Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
quote by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Fighting Dragons
For fighting the fate
I need to be brave
Gathering courage for
Hunting all
The dragons of our time.
In our dreams
No dragons must appear,
Go chase them out of our world.
Dreaming of dragons
Remembering good times
As a legend that still shines
Gather all your force to fight
Or get the help of a brave knight.
No one must ever destroy our dreams
So keep on fighting the dragons.
Fear of the Inexplicable
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relationship between
one human being and another has also been cramped by it,
as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of
endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the
bank, to which nothing happens. For it is not inertia alone
that is responsible for human relationships repeating
themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and
unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new,unforeseeable
experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.
But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes
nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation
to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustively
from his own existence. For if we think of this existence of
the individual as a larger or smaller room, it appears evident
that most people learn to know only a corner of their room, a
place by the window, a strip of floor on which they walk up and
down. Thus they have a certain security. And yet that dangerous
insecurity is so much more human which drives the prisoners in
Poe's stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeons
and not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their abode.
We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about
us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us.
We are set down in life as in the element to which we best
correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of
years of accommodation become so like this life, that when we
hold still we are, through a happy mimicry,scarcely to be
distinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no reason to
mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors,
they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abuses belong to us;
are dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we
arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us
that we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now
still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust
and find most faithful. How should we be able to forget those
ancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into
princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses
who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps
everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless
that wants help from us.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Jane
My daughter Jane makes dresses
For beautiful Princesses;
But though she's plain is Jane,
Of needlework she's vain,
And makes such pretty things
For relatives of Kings.
She reads the picture papers
Where Royalties cut capers,
And often says to me:
'How wealthy they must be,
That nearly every day
A new robe they can pay.'
Says I: 'If your Princesses
Could fabric pretty dresses,
Though from a throne they stem
I would think more of them.
Peeress and shopgirl are
To my mind on a par.'
Says Jane: 'But for their backing
I might be sewing sacking.
Instead, I work with joy
In exquisite employ,
Embroidering rich dresses
For elegant Princesses . . .
Damn social upsetters
Who criticise their betters!'
poem by Robert William Service
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But it's a Broadway show, so even if you're Christine in Phantom, you're still a princess. All female leads are princesses whether they're Disney princesses or not.
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None So Beautiful
Well theres a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown
Where a mothers young son sleeps all alone
All for the land that he dreamed he could save
Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Oh, theres a stone in the meadow with all the weight of the world
Where the flowers are watered by the brown eyes of a girl
She cries for the life that her one true love gave
Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
None so beautiful as the boy who cries freedom
None so beautiful as the voice that carries far
None so strong as love beyond all reason that fears no evil
Undaunted by the dark or any wicked mans heart
Oh theres a cross on a hill where no steeple bells ring
A shrine with no name where little children sing to the rhythm that rocks us
From the cradle to the grave
Yeah, theres none so beautiful
Oh, theres none so beautiful
Oh, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Theres none so beautiful as the brave
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Brave Little Soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must fight, I must win
Im a brave little soldier
Through hell and back again
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Ye though I am marching through the valley filled with fear
My steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear
The enemy is stalking me just waiting for the kill
Like david slewed galiath
I will claim this battle field
Im a brave little soldier
I must do what I can
Im a brave little soldier
And I must take a stand
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Marching, marching onward
Searching out the light of truth
I did not start the war
But its a battle I cant lose
Faith will be my armor
And love my sword and shield
I must defeat the enemy
I will, I will, I will
A brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
A brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Brave, little soldier
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Dragon's Delight
dragon's fire,
dragon's flame,
dragons dance and dragons play,
filled with darkness,
filled with light,
these dragons feel so delighted,
the bonfire blazes,
the dragons dance,
as the moon's twilight sets in the east,
their dance turns with fire,
as it turns into an inferno,
the dragons eyes shine like diamonds,
as the night continues into the day.
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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My Rainbow
I have this rainbow that no one can see
It is planted right inside of me
it is made of all bright and beautifull colors.
the first is bright yellow and just like me beautiful and bright making the best of what can be.
the next color is blue bold and strong never wanting to let anyone down and yet always stands his ground
and after that is the deepest of purple the passion, a ladys man yet sensitive and artistic to everyone around
the next color to my rainbow is pink she is beautiful in every way seeing the world in the beauty that we have lost, and picturing it the way it should be, with castles and princesses all around.
at the end of my rainbow is a strong orange he is brave and strong and makes for sure all see's with a double look
and all of these beautiful colors in my rainbow
make the most perfect combination i could have ever imagined
when i look to the rain and see this little sparkle
i know there is nothing that could ever compare and i know i will never feel despair.
for through rain snow sleet and hail
i will look at my rainbow and find my happines there
poem by Kassie Selders
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Love Gives Colour
The woman loving looks beautiful.
The man accepting looks handsome.
These things are happening to all
After they searched for princesses and princes.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Vigilantes
Oh Ive just come
From the land of the sun
From a war that must be won
In the name of truth
With our soldiers so brave
Your freedom we will save
With our rifles and grenades
And some help from god
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
You just cant believe
The joy I did recieve
When I finally got my leave
And I was going home
Oh I flew through the sky
My convictions could not lie
For my country I would die
And I will see it soon
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
When I walked through the door
My wife she lay upon the floor
And with tears her eyes were sore
I did not know why
Then I looked into her hand
And I saw the telegram
That said that I was a brave, brave man
But that I was dead
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
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Beautiful Disaster
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more Heaven than a heart could hold
And if I tried to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
But it just ain't right
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
But do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight
Baby hold me tight
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long
Waiting so long
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful,
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful,
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's so beautiful
Oh he's just so beautiful
He's so beautiful
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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I used to..
I used to think there were princesses.
But now I know the truth.
I always thought your Prince comes on a horse
But I never would see one
If I could I would erase every fariytale
I would not let them lie
I never knew that a horse wouldn't come
But I might find someone
I can't find him on a horse
But I can look for one and hope
I won't listen to fariytales
But I might hope about it
I used to believe there were princesses
But now I know reality
poem by Rebecca Leonard
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One more time for M'lady Ernestine
I yearn to see the dragons fly.
Just one more time before I die
As I did so long ago.
Around Mount Kilimanjaro
I slept beneath the moonlit sky
and often saw the dragons fly.
It was a privilege to see
the dragons dancing gracefully
But I fell ill and had to go
back to the city far below.
Where the doctors treating me
convinced me it was fantasy.
Induced by fever of the brain.
When I was fully fit again
a crisis in the family.
Meant that I was no longer free
To indulge my wanderlust
I had no choice but to adjust
to the rules of society.
I am sure where I’d rather be.
In Africa where I could see
The silver dragons flying free.
I know I have not long to live
But what I have I’d gladly give.
To see the dragons one last time
To see them circle swoop and climb
Around mount Kilimanjaro
As I did so long ago.
Wednesday,15 September 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Voluntary exile.
One day the dragons will return.
A privilege we have to earn.
The fled from our belligerence
They had to flee in self defence.
The dragons know humanity
Has not yet reached maturity.
The do not doubt that in due course.
Men will give up the use of force.
To resolve every argument.
But talk when war is imminent.
Learn to use diplomacy.
Which works much more effectively.
Than fighting for supremacy
When two nations disagree.
This world could be a paradise.
If we can learn to compromise.
The dragons will return again.
Resume their mentorship of man
When we mature sufficiently
and can agree to disagree.
The dragons know the day will come
when once again they are welcome.
To arbitrate impartially
as mentors of humanity.
Although I may not live to see
The silver dragons flying free
Above the earth as they should be.
The guardians of humanity.
Is this a dream, a fantasy
Which is peculiar to me?
That judgement I must leave to you.
Though I believe it to be true.
Saturday,21 January 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Whatever You Need
In what other lives have I known your kiss
And what forgotten moments have I felt like this
The way you touch me I come undone
You know me more than anyone
Whatever you want
In what other lives have I touched your face
And what words did we whisper in a strange forbidden place
To be with you baby is to find myself
Were two of a kind you and i
I couldnt love anyone else
You are my beggining my end
You are my lover my friend
In this life in this time
Whatever you want whatever you need
I will be right here waiting baby baby baby
Whatever you want whatever you need
I will be right here waiting yeah yeah yeah
Yeah in what other lives did I feel your skin
And when exactly did I breathe you in
Feel like Ive known you for a thousand years
Youre so familiar to me and there is no fear
You are my beggining my end
You are my lover my friend
In this life in this time
Whatever you want whatever you need
I will be right here waiting baby baby baby
Whatever you want whatever you need
I will be right here waiting yeah yeah yeah yeah
Watch the sun go down yeah yeah
My past and future in you are bound oh yeah
I watch as time moves on Im alive and strong
And when Im with you theres no right no wrong
Whatever you want whatever you need
I will be right here waiting baby baby baby
Whatever you want whatever you need
Im gonna be right here waiting baby baby
Whatever you want whatever you want whatever you need whatever you need
I will be right here waiting baby baby baby
Whatever you want whatever you need
Whatever you want right here right here waiting right here right here waiting
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Albi
Albanians
Albi
Dragons
Why is there Racism?
Bubble Gum
Pie
Gumdrop
All the Colors of the Rainbow.
They Symbol of Gays
Which are not Albanian
But are the Children of the Highest God
Who Enjoys the Presence of Gay People
And Dragons
Who are not Racist
Why is there Racism?
Because of Albanians
And Albi
And Dragons
And Badly Burnt Albanian Boys
Tough Stuff
poem by Gerald Flippinhanger
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Dragons
well im watching the dragons as they make another claim
he used to be a friend of mine, i called him by his name
well theres nothing you can say to nirvana when its packed up in a syringe
we'll call up your mama and bus in all your friends
well im watching the dragons
as they slither out of sight
and i wonder who'll be sleeping alone tonight
beth lost her sister, they came and they took her away
and there aint enough pills in the world and nothing i can say
so i tell her i love her and that shes a friend
and each time i leave her, i wonder if i'll see her again
well im watching the dragons
as they slither out of sight
and i wonder who'll be sleeping alone tonight
then i look in the mirror
the dragon has many forms
i wonder if hes coming for me
because i have been forewarned
well im wathing the dragons
as they slither out of sight
and i wonder who'll be sleeping alone tonight
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Pax Draconis
In days of old when dragons flew
amongst the clouds for all to see
They did not hide no reason to.
Men viewed them most respectfully.
They did no harm but culled the herds
of beasts too numerous to count.
No voice of protest to be heard,
the race of men of small account.
But men bred most prolifically.
Always their population grew.
The dragons lacked fertility
their numbers dwindled to a few.
Then man decided in his pride
to prove human supremacy.
It would be best if Dragons died.
The last few dragons forced to flee.
These Dragons hid themselves
away from man’s insensate cruelty
but swore that one day man would pay.
Rebuilt their numbers secretly.
The Dragons now are numerous.
Though disbelieved by modern man,
odd sightings seen as spurious.
Prepare themselves to rule again.
The U.F.O.s that some men see.
Not aliens from outer space
but Dragons flying fast and free.
New champions of the dragon race.
When they decide the time is right
they will erase the human race.
Take the revenge they feel is right
and once more take their rightful place.
As rulers of the earth and sky.
Mans handiwork will rot away.
With no man left to wonder why.
This was the price they had to pay.
The earth will be a place of peace
without mankind’s belligerence.
At last the endless wars will cease.
The dragon race have much more sense.
Though creatures will still kill to eat
As Mother Nature meant them to.
On equal terms they will compete.
When all the Dragons dreams come true.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Just Perhaps for M lady Ernestine
Beneath the earth in caverns deep.
The Dragons lie in silent sleep,
where they await the trumpet blast.
That tells them it is time at last
to emerge from their hidey holes.
Majestically assume their roles
as guardians of the land and sea
Take up their final destiny.
The bugle horn which must be blown
is hidden in a place unknown.
It will be found by accident
by a young boy innocent,
unstained as yet by lust and greed
He’ll blow the horn and will succeed
in doing what he was born to do
call forth the Dragons to renew.
The golden age of peace on earth
where sorrow is replaced by mirth.
Where tolerance is seen instead
of bigotry that’s now wide spread.
And mankind lives in brotherhood
Simply because they know they should.
The watchful Dragons mediate.
Ensure that men negotiate.
Will not allow belligerence
they know it makes so little sense.
In time we will come to understand.
We must obey this firm command.
2-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Just Perhaps
Beneath the earth in caverns deep.
The Dragons lie in silent sleep,
where they await the trumpet blast.
That tells them it is time at last
to emerge from their hidey holes.
Majestically assume their roles
as guardians of the land and sea
Take up their final destiny.
The bugle horn which must be blown
is hidden in a place unknown.
It will be found by accident
by a young boy innocent,
unstained as yet by lust and greed
He’ll blow the horn and will succeed
in doing what he was born to do
call forth the Dragons to renew.
The golden age of peace on earth
where sorrow is replaced by mirth.
Where tolerance is seen instead
of bigotry that’s now wide spread.
and mankind lives in brotherhood
Simply because they know they should
The watchful Dragons mediate.
Ensure that men negotiate.
Will not allow belligerence
they know it makes so little sense.
In time we will come to understand.
We must obey this firm command.
2-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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