Eternal Guardians fr M lady Fiona
To you a thousand years would seem
as a mere moment passing by
The faintest echo of a dream
that would not even justify.
The opening of a watchful eye
nor yet the twitching of an ear
From guardian dragons who still lie
in peaceful sleep not far from here.
As they have done for centuries.
Until some danger threatens. Then
they will fulfil the prophecies.
Take to the skies to protect men.
Or so the ancient legends say.
Though disbelieved by modern men.
It may be true I cannot say
the dragons will not fly again.
The time will come when they must fly
emerging from their hiding place.
What the will modern man reply
to saviours of the human race.
25-Jan-09
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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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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.
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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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Dragons Teeth.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Devastation, desolation
the aftermath of modern war.
Although it shocks us to the core
It recalls to our attention.
We know: we’ve seen it all before.
We have chosen to ignore
Lack of valid information
The aftermath of modern war
To us it’s just another chore
needing little explanation.
We know: We’ve seen it all before
There is no way we can
restore any kind of cultivation.
The after math of modern war.
Still danger lies for evermore
unexploded ammunition.
The aftermath of modern war.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Sunday,28 November 2010
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I believe in Fairies too for M lady Ernestine
Sometimes at night across the sky.
I see the silver dragons fly.
Although not everyone can see
the dragons dancing gracefully.
My friends think I have lost the plot
but I assure them I have not.
I don’t know why they cannot see
what is so very clear to me.
Perhaps I have an open mind
and they do not, so they are blind.
Moonlight reflecting on their scales.
This is a sight that never fails
to make me stop and realise.
Some cannot see though they have eyes.
They don’t believe the evidence
of their own eyes. It makes no sense.
Because they can’t believe it’s true
and won’t adjust their point of view.
But I believe and I can see
the dragons flying easily.
When twilight falls if you just try,
you too will see them fly
Unless you too, have closed your
mind and don’t believe in dragon kind.
2-Jul-08
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Return of the exiles for M'lady Lucianne
At last the dragon race is free
from the long exile they have served.
A very heavy penalty imposed
although it was not deserved.
Found guilty although innocent.
They had no choice but to obey
and so began their banishment.
Reluctantly they made their way.
To a far distant galaxy
where they were forced to make their home.
The Dragons waited patiently
they knew in time the call would come.
They have returned triumphantly.
Their unjust exile at an end
back to their home world eagerly.
Where they are needed to defend
the human race from anarchy
They reassume their ancient role,
as guardians of humanity
and once again they will patrol.
The skies of earth vigilantly
and will restore the old values.
Neglected by the humanity
allowed to fall into disuse.
All will be treated equally
and peace will reign on earth once more.
Now that the dragon race is free
These benign guardians of the law.
All will accept this gratefully.
The gentle and the innocent.
But some will tremble fearfully
afraid of well earned punishment.
Today I saw the dragons fly.
A sight I never thought to see
in graceful arcs across the sky.
To guard and guide humanity.
13-Aug-08
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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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The Hills Abide
The everlasting hills their secrets keep
concealed in paces where men rarely tread.
Lie mouldering bones of men who are long dead
What caused their death nobody knows or cares.
In quietude and solitary they sleep.
Their skeletons defy the passing years.
The peaceful hills have seen men come and go.
Some few remain but most are passing through
In search of land to settle. Somewhere new.
Where they can raise their crops and live in peace
in the more fertile bottom lands below.
Protected from the winds that never cease.
Across the ancient hills which can endure
as they have done for passing centuries
The heat of summer and the winter’s freeze.
The hardy breed of men who chose to stay.
Were slow and steady men but very sure
they could and would survive in their own way.
The half wild sheep which graze these ancient hills.
Know much more than their shepherds know
of secret trails that wander to and fro.
Across the vast expanse beneath the sky
from sheltered sheepfolds to the flowing rills.
The sheep accept and do not wonder why.
11-Jun-08
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Que Sera, Sera
Que Sera, Sera
A New Year lies ahead of us. I must admit I’m curious.
to see if experts prophecies will turn out to be theories.
Which passing time will not sustain and leave the experts to explain.
Just how and why they got it wrong I’m sure they’ll sing the same old song.
We’re only men what we express is just an educated guess.
You have to place it in context. They do not know what will come next.
No more than any other man.Although they all profess they can
interpret the faint signs they see and can predict with accuracy.
What events will come to be but get it wrong consistently
That’s why I listen cynically and mostly unbelievingly.
When experts choose to air their views, I find their words of little use.
I much prefer to wait and see: What fate decrees will come to be..
1-Jan-09
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I wish you all a happy and peaceful 2009
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Blinded by Pride for JT Ellison
Before recorded history.
Were men truly uncivilised?
or are we merely ill advised
and misinterpret what we see.
Some ancient monuments still stand.
Which we cannot explain today.
How were they built? No man can say.
Although we strive to understand.
Suggestive of technology
which is unknown to modern man.
We can’t explain it no one can.
There is no reason I can see.
There should not be technology
which we can’t duplicate today
Which somehow somewhere went astray
which brought them down eventually.
But modern man cannot accept.
That we too may have gone astray
and blunders blindly on his way,
As did the others I suspect.
Before the great catastrophe
reduced them back to primitives
Perhaps we do not want to see
a parallel with our lives.
Cursed by our curiosity
Mankind meddles where he should not.
Condemned to act impulsively
the lessons of the past forgot.
Perhaps in time mankind will learn
there are some things we may not know
or we will vanish in our turn.
And leave only ruins to show.
The heights to which we once aspired.
New races will investigate.
By remnants we have left inspired
and no doubt confidently state.
They are much wiser than we were
as we are inclined to boast today.
Each generation seems to prefer
to think theirs is the only way.
May be its true we’ve reached the peak
The highest point our race can reach
and that we have found what we seek.
I rather think events will teach.
That in due course this is not true
We too will vanish without trace.
and clear the way for something new
As early races had to do.
2-Oct-08
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Modern Dancing
Modern, modern, modern, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
I see you acting modernly with the boys and girls
Exposure breeds discovery in the modern world
The 60's hairdos 90's eyes are just flashing lights
A touch of neon hinting class for the modern night
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
Mono vision tv face and determined eyes
The clothes are perfect the rips in place just the perfect size
Familiarity breeds contempt but it doesn't show
We've heard the music times before but it still makes you go
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, dancing
....variations to fade....
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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley
To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.
7-Jun-08
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Harmless pastime for friend Thad
When I survey the skies at night.
I try to count the points of light
although I know it can’t be done
I still attempt to just for fun.
The light which we perceive today
has taken centuries they say.
To travel at the speed of light
from stars beyond our human sight.
Perhaps its true, perhaps its not
but does it matter. Not a lot.
The stars I think that I can see
are part of my reality.
Though they burnt out eons ago.
the speed of light seems very slow.
I see them as they used to be
and that is good enough for me.
I understand each is a sun
but still I count them just for fun.
Those distant twinkling points of light
To me a source of pure delight.
I like to sit and fantasise
about these beacons in the skies.
Set my imagination free
as I sit watching quietly.
6-Mar-09
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Undervalued for Friend Leslie Alexis
Some gain fame undeservedly
The spot light of publicity
can transform a nonentity
into a new celebrity.
Like shooting stars across the sky
they brightly glow and quickly die.
They do not last although they try
Because there is no reason why.
They achieved fame in the first place.
They disappear and leave no trace.
Becoming just another face
amongst the teeming human race.
Replaced by some other would be
famous well known celebrity.
Selected by the powers that be
who can control publicity.
What makes me really furious
they have nothing to offer us.
At least nothing that’s serious
They act the fool and make a fuss.
The worship of celebrities
is a modern age disease.
Which fills me with a vague unease
It may be that I’m hard to please.
I must admit that it is true
Perhaps you think the way I do
I’m sure that there are many who
don’t get the recognition due.
Whilst some so called celebrity
receives unearned publicity
The heroes we don’t hear or see
languish in obscurity.
Nobody seems to recognise
the little men the working guys
are worth more than celebrities
who gained their fame by blatant lies.
6-Nov-08
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Opposing views.
Opposing views.
Alone outlined against the skies.
An ancient druid proudly stands
Or so it seems to human eyes.
Upright erect with outstretched hands.
As if appealing for Gods aid
Against the Roman conquerors
Who have decided to invade
and stamp the old ways out by force.
But only when the sun is high
At other times it’s just a tree.
A trick of light deceives the eye.
Although the locals disagree.
They disregard the experts view.
For they still hold the legend true.
Friday,12 November 2010
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Before the beginning
Why does the human race exist?
Unanswered questions will persist.
Philosophers and scientists
All try to penetrate the mists.
It seems as if each answer found,
leads to a question more profound.
It often seems the evidence
flies in the face of common sense.
Some premises I accept as true
may seem quite different to you.
The things we know or think we know.
Frequently prove to be not so.
It all depends how we perceive
the so called facts which we believe.
Is there a God it would seem so.
I can believe but do not know.
We cannot prove it either way
and so unanswered questions stay.
Unanswered now as they have done
since mans history was begun.
Although we ask we get no reply
Is God still there or did he die?
16/04/2009
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New Rules for M lady Tara
Pretty kimonos.
Now replaced by western dress.
Progress: I suppose,
function before prettiness
Old traditions
are discarded carelessly.
Modern notions
displace the old courtesy
No one show respect.
Me first is the constant cry
A price we must pay.
Following the western way.
In our striving for success.
No time now for politeness.
A choka sonnet
Saturday,16 January 2010
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Are you afraid of the dark for M' lady Tara
The silent shadows secretly
hide in dark corners through the day.
They are aware that they must wait
until nightfall to congregate.
In the open and combine
into something man can’t define.
An entity with one desire
to terrify and to inspire.
In the hearts and minds of men
old atavistic memories
The fears their forbears knew again
from which they can gain no release,
As long as total darkness reigns
When dawn breaks; then the sun will rise.
The shadows flee to hide again.
Conceal them selves from human eyes..
As always they will lie in wait
in hidden corners out of sight.
Patiently to congregate
to celebrate the fall of night.
When shadows come into their own.
Reviving mankind’s ancient fears
of darkness when daylight has flown.
As they have done for countless years,
and will for all the years to come.
Although the modern man believes
Such foolish fears he’ll overcome
It’s only himself he deceives.
13/05/2009
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Boyhood Dreams.
Boyhood dreams.
You were.
My dream come true
To you I am the boy next door.
Although I’d like to be much more
I dare
not voice my love.
I am afraid you’d laugh at me.
So I must worship secretly
Your smile
can make my day.
You speak to me but I’m too shy
A stumble over my reply
Although
I think you know
That I am in love with you
You also know it isn’t true
But you
Choose to pretend
you do not know although you do
There’s nothing else that you can do.
You do.
What you think best.
Now I am older I can see
That you were very kind to me.
You could
have ignored me.
But you did not you really tried
To let me keep my boyish pride.
Intact
To interact
With me in such a gentle way
Which I remember still today
My thanks
Are due to you.
As I matured I found new dreams
That may come true or so it seems.
Saturday,05 November 2011
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Ageless Beauty for M lady Ernestine
True beauty lies beneath the skin.
It’s not something for surface show.
A quality which lies within
but others can bask in its glow.
Some beauty fades as years pass by.
No matter how hard you may fight
to hide the signs you can’t deny
True beauty shines through ever bright.
True beauty is not visible
but rather something which you feel.
Something which makes you comfortable
the passing years can never steal.
True beauty thinks of others first
and offers love without reserve.
As a cool drink will quench our thirst
it gives us more than we deserve.
True beauty is a quality
which lasts until the day you die.
A precious gift that’s given free
which no amount of cash can buy.
Beauty is skin deep so they say.
Of mere good looks that is quite true.
Youthful prettiness fades away
but inner beauty still shines through.
23-Jun-08
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