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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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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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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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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She guards the guardian Story poem
The dragon soars on silver wings
and as he flies the dragon sings.
Of where he’s been and what he’s done.
Since first he hatched beneath the sun
He can despite his mighty size,
dance in the air so gracefully
He is the focus of all eyes
His audience watch gratefully.
His singing voice a baritone.
He sings a love song to his mate
Condemned for now to wait alone.
The dragon’s flight decreed by fate.
A dragon’s task is to protect
And this is what he means to do
He does not know what to expect
But does as fate has bid him to
It might be just a false alarm.
Although he is prepared to fight
to shield his people from all harm
A sacred duty and a right.
He disappears into the blue
too high too far for us to see
And does what guardians have to do
He then returns triumphantly.
Another battle he has won.
Swiftly returns to join his mate.
He is a doughty champion
a fact that we appreciate.
Earth bound; again the dragon sings.
His vibrant tones rise to the skies
Enfold his mate within his wings.
She lies content with half closed eyes
He must renew his energy.
In case some challenge should arise.
She snuggles in contentedly.
The dragoness for she is wise.
He has his task and she has hers.
A joint responsibility
The dragoness knows what she prefers
to lie together quietly.
But she accepts without demur.
He has no choice but play his part.
She knows he will return to her.
She is the keeper of his heart.
09/07/2009
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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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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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Clear the Stage
The world was; before mankind was born
and will be when the last mans gone
There will be no left to mourn.
Who will replace us still unknown
It seems that since the world began
Dame Nature tries experiments
the latest of which seems to be man
She has established precedents.
At one time reptiles ruled the earth.
at last ashamed of what she’d wrought.
Great behemoths of giant girth
She wiped them out without a thought.
She cleared the way to try again
With creatures more intelligent
the reptile’s loss the mammals gain.
This seemed to her to represent.
A forward leap towards her goal.
Although she waited patiently
She was convinced that on the whole
too little progress she could see.
She thought maybe that the monkeys
With just a little tinkering
could be persuaded from the trees
The monkeys proved to be willing.
Monkeys evolved slowly into men
and not quite as she meant they should...
Her well laid plans had failed again
At last Dame Nature understood.
Mankind was too belligerent.
Determined to go his own sweet way.
A little too intelligent
he saw no reason to obey.
the rules Dame Nature had laid down
Rebelled against them constantly.
Convinced that he should wear the crown
Until at last reluctantly.
She thought it time to call a halt.
Another failed experiment
some inbred genetic fault.
Rendered them obsolescent.
The human race had reached their peak
and stubbornly refused to change.
Considering themselves unique.
The time had come to re arrange.
the way they thought and urgently.
They’d had their chance but lost their way
Nature reacted ruthlessly
That’s why there are no men today.
The world is peaceful once again
Without the constant battling
between opposing bands of men.
There is no sabre rattling.
I have no doubt she’ll try again
Perhaps next time she’ll get it right
with some new race replacing men
Without the warlike appetite.
The world was before mankind was born
and will be when the last man has gone
their wilfulness not to be borne.
the fault was theirs and theirs alone.
Dame nature warned them frequently
Her warnings they chose to ignore
So full of pride they could not see
That it was time to pay the score.
Extinction is the penalty
which failed experiments must pay.
This is the harsh reality
The race of man has had its day.
28-Jan-09
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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
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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
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Above and beyond the call of duty for JT Ellison
Above and beyond the call of duty
Do Roman ghosts still guard the wall?
Far from their homelands in the sun.
I wonder if they thought at all.
They would remain their duty done.
As corpses in cold northern clay
or dreamt that they would return home.
In triumph on some distant day
to a well earned heroes welcome.
Sometimes when the blue twilight fall
I sit enrapt in reverie
and fancy that I hear their calls.
Although there’s nothing I can see.
Though one or two claim they can see
the roman sentries on patrol.
Along the wall quite frequently.
A sad parade of earth bound souls.
Who died too quick to understand
that they were dead their spirits free.
So they obey the last command
still do their duty faithfully.
Do Roman ghost still guard the walls?
I cannot answer honestly
I only know when twilight falls.
I think they might quite possibly
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Matchless Partnership for M lady Chitra
I have a friend who can pretend.
She’s just a piece of jewellery
A ploy she uses to defend
herself from closer scrutiny.
A member of the dragon race
although she is a miniature
my lapel is her favourite place
where she is certain she’s secure
When I am sitting on my own
she loves to light my smoke for me.
But only when we are alone
and she is sure no one can see.
Communicating mentally
we get along quite happily.
18-Aug-08
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Taking Liberties too far
The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be
Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.
It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.
They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.
A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.
The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.
08/10/2009
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Pandemic
The symptoms strike so suddenly
A headache and a runny nose.
Not serious apparently
you have no reason to suppose.
That you have contracted something new
that you will die in agony.
A mutant strain of common flu
an ever changing enemy.
A virus which we can’t contain
because it spreads so easily
An ancient plague has struck again
Invariably fatally
There’s no escape nowhere to run.
Out breaks occur spontaneously
We’re doing all that can be done.
At home and internationally.
Although some victims do survive
we do not know the reason why
What keeps the lucky few alive.
We have no choice we have to try.
To find a cure for this disease
Which some see as a punishment
inflicted by a god displeased
and others as an accident..
We’ve seen it happen once before
The death toll from the Spanish flu
killed more than died in the Great War.
Nature produces something new.
When mankind’s numbers grow too high.
She knows the world can not sustain
too many people some must die
to reach a balance once again.
She does not flinch or hesitate
She knows exactly what to do
she has to act before too late.
So she creates a mutant flu.
Mans tendency to overbreed
Means Mother Nature will decide
there are too many mouths to feed.
The time has come to override.
The wishes of humanity
Reduce their numbers savagely
A task she does efficiently
although perhaps reluctantly.
What seems to be wanton cruelty
can be a blessing in disguise.
There’s every possibility
The race of man will realise.
The time has come to exercise
his free will much more sensibly.
and that in truth the answer lies
in acting more responsibly.
The earths resources are finite
we have to change our wasteful ways.
Or else give in without a fight
and see the end of mankinds days.
26/04/2009
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Her Own Choice
She could no longer cope alone.
Knew all too well that it was true
and there was something else she knew.
Her race was run, time to move on.
She did not wish to vegetate
in some well run establishment
Where lunch became the main event.
With no attempt to stimulate.
The workings of an agile mind,
trapped inside a useless shell.
A body which had served her well.
Before her health was undermined,
by ailments which progressively
destroyed all of her abilities.
The time had come to quit the game.
So she decided she would die
in her own bed in her own home
To be pain free would be welcome.
So she died voluntarily.
The cause of death no mystery.
She chose to exercise her right,
While she had the will to write
the finish to her life story.
22/04/2009
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This World Is Magic
Dreams can make you fly
This world is magic
Rainbows in the sky
This world is magic to me
Dreams can make you fly
This world is magic
We need peace on earth
The second birth of paradise
This world is magic
This world is magic to me
This world is magic
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
We need peace on Earth
The second birth of paradise
This world is what we share
The nature and the air
Life could be paradise
Eternal peace is what we need
To live in harmony
For human history
Pray for a better world
When you close your eyes again
Planet Earth, that's the name of my place
I'm born in this world, in the entire space
Planet earth, is my home, is my face
Follow your trace embrace this human race
In case, there's a new decade in human history
I'm talking about respect this is my destiny
Feel free, and stop running away
From the doubt in your mind,- never fade to grey
Planet Earth, gentle and blue
Then cold as a rock, or ice without a hue
Planet earth, made out of dust
A big ball of metal, condemn to rust
Pray, let your soul be free
Find out how to heal a bleeding wound don't stand around
Life could be paradise, peace on earth is what I found
All around in a magic world from the air to the ground
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Escape Mechanism
I was in pain, in agony
and saw no way to gain relief.
Then all at once I seemed to be
beside myself quite literally.
Some how I had escaped my pain
just left my agony behind
so I was comfortable again.
I thought at first I was insane.
And yet I knew I was still me
but by some magic of my mind.
I had escaped I’d struggled free.
Although it felt quite strange to see.
My body sitting in my chair.
To see myself from the outside.
As though I was both here and there.
I found it rather hard to bear.
I wondered then if I had died
and that was how I came to be
Observing myself from outside
I understood I must decide
I had a choice to be pain free
and leave the life I knew behind.
I chose somewhat reluctantly
and I returned immediately.
Back to the inside looking out
I don’t pretend to understand
what happened but I have no doubt.
Although I rarely talk about.
The day I found that I could be
in two places at one time.
Experience simultaneously
to be pain wracked and be pain free.
I sometimes voluntarliy
decide to take a holiday
from aches and pains which distress me.
Be pain free temporarily.
All men must die and so will I,
I do not let it worry me.
But until then I can but try
to bear my suffering patiently.
When it gets to much to bear
I close my eyes and I escape
to somewhere else I‘m not sure where
nor do I think I really care.
1-Oct-08
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The Inheritors.
A silent world where no bird sings
A world devoid of living things.
Only the fittest could survive.
The Roaches adapted and still thrive.
The human race has long since died.
Killed by their overweening pride
Although they thought they were the best
they are as dead as all the rest.
Ignoring Mother Natures rule
a race of self destructive fools.
They meddled with and altered genes.
Creating hybrid in betweens.
The end result is as you see.
Cockroaches rule triumphantly.
29/10/2009
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A different song for Friend Howard
Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.
I care not where the path may lead.
I stroll along at my own pace.
I’m free from any need for speed
I am quite happy to retrace
my steps. Should I mistake
the path I follow get it wrong
What does it matter if I take?
a shortcut which proves to be long.
I opted out of life’s rat race.
I am at no mans beck and call
I choose my way and choose my pace
and don’t regret my choice at all.
I live my life free from all stress
I only have myself to please.
No time constraints to cause distress.
I freed myself from that disease.
Time does not matter not to me
I thought it did but I was wrong.
At last I am completely free
To listen to a different song.
14-Nov-08
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Identity Crisis
I know who am I
I am a man
I respect humanity
I am free to do
For peace friendship
And harmony.
My role is to
Take care of humanity.
My duty is to ease
The tension in the air.
I know who am I
I know recognition
Of diversity is needed
In the present world.
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