Somersault
we are no old-fashioned heroes
who fight a blind dragon or two
then retire into the forest
to warn off others in stories
just of how dragons are slain.
we have only litanies of loss
to demons who never die, who
can never be killed, (only out-
witted, pacified, subdued) :
each of us a library of disease.
and who recognizes us, the crazy
ones who live life as if it's some
sort of perfect dive-
a tumbling
off the high board into free fall,
quick somersault, waveless
arching exit through surface?
poem by Doug Bentley
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Demons and dragons
The world is a site
where demons and dragons ceaselessly fight
Confucius called Lao Tse a dragon
The Tao Te Ching is the dragon
that is locked in mortal fight with
capitalism and logocentrism
Capitalism is the child of logocentrism
The everwidening market
is but the child of logocentrism
Oh Europe away from the tao
you are walking along the craterof a live volcano
Look below
Eternal fire that sprang from the Word
eagerly waits to cosume you
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Fall Free
(bairnson, elliott, parsons)
Whats the use of worrying
If well be here tomarrow
All we need to be is here today
Dont care if youre rich
Or if you have to beg and borrow
You can always find a way
Dive and breakaway
Fall free
Freedoms in the air
Its calling you
Your heart is there
Fall free
Blaze accross the sky
The perfect fall
The perfect high
Mother earth looks peaceful
As we climb towards the ceiling
We must be ten thousand feet or more
Hear the windrush screaming
While we fight to curb our feelings
As we stand beside the door
Let our spirits soar
Fall free
Freedoms in the air
Its calling you
Your heart is there
Fall free
Blaze accross the sky
The perfect fall
The perfect high
Vocal steve overland
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary and richard cottle
Additional backing vocals peter beckett
(inspired by rob harris, world champion skysurfer)
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Not A Fairytale
You think my life's a fairy tale
As happy as can be
Knight in shining armor
Saves the damsel in distress
Dragon slain
If this is a fairy tale
My life is far from it
You're no knight in shining armor
The damsel can take care of herself
And there are more dragons than you realize
In forms of a stepdad, homelife, even you
Bet thats not what you were expecting
In this 'fairy tale'
The only way to save me
Is to slain ALL the dragons
But let me guess
You would never slain yourself
So much for a happy ending
poem by Anna Dietze
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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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Chaos Rules for Friend Thad
The Dragoness last of her race.
Lies somnolent beneath the sun,
there will be none to take her place.
Remembering her youth long gone.
Three thousand years of life she’s seen.
The Dragons are a long lived race.
She can recall when there had been
a world of peace, a perfect place.
But upstart monkeys, protomen.
A warlike and fast breeding race
which quickly and grew again.
Usurped the Dragons living space.
They forced the Dragons to withdraw
from where they’d lived for centuries.
But still the men demanded more
of the fertile territories.
Though Dragons were more powerful.
By nature peaceably inclined
did not resist as usual
and this encouraged humankind.
To spread across each continent
and keep the Dragons in retreat.
Their numbers grew incontinent.
The Dragon race could not compete.
The Dragons rule brought to a close
The age of peace on earth was gone
simply because the dragons chose
not to resist.Should they have done?
That is the question in her mind
as she waits patiently to die.
The last survivor of her kind
She asks but she gets no reply.
The human race now rules supreme.
Rather a doubtful victory
A night mare fashioned from a dream
for man is mans worst enemy.
6-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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Sea Dragons
Along Australia’s meandering coastline
Live a bevy of remarkable sea life
But none so spectacular then
The elegant sea dragons
Part myth but weedy camouflage
Their long thin bodies like needles
And elongated snouts
Make the sea dragon hard to detect
Now endangered the leafy sea dragon
Is immortalised a the marine emblem
Of South Australia
Like their cousins the sea horses
They live in the depths of the sea
Male dragons conceive and maintain the brood
Until they hatch and whilst mother dragon
Swim nearby like the imperial guards of old
Guarding their offspring against predators
So should you ever be lucky enough
You might cast an eye on this elegant creature
The supermodels of the deep!
Den Of Demonic Dragon
Den of destruction is far away from us,
The rigours of its interior are like a mansion house.
The map shows our blunders, far too costly
For we can not arrive so early at the tomb.
A toolbox is required, for to angrily state necessities
Is far too costly, the dragons of demons are near.
We ask for a maple leaf to indicate peace
To the dragon of demons, an evil work of art.
Archangels are the arbiters of our smooth journey
To the centre of this flat world.
Archeology is asked for, the dragon is dead,
For we found its head in the middle of a mountain.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Pictured Within
here be friends...
here be heroes...
here be sunshine...
here be grey...
here be life...
here love lies bleeding...
memories so hazy...
and dreams that drove me crazy
here be down...
here be paradise...
here be starbright...
here be pain...
here be smiles in eyes like rainbows...
my father and my mother...
my sisters and my brother -
pictured within
where there're shadows ill met by moonlight...
there are dragons I have slain...
and here be bright eyes with hair so golden...
sunrise and sunset and running free...
and laughing at the rain
here be home...
here be travellin'...
here be thunder...
here be blue...
and Sometimes heaven and thoughts of wonder...
the Miracle of children...
a poet and a pilgrim
kith and kin - pictured within
lose and win - pictured within
song performed by by Deep Purple
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If My Life Were a Fairytale
I wish my life were a fairytale,
wher there's a big house,
with a loving family,
and best of all
Prince Charming who I love
And live happily ever after with.
: If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have a perfect,
loveing family.
That spends quality
time with eachother,
Free from negativity.
If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have the perfect body.
Tall, skinny, perfect skin,
hair and teeth.
Free from fighting with that
girl looking back at me in the mirror.
If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have the perfect friends,
with the perfect families,
and sharre so many
good memories with.
Free from all the drama.
If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have a big house,
that was spotless,
wish so much to do.
Free from dirtyness.
If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have all the money
in the worl, where I could
buy anything in the world.
Free from the worry of debt.
If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have the perfect man,
who'd I'd call my prince charming,
who is loving and caring.
Free from feeling lonely.
If my life were a fairytale,
I'd have the perfect life,
that everyone would wish for.
Free from judging.
But my life's not a fairytale,
It will never be.
Life is ful of challenges,
and obstacles that you have to fight
throught everyday.
Life is not a fairytale,
It never is.
If only the Cinderella Story
were true.
Quick to Dump Their Junk
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump.
Quick to dump their junk,
And then start running.
Quicker to abuse their minds.
Quicker to find the time to whine.
And quick to say who's nuts...
And who ain't crazy.
It seems easier to walk away from people raging.
Easier to say who should be who they are.
Easier to start a fight.
Easier to say who's not living right.
And easier to be the one who sleeps at night.
Quick and easy it seems not to worry.
It appears some live lives free of mental strife.
Quick and easy it seems for them not to hurry.
When a life they choose to live,
Is not disguised by lies.
It seems some can take their lumps and not be moaning.
Or groan from Sunrise 'til that Sun goes down.
Whether they keep a faith.
Or pray every second of each day.
They don't walk around,
With a face to frown.
Why is it...
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump?
And why is it...
Some are quick to dump their junk,
And run?
Why are they...
Quicker to abuse their minds.
And why so quick are they to whine?
And quick they are to say who's nuts...
But they're not crazy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Could
If you could dive like a penguin…
You could dive off of a triple-high diving board
If you could jump like a cat…
You could jump off of a rooftop and land on your feet
If you could have nine lives like a cat…
You could kill yourself eight times
And live
If you could swing like a monkey…
You could beat every other creature in the world
If you could run like a cheetah…
You could be chased by seven million hunters and never get caught
If you could know what the earth thought and wanted
You could make me happy for life
Ballade Of Dead Republics
Tell me ye King-craft of to-day
Where is Athens, who made men free;
Then sank into stupor by the way,
Subdued by the Spartan tyranny?
And Rome that staggered to death, perdie,
Stabbed by the sword of Hannibal,
And bled by patrician infamy --
The Dragon of Greed destroyed them all!
Cleon and Pericles held sway
O'er the foes of Greek democracy.
The Gracchi brothers struggled to stay
The stress of the Ceasars' stern decree.
And look at Rienzi's passion, he
Who strove the republic to recall!
Slain at last for his perfidy --
The Dragon of Greed destroyed them all!
What of Florence and Venice, say?
And the Netherlands that ruled the sea?
And Cromwell's England more strong than they
Which banished the throne and the bended knee?
Yes, and Savonarola's plea,
And William of Orange's rise and fall?
Yea, though they labored for you and me --
The Dragon of Greed destroyed them all!
ENVOY.
Prince! 'tis the year of your jubilee,
The great republic is in your thrall.
And who will restore her armory?--
The Dragon of Greed destroyed them all!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Fire Dragon
Crack and sparkling fireworks in the night sky
In the overflow
Surely the fire dragon stays tumbling about
Oleander is blooming
Morning is coming from the horizon
The muddy glasses are taken out from the ground
Among the mountains
The fire dragon is tumbling about
Matched game aims for one
But the square root of one is not merely one
The bloody clothes are taken out from the ground
Between the people
Surely the fire dragon stays tumbling about
It comes disappearing and appearing
In the flood of time
Red Money
Oh, can you feel it in the way
That a man is not a man?
Can you see it in the sky
That the landscape is too high?
Like a nervous disease
And its been there all along
It will tumble from the sky
Its been there all along
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Red money
Can you hear it fall
Can you hear it well
Can you hear it at all
I was really feeling good
Reet petite and how dya do
Then I got the small red box
And I didnt know what to do
cause my fingers could not grope
And I could not give it away
And I knew I must not drop it
Stop it, take it away
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Tumbling central
Red money
Can you hear it fall
Can you hear it well
Can you hear it at all
Project cancelled
Tumbling central
Red money
Can you hear it fall
Can you hear it well
Can you hear it at all
Can you hear it at all
Can you hear it at all
Red money
Red money
Red money
Red money
Such responsibility
Its up to you and me
song performed by by David Bowie
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When The Heavens Shed Tears
the final war to purge and purify this sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred with righteousness, weaved from deception.
down on bent knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we feast with blood soaked deceit
destruction creeps but demons don't speak.
for the truth makes hearts bleed with sorrow
so angels watch the funeral march
and wait for a desined tomorrow
preyed upon by the pestilence of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the grave we forfeit.
freedom to the ranks of slaves
demons dance to a black symphony
as the war comes quick to a close
and angels on high look down
in disgust to a dead earth that circles below
when the heavens shed tears
a sordid dusk rapes their sun-sorched machinery of disease.
this brutal path we tread etched by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation crafted by hands that would kill... that would kill
a wasteland,
a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves life to commodity,
our souls committed to atrocity,
no sort of prayer can save us now but...
still we will fight down from the heavens into the arms of my mother earth.
to burn the cradle of civilization - returned to dust,
still we will fight down from the heavens
song performed by by Undying
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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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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
poem by Christina Sunrise
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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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Open Book's Monologue Part 5: Welcome To The Library!
Welcome to the library! come one come all
Welcome to the library! come with your brethren on this wall
Welcome to the library! come all you books tattered or new
Welcome to the library! come tired and overdue
Yes welcome to the library the place where you're most mundane
Yes welcome to the library the place where you're to endure most pain
Yes welcome to the library where you'll sit unwanted
Yes welcome to the library where you'll sit haunted
Yes welcome to the library where everyone's just like you
Yes welcome to the library where we're all books too!
Yes welcome to the library where you can take comfort
Yes welcome to the library where In the fact you're no longer unique
Yes welcome to the library You're just pen marks ink
Departing the library? I think not, even if you get out we'll bring you back
Departing the library? Here you rot, but we'll dust you to ease your passing
Departing the library? Don't make me laugh, here you're black and white
Departing the library? Nobody argues on your behalf, look more amassing
Welcome to the library! A place of keeping and safety
Welcome to the library! Take your place you'll like it, just wait and see
Welcome to the library! New books don't mind the old they're disillusioned
Welcome to the library! You've sold your soul... but it's too late for you
so WELCOME
poem by David Knox
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