My Dragon and I
I sat one night on hill top high
And hummed the saddest tune
The thoughts i had just made me cry
As i stared at the moon
I felt the earth begin to shake
Below my trembling feet
The hill such sounds began to make
I really was quite beat
I glanced below, let out a wail
For something there was heaving
I'd sat upon a dragon's tale
And he was fire breathing!
'Spare me! dragon I am small
I cannot be that tasty! '
He soon replied with dragon's roar
'I'm really not that hasty'
'I wondered why your crying so
Your sobs woke me from sleeping,
I thought that you may share them so
Those saddest thoughts you're keeping'
So there i sat and spoke my mind
About the thoughts I kept
And how i stared up at the moon
And cried while he had slept
'Sadness is an awful thing'
He murmured as he thought
'At times like this i often sing!
though dragons didn't ought'
'Oh great! ' cried I with impish grin
emblazoned on my face
'Let's hit some notes some low some high
and rock this lonely place! '
So there we were on hill top high
My Dragon friend and me
Just singing songs for all we're worth
We carried on 'till tea.
The moral of my little tale?
It's great to be enlightened
Should you hear a Dragons wail
Then don't be quite so frightened!
poem by Dave James
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The Dragon Deficit
When George the Dragon Slayer slept,
Reliving how he fought,
He often woke and often wept,
As if it all meant nought...
For gone the chance for future fame,
With no more dragons left
And part of him thought that a shame,
In fact, he felt bereft!
When he arose to greet the day,
He wondered what to do...
No beasties round to block his way
Or beat him black and blue!
No bravery to call upon,
No maidens in distress,
The sun above so bright it shone,
No storm, just happiness...
The children played in safety still,
The tweety birds still sang,
His stomach now no longer ill,
In fear of dragon's fang!
His sword he dragged, upon the ground,
It carved his tale of woe...
Monotony was all around!
What next? He didn't know...
The villagers paid him no heed,
His champion day had past,
His body healed, no more to bleed,
As if the die were cast!
'Is this how I must spend my days? '
He ask the Lord above...
'No dragons left for me to face?
No maidens left to love? '
Thus George left every so-called friend,
To travel distant lands,
His search for dragons didn't end...
He didn't stand a chance!
They're gorn! Extinct! They're trophies now...
Teeth scattered here and there,
To which damned sorcerors still bow
And witches grind and share!
Old George, his sword, laid down one night,
The last night of his life...
In his last dream, two dragons fight,
Yet win despite the strife!
Then God reached down to lift George high,
For Jesus to embrace...
With George no longer asking, 'Why? '
As they stood face-to-face...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
This is what happened after the Saint George poem.
Website: tinyurl-dot-com/saint-george-poem
poem by Denis Martindale
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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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Saint George
The dragon, taller than a tree,
Looked down on George's head,
While he looked up uncertainly
And fighting first his dread...
He stood his ground, not one step back,
As faith within him grew,
For while he knew that things looked black,
He had to see this through...
The dragon stood his ground as well,
Though George held high his sword...
The dragon, thought to come from Hell,
Perhaps with fire stored...
The dragon had no flames and yet
He knew George planned his death,
Yet thought he had no need to fret,
If George no more had breath...
The dragon swished his giant tail,
But George was wise to that
And proved himself an agile male
Instead of falling flat...
The tail passed by, his sword went in,
The dragon roared in pain
And when George saw his chance to win,
He pierced the tail again...
If dragons cursed and dragons swore,
That must have happened next,
As blood then spurted out for sure,
With that big dragon vexed...
He dragged his dragon's tail away
As fast as he then could
And then decided, come what may,
To kill small George real good...
But George was quick to cut things short,
He climbed the dragon's tail
And valiantly he fought and fought
The dragon tooth and nail...
Across the back, just like a hill,
He clambered to the hilt,
Upto the neck where he stayed still,
In hopes the beast was killed...
The dragon twisted left and right,
But George drew back his sword
And then he thrust with all his might,
So death would be assured...
The dragon gulped with bloodied mouth,
A glaze then filled his eyes,
Then suddenly his frame fell South,
With him cut down to size...
The dragon laid upon the ground,
While George climbed down nearby,
The dragon made a gurgling sound,
As if to ask him why...
The dragon hadn't sought this duel,
Yet George had blocked his path,
The dragon thought he was a fool
Who'd signed his epitaph...
The dragon's teeth were then removed
When he no longer breathed
And while folks cheered with courage proved,
George stood there quite relieved...
The villagers were quite impressed,
That brave George didn't faint...
The Church declared his noble quest
As worthy of a saint...
A patron saint, of course, is rare,
Yet England still recalls
His courage thought beyond compare
That it's still taught in schools...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Dragons
In the year of the Jade Emperor,
In the time of the people’s pain,
The sun was hot, the people groaned
The sky gave up no rain;
‘The sky gave up no rain, ’ he said,
‘The ground was dry as a bone,
There were no rivers or lakes to feed
The crops that the people owned.
The rice lay waste in the paddy fields,
The people ate bark and clay,
While on the shores of the Eastern Sea
Four dragons laughed and played.’
‘These creatures, made of snake and claw,
Of horn, and fire and scale,
Looked down to see the people pray,
To hear the people wail,
So Black, and Yellow, Long and Pearl,
For these were the dragons’ names,
Felt sad for the people’s plight, and said,
“We must bring on the rain! ”
Without the rain, the people die,
They are so poor and thin,
We needs must enter at Heaven’s Gate
So He will intervene! ’
‘They flew to the Jade Emperor
Who promised to send them rain,
But then sat back with his minstrel songs,
Forgot the people’s pain.
For ten long days the dragons paused
To wait the darkening clouds,
But only saw the people cry,
Lay out their dead in shrouds.
They laid their dead in shrouds, ’ he said,
‘The lastborn to the first,
The dragons said, “He heeds us not,
Won’t slake the people’s thirst.”’
‘The dragons flew to the Eastern Sea,
They knew it would bring them pain,
But to ease the hurt of the brown, dead earth
What else, but the soothing rain?
Now, dragons’ care for man’s despair,
His hopes, his joys, his tears,
They send their many blessings down,
Relieve the people’s fears.
They flew on out to the Eastern Sea
Its waters so clear and deep,
They flung it up to the heavens high
That what they’d sow, they’d reap.’
Then down it came in a storm of rain
That fed the people’s joy,
They laughed aloud at this water cloud
That the dragons had employed.
The moment the Jade Emperor
By the Sea God was informed,
He stamped and raged, and bellowed loud
That he would not be scorned!
He called his Generals and his troops,
To make the dragons’ answer,
Then called the Mountain God to him
To lie on them forever!
Caught fast beneath a mountain each
The dragons still were glad,
They’d saved the people from their pain,
The price they paid was sad;
But not unbearable, they thought,
So Long, and Black and Yellow,
With Pearl, devised another plan
That they might ever follow.
They turned themselves to rivers wide
To flow across each valley,
From West to East, the Long, the Black,
The Pearl flows, and the Yellow.
Four dragons’ that once cared for man,
Four dragons’ spread their tails,
They fed the crops that man might eat,
Might sing or dance, not wail;
The Heilongjiang is River Black,
The Dragon of the north,
And south of him, the Huanghe flows,
The Yellow Dragon’s course;
The Yangtze is the Dragon Long,
The Changjiang, to the mouth,
While Pearl is now the Zhujiang,
The Dragon of the south.
23 December 2005
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one)
The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one) :
The sleeping Tiger lies in a mist, covered in mystery.
Who is he, what is his purpose?
The sleeping Flame lies in a cloud, shrouded by time.
Who is she, what is her purpose?
As the could falls in the night, and mingles in the mist... the Flame touches the Tiger and both awaken. The Flame brightens and swirls around the Tiger, the Tiger roars as the flames engulf him and he transforms into the wise Dragon. The Flame crackles as the Dragon's roar sounds through the night. The crackle becomes a cry of joy as the Dragon breathes a breath of fire upon the Flame, adding his burning love to hers. The Flame turns into a fiery bird with a great
cry. A Phoenix has been born, and a Dragon has grown in the fires of love. This bond forged is stronger than steel, stronger than the very foundations of the earth.
Nothing and no one can break this love. The love of the Dragon and the Phoenix will live beyond the end of time, their hearts forever entwined. Purpose has been found, the balance formed by the Dragon and Phoenix that awakened them is their purpose. The love they share forever is a shining light for all who despair; the Dragon and Phoenix are smiled upon by the Creator for they are what he intended love between two to be.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Muggy Dragon
muggy day
dragon day
muggy dragon day
in the mud
dragons play
on this muddy, muggy, dragon day
murky water dragon slips
under surface, under ships
rocking them slightly
scaring them wildly
laughing silently
blowing bubbles
surfacing flying
immune to dying
dreading the isolation
that's bound to come
poem by Bonnie Cote
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Care For Some Tea? - A Kyrielle
If you are smart, you will listen to me
Remember not all tales are just make believe
Dragons in snuggies are not just seen on TV
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
I don't know how I got there, I hadn't a clue
But the next thing I heard was one lump or two
And he smiled most wide with his eyes all agleam
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
His teeth were all pointy, as long as my shoe
And with a smile like that, who was I to refuse
So I smiled as I stammered 'can I have three? '
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
If you are smart, you will listen to me
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
poem by Sheri Hockman
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Princess And The Black Horse-IV(Isle Of Dragon)
'O, O Princess, this place unknown, inmates may harm,
come back, dear, we have to save your father's life.'
He followed her and going far reached at a cave,
where thick bushes, and weeds, clambers only did thrive.
What did he see, just imagine it's beyond our reach!
A dragon with his fiery mouth, was gasping fast.
The princess there was watching him as mesmerized.
The dragon seemed as if ill, in sporadic dust.
He noticed scars all over his wounded skin.
The dragon then signalled them beside to sit.
A bluish grume was coming out his scarred body.
Excited was he that they could hear his heart-beat.
Softy Princess, in keen sadness, uttered sotto voce-
'Oh! my Gosh! save good dragon with thine power! '
and took out dust that could cure fatal bruise,
(the wizard told) and put that on for an hour.
The dragon felt comfort and told his sad life story...
They used to live happily in that isle until Evilo
dragon, started living with them and mischievously
spoiled peace of mind, the mirth, laughter, smile Oh! .
Last night they had a final fight in which defeated he!
The island dragons fled in fear thinking half-dead!
Alone he was waiting death, and praying to Fire God.
Blackberry then fanned him and princess kissed on head.
The Sun was then going down, down the ding-dong mount.
Woh! just, just then Blackberry turned into a black horse!
The princess then, lit taper from the dragon's mouth's fire,
and told dragon to take long rest and forbade to remorse.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Chief Slayer
Cautious and the chief
He lives along the way of
The dragon of death
Thoughts of many men
Are combating disease of
A dragon breathing
poem by Naveed Akram
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Red Dragon
Of a great red dragon,
Having seven heads and ten horns;
Of a great red dragon,
Having seven crowns upon her heads;
But, the twenty-four Elders need peace at their seats.
Of the red dragon,
Like the time of the dead!
And there arose a smoke out of the pit,
For she who is with a child is labouringh in pain;
And the red dragon is ready to take up the child!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Troll Named John
There is a Troll that nobody knows
-only the Princess Sarah Star -
who Troll protects so.
The Troll's first name is really John
who fights Razel ice dragons all night long—
Even when he's tired he still sings a funny song.
This funny song makes Razel ice dragons go back to sleep-
Troll has to make sure Princess Sarah Star is safe as sheep.
Protecting the Princess Sarah Star
from Razel ice dragon's ice fire—
Troll has abundant energy he never does tire.
Troll eats a lot of green mystical flowers—
they give him very magical powers.
The funny Troll must toll and fight—
Razel ice dragon can't stand the smell
of Troll's bad breathe late at night.
Troll also makes a funny sound-
that brings Razel ice dragons to the ground.
It's a loud roar that he does from his
gigantic creaky brown bridge door…
The door opens and funny Troll comes out—
he starts to bang around, stamping with a shout.
Princess Sarah Star hears this high up on her balcony—
then a fight that starts near the Ferronian trees.
Luckily funny Troll has power in that domain
he has traps that make Razel ice dragons go insane.
Now Princess Sarah Star can sleep soundly at last—
for funny Troll has made sure Razel ice dragons
are melted without a freezing chance!
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Time Travel Fantasy
My head is in the forest
And Im thinking about you
The mist is pulling lightly on the timber
My thoughts are of the forest
And Im sure Im not in view
Of anyone but the dragon
And the prince of song
I cannot see the daytime
For my head is in the night
The fog is gently swaying on the moor now
I hardly know the difference
>from the dark into the light
Since I was with the dragon
Its been far too long
My feet cant keep my thoughts
>from running out on me this time
The haze is passing fully cross the skyline
Wheres the girl to hold me
To the boundaries of my mind
Princess with bag of crystal
Thats where I belong
Now will my head stay with the night
And watch the chance I take
All the dew has gathered on the heather
Will I go to sleep again
Or will I stay awake
Let me linger with the dragon
And the prince of song
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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A Dragon
Faster dragons will question my integrity,
Like a man detested I seek my revenge
On the bravery which defiled the bad dragon
That defends itself, itself and no other.
A little disorder is an alphabet to learn
For this dragon to learn and teach to its young.
The eggs have hatched and little do you know -
A word has been conveyed of late - you are mad!
The mad dragon has been a large eater of its own eggs!
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Musical Instrument
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.
High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.
He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.
'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
'The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.
Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, --
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Magic Dragon Theatre
Look at all the advertising
Some kind of show, come if youre going
Patronize the magic dragon
Walk through the door, kiss off your boredom
Tuning up the orchestra, bringing down the ceiling lights
All at once the curtain goes up
Now it begins, strike up the band
Bring on the dancing girls and the freak parade
Look to your right where a gentleman sat
There sits a monkey in a tall silk hat
The lady on the left is now a pumpkin pie
Thats when you notice that your chair is flying
High in the sky out over the sea
But dont wonder why, where else could you be but
Where anything can happen,
Down at the magic dragon theatre
More than you can imagine,
Down at the magic dragon theatre
(come to the magic dragon)
Do you fancy melodrama?
Tragedys mask, yours for the asking
Madness a la magic dragon
Who could that be at this time of night?
Im sure we werent followed dr. klang
Wait, pull down your knickers, hes going to hit us
Here goes your cue, dont blow your line
Dam, danger! Im gonna go out there and get, get, get ...
All of a sudden theres a flash of light
Stars begin appearing in a moonlit night
Your vision of reality has gone awry
Thats when you notice that your mind is flying
High in the sky out over the sea
But dont wonder why, where else could you be but
song performed by by Utopia
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Troll Named John
There is a Troll that nobody knows
-only the Princess Sarah Star -
who Troll protects so.
The Troll's first name is really John
who fights Razel ice dragons all night long—
Even when he's tired he still sings a funny song.
This funny song makes Razel ice dragons go back to sleep-
Troll has to make sure Princess Sarah Star is safe as sheep.
Protecting the Princess Sarah Star
from Razel ice dragon's ice fire—
Troll has abundant energy he never does tire.
Troll eats a lot of green mystical flowers—
they give him very magical powers.
The funny Troll must toll and fight—
Razel ice dragon can't stand the smell
of Troll's bad breathe late at night.
Troll also makes a funny sound-
that brings Razel ice dragons to the ground.
It's a loud roar that he does from his
gigantic creaky brown bridge door…
The door opens and funny Troll comes out—
he starts to bang around, stamping with a shout.
Princess Sarah Star hears this high up on her balcony—
then a fight that starts near the Ferronian trees.
Luckily funny Troll has power in that domain
he has traps that make Razel ice dragons go insane.
Now Princess Sarah Star can sleep soundly at last—
for funny Troll has made sure Razel ice dragons
are melted without a freezing chance!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 21,2012
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Red Rose and Red Dragon (Poem 2 from Roses Series)
Be careful with this wild red rose,
no human planted it.
It was a red dragon.
You touch it,
you burn...Literally.
You'll feel the reign of it's fire.
You touch the red dragons red rose,
he might not burn you to death,
instead he might rip you apart.
Leaving bloody pieces behind.
So, if you don't want to have,
a red dragons wrath upon you...
I suggest you not touch the red rose.
It'll serve you good.
Beware of the red dragon,
when it comes to its' red rose.
poem by Ninja Soul
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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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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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