is much better, she used to teach school.
She agreed to go, if I would donate a kidney to her mistress Jewel.
Went together Aunt Pete and me, and she passed with a brilliant score.
Juice Slayer named Esteem Art Appreciation Cat from next door.
The words, they echoed in his ear
He forced a smile, and downed a beer
"We're finished, darling dear," she'd said
Her voice, the knife that left him dead
Sir Charming Knight set out one summer's day
Adventure sure to set femmes' hearts afire
To slay yon dragon lying in the bay
With sword and wit he'd wade into the mire
Past noon it was, no sign yet of the beast
Remembering the banquet that he'd packed
His gluttony invited him to feast
Sweet meats, strong ale; for nothing did he lack
With burps and belches did the poor Knight groan
He'd overstuffed his belly with cuisine
His innards writhing, heaving as he moaned
The pain intense beside his swollen spleen
Forgotten now yon dragon midst his woe
THEIR DEMONS knights must never first forego
~ Iambic Pentameter ~
Put my emotions into poetry
With each word Creates a rhyme so you know its me.
Battled the best game players.
I’m a trained slayer.
I sit back and observe.
With or without any words.
Been behind hands that hit to beat.
Looked into the eyes after they cheat.
Stay quiet ,Never say a peep.
Tuck it into the chambers,Real deep.
I stopped listening to words
Only watch patterns and actions.
Learned not everything deserves reactions.
You never have to fight.
When you do the people you love Right.
Imagine if they did to you,what you do to them.
Would you still consider them a Love even a friend ......
I'm a demon slayer
I cut to another layer
You know they have no prayer
I'm no delayer
Come lookin for me
Should let me be
I'll never be free
I will tear apart thee
Oh what a tangled web we weave
I'm not here to deceive
Don't care if you believe
From your pain, I will relieve
I'm JAY MOORE
In hell they roar!
We'll take no more
I'll be there, after and before
So then I go to HELL
This story I will tell
My soul did I sell
I went there, and" oh well"
"Come get it"
Into the fire pit
So hot, it was lit!
I do not quit!
What do I have to lose?
To late to choose
Can't worry bout no bruise
I WILL ABUSE!
Try me! Test me!
You will see
Unfavorably
Oh, you came for your fee
Sure I'll pay
All I can say
Just not today
Best get on your way
I'm like no other
Get away brother
I'm a mean mother
Sumpinornother
Didn't believe me
So I let them see
Trying to be free
To me, I have the key
Have you heard a demon scream
I'm not talkin a dream
This was livestream
I need no team
FAITH! that's your friend
That GOD did send
Your beliefs he did try to bend
Thank you , send!
“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
—Ernest Hemingway
An incandescent drip of flavor
falls from the tip of my lip
words gathered and built
as my thoughts delicately fulfilled
the symphonies played throughout my mind
Entranced, my spirit soars
seeking its solace
in an empty space
where the lines of your soul are traced
I am not a writer but a slayer of sounds
echoing each emotion
foraged in the fortitude of light
My fingertips are their caretakers
they caress the pulse of your bosom
encircling each bit of tenderness
rising alongside my words
I put you on display
with every drop of ink
oozing out the fibers of my grain
My craft is a heartbeat
You are my sea
Once upon a time, a bold knight started his quest
That led him to the fearsome beast's enclave,
Radiant in an armor of courage shining like gold
Where the Dragon roared from disturbed sleep,
As vile creature spewed blasts of heated flame,
Unsettling the master's gait down to the rocks.
But the hero regained fast with his shield, mighty
As lightning, and charged the dragon once, twice;
To where the barbed point struck a monster's chest...
Undaunted, this giant Draco retaliated in haste
Lashing out talons upon our hero's smaller form,
While the mad creature drew it most lethal blow
Now causing the noble knight to fall into a daze.
O, his loyal unicorn retrieved his master's sword
That angered the dragon, anew, reeling a fire...
With his steed alive through chroming on its head
In daring rush, brave knight punctured enemy's sides
Aiming at Draco's eyes, the poison found there;
Like a whip, the empire's villain met its death:
And gallant victor pulled the dragon's head
Which he offered to the king-- a prized endowment,
As for our warrior... dearest princess, his bride!
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Eve Roper's Once Upon A Time Contest
2/6/2017
What can kill a man closely, without suffer nor mercy, what can slice the mice right in half, what wields the power of slaying the titan, what saved the three, the three you see, the three who were eaten and beaten, until that moment, the moment of truth, when they all broke out with that victory and win, how the people were gleeful and joyous and happy, the titan was slain, once and for all.
the castle is off in the distance now I can see it as the sun burns down. the quest is one I can share with my son for this time the dragon I did slay with their lives many my knights did pay. they was hero's in my eyes as seeing their bones I despised. a meat eater the evil lizard was as he rest in a cave in the mountains above. I admit I was as scared as one man could be shaking violently as his forked tounge I did see. his eyes so red glowed in the dark as I threw my torch and watched the sparks. before I knew it I was driving my sword threw his scaly head finally the dragon was dead. all the families ,the lost dads makes me so very sad. as I enter the court yard I am greeted by the king thanking me for a job well done too the dragon he lost his only son.
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