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Nine Dragons Poem
Ere the princedom lies
‘Neath their king, old and wise
Waves of tribute and love adorn
The green grasses and dewy tears,
The elated whispers of morn
Sweep the lea’s awaiting ears
With cheers echoing to the skies
Drifting clouds passing by
Lend their shade the verdant glade
O’er head as is below
So peaceful flows the meadow
As within the blooming flower
With quiet sips the butterfly
Folds its wings as gently sings
The rill where flits the dragonfly
Pleased, the rustling of his leaves
Soothe the flowers and still the wings
As cradles the nests swaying gently
Where sleeps the feathered babes
Dreaming of flying 'bove the lea
In swoops and dives effortlessly
Cross forest, brook, and glade
In the heavens the sun is shining
Though in blustering reds declining
Atop the distant evergreen pavilions
Where in dusk await the millions
Of stars to watch over a weary king
A day in full, his joyous rule
And tomorrow a new beginning
As tonight, the cricket’s soft chirping
Usurp wakefulness for dream
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Nine Dragons Poem
She is mine own lost faerie queen
And I servile am her truest knight
She is to the prairie as verdant and green
She is as the stars are held dear in night
By her eyes, my great deeds fall in wake
By her sigh, all the world awakens soft
She is the sun; soul of the rippling lake
The clouds that clothe mount and croft
How art thou come to be lost
And with thee, the world fallen farther by
I will find thee at any cost
E’en if in the end I must yield my life
Lay me down and die
For what is life bereft of reason to love
What is life without thy deepest eyes
Or heart that beats like a sun above
Without, the world darkens and heaven cries
She is my Faerie Queen
And I, her loyal scribe. Her hand at work
Her will and mirth unseen
The path redeeming through both
Mud and murk
I hath followed afar and wheresoever she hath been
Oh, trembling stars, I beg ye reveal her to me
I hear the winds whisper her name, seeking
Oh humbled valley that loves her madly
Thy blossoms unfold, bespeaking
Dewy tears
I would lend my hand and heart to thee
My shield, My Brand's cleaving steel
If thou wouldst but impart unto me
What knowest thou, upon my word and kneel
Thy stems droop. Thy petals weep
The dew, I knowest art thy tears
What secrets ripen in shadow fit to reap
Help me, but allay our fears
And on the sudden fell a leaf upon my bended knee
Blown from boughs, none more sacred than these
Looking down upon, I close my eyes to better see
The clue brought me by the swirling breeze
A gust of pure white doth dissolve my woe
And all around did prick the sounds of the meadow
A silhouette of white on white surely not my foe
Did descend upon my mind in gleams of brightest glow
Behold Knight, and stand before me
Midst the honor carved pillars of thy mind,
And before her alter, I would guide thee
For thou art, the chiseled stone of her work-
And art honor bound, sooth, and kind
She goeth on to cleave the darkness alone
As she is to thee, so art thou her all
She preparest to smite the drag’ of ash and bone
She would fell the dread thrall-
For ere the world shouldst fall
Knowest the world shall remain her jewel illume
Too, her grace and glory, as I smite this foe down
For should not such evil perish in its own gloom
My queen shall remain; the world yet adorn her crown
His stern looked seemed to please the brittle leaf
So transformed in his eyes; an oaken man
Tall, majestic; gleam of nature and belief
In all things that before man on this sacred
World ran
If but my heart could bare such a gleam
As to alight a dark that would banish night
But dare I not wish It, for ere what seem
Dreams are like curling wisps to me
And My Queen, my eternal light
Gathering faeries look on as he kneeleth, still
The breeze blows; the meadow breathes
If but they knew of the growing will
And that the knight seethes
His fury turns the clouds a heavy grey
Bending the boughs of the sacred trees
As his might bends the very day
He rose and spoke quietly, serenely, but one world,
“Galenos”
At once, thunders and lightnings descended
Shrill winds buffeted the de-petaling rose,
Faeries grabbed the daffodilies, upended
Like flags waving with wiggling toes
Trotted mighty Galenos from the flashing gale
His tail and main were raging black fires
Gleamed he in bands of glowing silver mail
Reared he up like victory 'mongst the flyers
His will was valor; his heart, "Never Fail!"
A man-sized axe cleaved the ground beside,
The warhorse did not move or flinch
Plummeted a sword and shield as winds cried
Like meteors with furrows wide
Nor did Galenos give care or inch
The valley seemed swoon
As he collected the implements and got to horse
My Queen shall I see soon
Black Drag, this day shall be thy ending
And bitterest doom
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Nine Dragons Poem
The Crown,
Where roost the winged idyllic dream
Diadem of power and the eternal gleam
Worn aloft the heart and mind
Marking such wayward vessels refined
Raising awareness of a being ascended
Today and henceforth befitting of a throne
No longer the stuff of mere flesh and bone
But the whim of divine law descended
Transcending mortal throw
Beacon of the people's heart
Banner of the people's mind
Flagged Pinnacle of their highest hope
The almighty triadic circlet of kings
Where sleeps the rarer compassion of loving queens
Carrying the weighty burden of prosperity
Bearing it ever forward and into eternity
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Nine Dragons Poem
With a rooster's crow, arose my head
Eyes still closed, tumbled out of bed
Quickly Tended to natures way-
And said, "What a beautiful day!"
I stretched my wings with an arc
Listening to the meadow lark
And thought, a stroll would do me good
To the lovely brook beside the wood
With polished mail and an ample heart
Seeing Summer had done her part
It was nigh time for rediscovering
The beauty beheld in everything
The sun was rising and peaking through
From tree to tree, from its’ sea of blue
As its golden rays softly played
Chasing the faeries from shade to shade
The perfect spot beside the brook
Was graced with a comfy flower nook
Some quiet sniffs soon turned to snuffling,
Causing commotion and leaves ruffling
I soon simmered down, drunk on sweetness
The balmy flowers, natures neatness
Its chaos, a ruse to entreat the eye
Midst its song danced a butterfly
The darling butterfly fluttered near
Startled, that there was a dragon here
In the dewey early morning hours
Smelling the blooms of fragrant flowers
We listened low to the babbling brook
Where stumbled five ducklings-
As their wings shook
Still wet from their morning dip
After giving their Mum the slip
Seeing the butterfly and me
Hitting it off so famously
And seeing the coast was clear
They joyfully waddled near
Soon, there was a fox and hen
I don't know where to even begin
But it turns out the fox was a magician
The hen, his lovely assistant
(Though formally a lettered physician)
Both on needed holiday
They wandered headlong into the fray
And thought, "Why not, if it's no dismay
Let's together spend this joyous day"
(The fox was an escape artist, by the way)
They dazzled us all with slight of hand
Proclaimed the trickiest in all the land
The fox pulled a bunny from his tophat
After a sprinkle of glittering sand
A robin lent us his cheerful song
We sang and played the whole day long
Till Mama duck, in her blue ribboned bow
Placed her naughty ducklings all in a row
The ducks all waddled to their wading pond
The fox yipped, and he and hen were gone
Leaving glittering puffs of smoke
A rather baffling master-stroke
So seem’d ‘twas only just morning,
Yet dimmed the eve
The butterfly explained regrettably-
That they had to leave
With a gaping yawn that blew the leaves
I headed home-
To my grotto'd cottage-
'Neath the brambled eaves
Outside my window, beside my bed
Where I lay my sleepy head
A kindly little frog said...
Burreeep... burreep...
'Till I, (Yawn..), fell fast aslee...
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Nine Dragons Poem
Upstairs; a bed with sleeping teddy bears
Downstairs; a table and two chairs
His sighs
His lonely eyes
The dim silent room
The snow falling through the gloom
The reflection in the window
Stare back upon
The one who in anger bid her go
Lamenting the hours she's been gone
And the shouting that seemed so long ago
Even pride can no longer recall
what winds brought the storm
nor how deep the rainfall
Not even knowing if she’s safe and warm
Then the creaking door
The room awash in sudden cold
He waits no more
For the darkness to unfold
Her, in his rush to hold her
Their eyes meeting as he enfold
Her, and his unashamed tear
Ponders his disgrace
As he wipes the same tear from her face
Midst the rapture of love's embrace
In passion's haste things were said
For anger's sake
-now anger is dead
In both their hearts
Where love left smouldering erupt in flame
And cupids darts
Linger without blame
In their quiver
his cheeks dewy
His bottom lip aquiver
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Nine Dragons Poem
That bright spark from ever folding inner night
That effulgence that escapes through the eyes
And assures the brain we are upward and right
That flame's flicker that never dies
That grants vigor to those weary
That wander ever toward its light
The shaded light we were taught to dim
That grace the heads of angels and cherubim
But fill those with fear that ever walk the dark
Fearing our light make falsehood an easy mark
Enough of catering to secrets and lies
Enough of averting the light in our eyes
We are that lantern that lead the way
Toward a future free of ransoms to pay
Where virtues like honor and compassion
Are pillars and not an old trending fashion
Where valor and sacrifice alight paradise
And loyalty is not for sale at any price
Where if we choose it, our light becomes day
If we refuse it, darkness can't obstruct the way
No one cloaked in shadow has ever had good to say
Only where to look for the truth that lies hid away
If you play with matches, you may get burned
It's one of the simplest and earliest truths learned
The same goes for darkness and wand'ring ‘midst shadow
There, whispers won't remind you of your inner glow
Lost in the ever folding inner night
Alone with fears and doubts to fight
And the feeling or memory that something's not right
You're right, life's an illusion, and you made of light
It's why the masses flock to you
The simple measure of what is true
Flickering in the now, breathing in the now
Making shining in the present our vow
Lead the way Lanterns!
Make that promise now!
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Nine Dragons Poem
The shimmering rill stones
The clear babbling waters
The yellow meadow flowers
Dancing in the breezy dawn
He passed this way, he passed away
As thus, the bearded years pass on
The buried bones
The grieving daughters
Passing years fade like hours
On the grassy knoll, a memorial stone
Wreathed with yellow flowers
Below the hill
Lay his daughters still
In everlasting silent repose
The passing years fade like hours
Upon their graves, each; a yellow rose
None to hear them sing
None to marvel their glittered wing
As they’d lay midst, the meadow flowers
The passing years fade like hours
But they still remember
The morning dove, flying
And mortal love, undying
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Nine Dragons Poem
Well into the inky depths of night,
My breath relearns; the life urge returns,
Yet my own is of the least concern—
But all who would seek blind, the scourge of light,
And seek the sun pilfered from the very sky,
Stolen away and hidden by the Dark Magi,
Who aid the return of their hidden Master,
The most reviled and self-vilified caster,
What vengeance shall he bring?
Where, lo, the innocent dream, and nightingales sing,
What crooked hands bare the nightmare ring—
To wear and reek terror midst softest slumber.
In dream he may surpass and outnumber,
And become numberless like the shade
That blots the moon above the glade
Where kind memories were made,
As the sun cast down the gleaming rays—
Where now we fear the end of days.
Yet a glimmer shines; As tattered hope wanes
As gleaming soldiers rear the silver reins
Of the unfurling wing'd pegasi brigade—
Our heroes proud, our hopes remade
The rearing steeds rake the swirling shade;
Fearless riders charge the blackened fade,
Where swords clash flash sparks and ire;
There in the void danced the war afire.
And with mine own blade of hope so bright,
Onward and t'ward the fray, unite.
And in our whirl of valorous might
Rout the Magi midst cracks of light;
The low murmurs of thunder
That fill night,
And break the blight,
Of woe asunder,
Releasing the tethered sun
Back to the forlorn breast of heaven,
Felling that Master and his evil plot—
E'en now his whim be forgot
As I awake—
To the smells of fried eggs and steak,
The soft rocking of the houseboat atop the lake—
And none too soon: did we grant the weary their boons,
And catch ere the grateful lily maid as she swoons
For once more by valorous might the world is saved
Midst the cheers and thrown bouquets—
Further and further away the sounds of imagination raved.
And a youngly hero rose to wash his face
And saw his glad smile the moon mirror thought trace,
An old artifact handed down from a nobler race—
"Mikey, you better come and get it
Before your father makes his bedroom exit
And gobbles up the eggs and meat
And leaves but crumbs about our feet.
Hurry, hurry my sweet!"
Come hither and eat!
"Hither?!"
Mikey couldn't help but wonder
If he was still asleep.
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Nine Dragons Poem
Thou hast not died
It was a call to battle, cried
Half naked, beaten numb
Now all the gates swung wide
An uprising lifts the oppressors thumb
Awake, the pulse's quickened pace,
Braced for the worst to come
Worn armor of a fearless face
Battered breast of a gleaming courage
Oh, relic'd wrists, fettered and braced
Hands that scooped the swilled porridge
Take up the sword of the fallen slaver
Grasp the hilt and wield the blade
Thine undinted valor has won favor
The gods would see such dens unmade
Follow the light down the rank corridor
Where the slavers have been laid low
Past those felled in honor and disgrace
Which, is which, only the angels know
Make haste away from this place
lest ye suffer some mortal blow
Runneth long,
Stayeth strong,
‘Mongst the living thou belong
As he runneth along
His breath, his pulse, beat the song
Fall upon the blessed banks of the river
Slake thy thirst, wash the grime from thy face
Let the sun soothe and dispel thy cold shiver
As the far off din gives way to lasting silence
Let thy weariness be borne away by winged sleep
As weeps joyfully thine undying self reliance
Upon pebbled banks where no mortal may stumble
Beside the river's ceaseless babble
The rolling skies distant rumble
Dream.
Dream the smiling faces thou lived for
The warming flames of the promise swore
To hold them in thine arms once more
Cross the threshold, the swung upon door
Their tears, their faces
They lent strength when thy pulse was weak
Midst dream thy heart races
A tender caress, her blushing cheek
Now that freedom has been found
They are of the lost years thou dost seek
Somewhere a cock’s morning crow
Thou doth arise envigored, refreshed and sound
From out of thy periphery
A stamping steed counts three
With a thudding upon the ground
Nickering beside a river bickering
Thou lookest towards the brilliant sun
And doth listen for the sounds of gods snickering
Upon their latest chosen one
Aback the shining steed
As black as closed eyes clothed in night
A saddle of rich fine leather gleamed
A jeweled bit shimmered bright
He stroked the silkened neck, real it seemed
Astride he sat like a humble knight
Spurless; he heeled, and tugged the reins
Over yon hills did his old life call
He trod mud and mists splashing as it rained
He would be there soon and by nightfall
Alive again; in loving arms
Happy toils regained
He would tread soft, the dread befell
No other dear hearts need be stained
Regaling his days served in hell
For all is well that ends well
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Nine Dragons Poem
The guilty eye flees
The remorseless never envies
The lying eye dawns truth's disguise
And blinks thrice before knowing eyes
The truth evades the seeking eyes
Ever searching the lofty skies
The lost eyes despise earthly laws
Rattling heaven's gates for a cause
Feel within the warm glowing light
That brace us 'gainst the swarming night
Where our gathered daemons lure us to fight
With meaningless notions of wrong and right
A rivers never chooses who shall drink
Honesty never takes time to think
In the moment, be one withal
Ready to catch us when we fall
Lay blame aside
And scornful pride
Even the pangs of the worthy life
For who decides what's worthy or strife?
To simply live
A humble life
Empty yet full
Dull yet wonderful
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