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Dragons
Fierce, dangerous
Clawing, roaring, flying
Mad animals flapping about
Beasts
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Animals In The Streets
They stay in the woods like owls.
Looking for something to do.
Like when wolves howl.
Crazy animals in the streets running around with heats.
In hoods where murderers are like predators.
And Dangerous dragons with fires blazing.
We wish we could escape on a flying carpet like aladdin.
Ain't no playing games in this life.
This is not madden.
We suppose to focus on our goals of making money not killing.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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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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Opposite
Wolves
Wild and free
running biting and howling
animal pack family earth
roaring stalking fighting
fierce and dangerous
Lions
poem by Chris Clingman
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Animals
I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Dragon's Fire
What is held
In the dragons fire
Is it power
Or is it life
Burning down things
Making new things grow
Trees and grass
Falling to ash
Castles and knights
Arrows and swords
Weapons to kill
One another
Wings flap
In the sky
Noises coming
From afar
They are the noises
Of dragons roaring
Scaly bodies
Powerful claws
Teeth are still
Razor sharp
Blowing fire
From deep within
It is made
From there hearts
So what to see
Inside these yellow flames
Of the dragons fire
poem by Allison Unknown
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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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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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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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Flapping Sails Of The White Winds
let us
let us all be
white sails blown by the wind in one direction
flapping, flapping winds, flapping wings of a white bird towards the endless sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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.
Look At The Animals
The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the sand,
And makes his home inside a rusty watering can,
Occasionally going out to look for bread and jam.
He runs into a sparrow who hasnt eaten for a week,
And later, quite contented, the sparrow cleans his beak,
Failing to notice pussy cat has come out to take a leak.
Our cat partakes of dinner when a sodden kangaroo
Emerges from the undergrowth and asks to use the loo.
Kangaroos arent usually dangerous, for that would never do.
My goodness, will you look at all the animals queuing on the stairs!
Look at the animals in the zoo; how would you like to be one?
Theyre waiting to use the lavatory and putting chewing gum in each
Others hair.
Look at the animals, look at you; well how would you like to free one?
Good gracious, will you look at all the animals playing with their tools!
Look at the animals, look at you; well how would you like to queer one?
Flying from the chandeliers and treading in their elephantine stools.
Look at the animals, two by two; arent you glad to be one?
This kangaroos a lunatic and his pouch is very full
Of pussy cats and penguins who cant fly as a rule,
But then neither could the pussy cat: he never went to school.
The kangaroo gets nervous when confronted by the size
Of an elephant named simon who is always telling lies;
He swears he wears green corduroys and can button up his fly.
Presently, a fatter simons indigestion fails.
He regurgitates the whole damn mess into an aluminum pail,
And the tiny ant scuttles back inside his watering can
Occasionally going out to look for bread and jam.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Animals
Lie down and close your eyes
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
You may be in for a little suprise
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
(? ? ? over here something moving on the floor here)
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Something wild with a mind of its own
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Scamper about like little tiny beasts
Looking for a house
(or maybe just a hole
And complain to the mouse)
Baby baby dont cry
Scamper all around way up in a tree
So far from the ground
Where theyll never catch me
(? ? ? ) through my brain
Baby baby dont cry
Theyre part of the scheme
Nature always is
Physical it seems
We dont have a (basement)
Something isnt right
Baby baby dont cry
Scamper throught the night
Our little ears alert
(? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
It wouldnt even hurt if we
Had a little fun
Baby baby dont cry
Baby baby dont cry
Baby baby dont cry
Cause animals are under our skins
Those animals deep within
Those animals scampering about
Cause there aint nothing
To try to stop them baby
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
And they say
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Wake up, theyre coming alive
Were changing so fast
We dont want to be left behind
Cant stop
Baby baby dont cry
I jump around the sidewalk
(until it starts to whir)
We dont need clothes
Soon well have our own fur
Oh whats wrong
Baby baby dont cry
Dont feel bad
Im going away
Ill come back
Looking for you some day
Hang on baby
Baby baby dont cry
Cause animals are under my skin
Those animals deep within
Why dont they leave me alone
Theyre bringing me down
Its just a matter of time
Im on the line Im on the line
The whole things come undone
Were all on the line
Get back
Ill never come back
Those animals
The animals
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
And they say
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Roaring higher
My fire in heart is aggressive
Keeps burring all time
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
My fire can destruct the jealous world
Till it end fortunate and convenient
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
My fire can create the ability
To create the gentle heart with success
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
My fire can be the spirit
To light up the heart in the darkness
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
poem by Swetha Reddy
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Bizarre Beasts
Bizarre beasts are breezy once laughing,
Clean and clear are their arts forever;
Clever maps are driven, forming an illness,
Deafening the ears of the traveller.
A devilish grin arouses the beasts around,
The colossal weather-changes bear fruit
For all the cloudy scene, when animals roar
And beam on the lesser variety, forever.
I am an eminent believer in beasts that travel,
Boring boldness accepts their heads of work,
For the descriptive edge arrives, well ahead,
Demonic and different are the classes of their travel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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View The Dragon
View the powerful dragons of this century,
Find their names and view the common logic,
Chew the warehouse with its smoke and abbey.
With computers define the current times abnormally,
Fence in the animals too good and heroic,
View the powerful dragons of this century.
May winter complete nothing of itself as an absentee,
Religion carries the videos and classics heraldic,
Chew the warehouse with its smoke and abbey.
My terms of the moon are foods from absurdity,
Keeping individuals of theology who are heretic,
View the powerful dragons of this century.
Zoology states classes and categories that are lively,
Horns sound on the way to what is hectic,
Chew the warehouse with its smoke and abbey.
My decision guesses as thawing carries on limitlessly,
This day we mar the region of skin that is ironic,
View the powerful dragons of this century,
Chew the warehouse with its smoke and abbey.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Animal Spirits
They love all the secrets of animal spirits,
Launching a missile at them, like a bullet or three.
Afresh the missiles flow at a second quarry,
These project a dangerous blow to the spirit inside.
My question is simple to these beasts of menace:
Why do we hate each other a lot, like a good return is given?
This income is small, it smelt of hard work,
And the animals are attacking us, just attacking us!
They love these invisible thoughts of life,
The thoughts that matter to hunters and hunted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Don't admire the flying bird before you know the pain of flapping.
Animal
I look out over this dusty ridge ~~ I look around me and wonder why I am alone all the time ~~ Even though I know I am not ~~ Wondering why I feel this way ~~ I feel as if a animal is tearing me apart on the inside ~~ I want to say something about the feeling of claws ripping though my chest ~~ I feel the wind pick up ~~ I notice the clouds ~~ I want the hurt in my chest to stop ~~ I look down into the valley of this place ~~ Knowing I am so far up, making the trees look like ants ~~ It starts to rain, as it rains I start to cry ~~ All I want to know is what happened ~~ Why won’t you let me know you after all this ~~I am soaked to the bone ~~ It is a cool rain ~~ The animal is still clawing me apart on the inside ~~ I tell myself that I can do something about it ~~ The more I start to realize what I can do to fix this ~~ The more the hurt stops, the animal stops for now ~~ My knee’s fall to the ground with a heavy thud ~~ The animal starts to pace ~~ I see the mixture of rain and mud clouds from it ~~ Then as more happens, as I try to fix it ~~ All it does is make the animal return ~~ The memories return ~~ My heart starts racing ~~ The animal is more fierce then before ~~ The hurt returns, along with all the heart ache ~~ The rest of my body grows weak as it start’s clawing in my chest ~~ My body falls the rest of the way to the ground with another heavy thud ~~More mud and dust clouds raise up ~~ The animal claws are like razors in my chest ~~ My face is now laying upon the mixture of mud and dust ~~ My limbs go numb ~~ I can hear the animal’s roaring in my ears ~~ I can feel my eyes slip shut ~~ I can’t see anything but black ~~ I know it won’t be long before I let the animal have it’s way ~~ All I wanted to do is know you ~~ I can feel the animal starting at my heart ~~ The animal starts to clam as I take my last breath of life ~~ Then I know is it all over, and I’m gone ~~ There is finally peace ~~
poem by Marla Smith
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Flight
When the sacred kingfisher is flying,
It is frantically flapping its wings to
The sand of the sea,
In a form of a deep curve as a rainbow.
Its flight is most like a deep, steady wing beat
To fly higher and higher.
Its wing seemingly bites the air.
So skilled at flying
Is the sacred kingfisher
And so naturally suited to the sky
That it can frantically flap its wings to
The sand of the sea.
In a form of a deep curve as a rainbow.
From that deep curve comes its screaming
And the white bleeding rain,
While the bird is frantically flapping its wings to
The sea water
To eat its silent prey
And to become a broken winged bird,
That cannot fly
Any longer.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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