My Maiden In Waiting
From hither came a sound roaring in temperate pastures
To keep at bay soldiers ponder not for shall we waken the beast
Beating back impulses the monster as risen from the lair
Swooping down on the innocent villagers he flew
The dragon lurks while the Maiden slumbers in her keep
Pasty butterfly wall the snake shall creep
One sting lay the maiden fair will capture
Valiant the black knight charges to slay the beast
With tender hands she embraces the serpent anaconda king
Lollipop dreams and cream fill cake to bake we make
Stirring in strawberry fields echo such sweetness be
Vaguely she remembered, from her distant passed, her flower erupts with feelings
Ride the dragon ride by and by she cries in joyful nuisance
Withdrawing the black knight tasted the cavern fruit she lays
Like and ice cream melting in the sun he devours her fruit of her passion
In circular motion his speech apparatus moves as she moans
Soft and wet slow the motion for now rivers run true
Contrivance protrudes sapping sweet nectar from the vine
She twists and turns while the dragon burns and yearns the fruit of her womb
She screams and scratches the Black Knight’s back as he feast on Joyful fruit
Contentment no more can stand she braces for the dragon’s penetration
The dragon swims deeper and deeper to crevasses untouched by mortals
She calls out his name “Sir Knight! Sir Knight! Well your labor be! ”
Grabbing the knight, yon maiden pulls him even deeper than before
Spreading her joy wide enters the dragon to warm waters
Sliding back and forth to a perfect fit, the dragon roars as the body trembles
Scream maiden screams as the dragon penetrates the fertile soil
Motions blurring as the battle grows ever fierce
She pulls him deep, tighter with every member thrust
Crying out in the night as tensions come to ecstasy
Sweet release the monster sleeps
As the night fades to dawn the black knight leaves a rose to signify his love
Having never felt such passion the maiden bestow her love
Mint chocolate and vanilla cream taste lingers in dwelling
Delectable fruits eaten to fulfillment desires
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Bold Knight
He rode is gallant steed
the sun reflecting off his breastplate.
He rode into the dragon’s den
to rid his precious homeland
of the monster that stalked it there.
This bold knight whose armour
glinted in the sun
rode high upon his steed
and would soon be
a hero to everyone.
Many had died at the breath
of this monstrous beast,
now one man
with the courage of a lion
would soon end the rein of terror.
Dismounting from his steed,
sword and shield in hand
approached the monster’s lair.
A sheet of flame emerged from within the cave,
and then came the bellowing roar.
The dragon emerged
and studied the silver figure
that stood before him.
He blew a gust of flame.
The knight raised his shield reflecting the fire.
The knight advanced
towards the beast
that towered over him.
Before the dragon
could blow more fire.
The knight rushed forward
and thrust his sword deep
within the dragon’s belly.
The dragon reared up
its wings flapped in a gallant gesture
before it fell silent to the ground
The beast that had terrorised
his beloved lands now lay slain
by this mighty knight’s hand.
No more would it scorch
his beloved land.
24 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Dragons First Knight
the dragon's first Knight,
he jumps for Joy,
he never felt so happy,
he has tasted it first,
a wonderful taste,
its just like salted pork,
the dragon loves it,
he urns for more,
his hunger pleases even me,
this is my son,
my son is so happy,
i'm proud of my son,
yes i am.
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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Dark dragon wings
Skies beneath black wings
That binds and lashes winds
Knight of the night ride dark
Brash flames rain to burn lark.
Cast on the castle as thunder
And shadow the land under
Dark wings they've a hole and tear
Dark dragon through red eyes stare.
The skies defence revel in mist
And dawn a kingdom to resist
This warrior wear blood of night
As dry air burns in to light.
Dark dragon in skies dark your hidden
Rapture and reign the forbidden.
poem by Andrew Lockley
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Rose from my Love
Rose from my love,
My love the black dragon,
With teeth like daggers,
Claws of steel,
Scales of darkness,
And a soul of fire.
Do not raid the village,
Do not steal the maiden,
Just guard the rose,
My rose,
The rose of the dark moon.
Under the cloudy sky,
Surrounded by trees dead and charred,
Looking out at the frozen lake,
Remember me,
And wait for my return.
My sweet dragon,
Dragon of my dreams,
Your soul is dark like me,
Even when that fire goes out,
The rose will remain,
As a memory of our love,
But was that love in vain?
No, not in vain will I die,
I will die in the arms of my love,
My love Mokar,
Protector of my rose,
The rose of the dark moon,
The moon I was born under.
poem by Nicolette Gonzalez
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The Quest
Once upon a time a princess
was in distress
in a beautiful country
called Ireland
the handsome knight came
to impress
and to win the
princess hand
the knight set off
on the quest
to return the pot of gold at the
end of the rainbow
as the beautiful princess
had request
the brave knight was
eager to begin
everyone had faith in the knight
for he was the champion
this quest he was determined
to win
there were quite a few mean trolls
taking a stand
the whole kingdom was
in an uproar
they came from England to
take over the land
the knight set out on a
path of danger
flying overhead was a great dragon
keeping an eye on the unicorn
things couldn't get
much stranger
the knight met with the fairies
who came up with a plan
to buy the magic wand from the
leprechaun if he can
in an instant the rainbow
did appear
the brave knight returned the pot of
gold to his princess
and everyone in the kingdom
gave a great cheer
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Knight Aagen And The Maiden Else
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.
It was the fair knight Aagen
To an isle he went his way,
And plighted troth to Else,
Who was so fair a may.
He plighted troth to Else
All with the ruddy gold,
But or ere that day’s moon came again
Low he lay in the black, black mould.
It was the maiden Else,
She was fulfilled of woe
When she heard how the fair knight Aagen
In the black mould lay alow.
Uprose the fair knight Aagen,
Coffin on back took he,
And he’s away to her bower,
Sore hard as the work might be.
With that same chest on door he smote,
For the lack of flesh and skin;
“O hearken, maiden Else,
And let thy true-love in!”
Then answered maiden Else,
“Never open I my door,
But and if thou namest Jesu’s name
As thou hadst might before.”
“O hearken, maiden Else,
And open thou thy door,
For Jesu’s name I well may name
As I had might before!”
Then uprose maiden Else,
O’er her cheek the salt tears ran,
Nor spared she into her very bower
To welcome that dead man.
O, she’s taken up her comb of gold
And combed adown her hair,
And for every hair she combed adown
There fell a weary tear.
“Hearken thou, knight Aagen,
Hearken, true-love, and tell,
If down-adown in the black, black earth
Thou farest ever well?”
“O whenso thou art joyous,
And the heart is glad in thee,
Then fares it with my coffin
That red roses are with me.
“But whenso thou art sorrowful
And weary is thy mood,
Then all within my coffin
Is it dreadful with dark blood.
“Now is the red cock a-crowing,
To the earth adown must I;
Down to the earth wend all dead folk,
And I wend in company.
“Now is the black cock a-crowing,
To the earth must I adown,
For the gates of Heaven are opening now,
Thereto must I begone.”
Uprose the fair knight Aagen,
Coffin on back took he,
And he’s away to the churchyard now,
Sore hard as the work might be.
But so wrought maiden Else,
Because of her weary mood,
That she followed after own true love
All through the mirk wild wood.
But when the wood was well passed through,
And in the churchyard they were,
Then was the fair knight Aagen
Waxen wan of his golden hair.
And when therefrom they wended
And were the church within,
Then was the fair knight Aagen
Waxen wan of cheek and chin.
“Hearken thou, maiden Else,
Hearken, true-love, to me,
Weep no more for thine own troth-plight,
However it shall be!
“Look thou up to the heavens aloft,
To the little stars and bright,
And thou shalt see how sweetly
It fareth with the night!”
She looked up to the heavens aloft,
To the little stars bright above
The dead man sank into his grave,
Ne’er again she saw her love.
Home then went maiden Else,
Mid sorrow manifold,
And ere that night’s moon came again
She lay alow in the mould.
poem by William Morris
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Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft
Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers Thursday, April 23,2009
Down like a submarine as vanilla melts in chocolate hands
A fair treat to eat was the chocolate man’s plans
Cherries sweet from the vine lick tasted divine
Taco treat from clams I lay the pipeline
Beauty bare from behind
Mountains now I to climb
Vanilla covers my speech apparatus true
Sweet the taste her vulva drew me into
Succulent softly dreams flows like waterfalls I call
Member waits for final install
She waits and I call to speak in tongue
Wanting ever more for my spring has sprung
Circular motion sends her body swaying her hips
Slow and passionate I kissed her lips
Moments pass to her climax I hesitated
She moans and groans as her love is penetrated
Deeper into pink caverns keep made me weak
In both hands fondling held I a buttock’s cheek
Up and down she goes with each motions coos loudly
Pulling my head in closer against her firmly
Crying out in the darkness, please don’t stop
Draining her dry each and every drop
Rapid goes the motion eating flowers I fancy
As she pleas lord of mercy
From under looked I to see so much pleasure
Closely guarded gardens she has kept her treasure
This I do humbly without boasting
From me to you I am toasting
You have provided a night of wonder
Touching, sweet, warm, and tender
The dragon has been now fed
On silken sheets she lays her head
Comforted now by a night of passion
Cuddly, spooning now to full satisfaction
Sounds made no more not even a peep
Silent is the night for now she’s asleep
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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When The Princess Becomes The Dragon
Everything reminds me of you
Every song, every book, every hero to every story.
You could be the hero
You always try to be the hero
You could be my hero
The white knight at the end of my fairytale.
Could have: would be IF the princess wasn't the dragon.
Some people shouldn't be saved
Some people should only save.
Everything needs to be earned
So pardon me if I don't hand myself over to you.
Not that I'm worth all the work,
But it's become clear that I'm worth more than you're willing to pay.
I'm all closed up, no part of me is free.
And your empty promises aren't worth shit.
Those rushed excuses that always manage to put the blame on me for your stupid hurtful actions.
So, I'm sorry for all the shit I've dragged you through
So sorry for all the games.
Sorry that the princess became the dragon.
And I'm sorry that you couldn't be the hero this time.
But being the hero must be pretty hard when the knight becomes the dagger.
poem by Delaney Rose
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A Knight's Meeting
splash splash, the waves came onto the shore
the knight on horseback, rode toward the maiden
oh the vision was so lovely and the sea so blue
across the golden sand he rode
big fluffy clouds floated across the evening sky
the full moon was just now, coming into view
could any scene be more lovely
the knight was mesmerized
the closer he came to the maiden, the more so-
who was this lovely maiden, by the aqua blue sea
when his horse drew near, 'whoa' he cried,
he saw the beauty and was unable to speak
for the first time ever in his life
the knight was speechless, lost in a trance
poem by Rachel Nichols
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The maiden
Ye all recall beknighted Keith Ashley
of Capadokia, a land known widely
for maids that chords delicately play,
while fellows duel with lances, idly.
Besought was the claim by noble Keith,
to search in foreign lands for grace;
added poetic ways, for a beloved lithe
maiden henceforth, her to embrace!
The maiden was imprisoned in a Castle,
by the Dragon of the County of Pudh,
a dark Knight with a tendency to hassle,
blond Braids were anent to shed blood.
The two mounted knights boldly tilted,
against each other with blunted lances,
noble Keith gallops, but he was jilted,
when at the lance lengths she glances.
Lord Dragon was by gods longingly gifted,
when Braids saw his waxed charisma,
forgot about poor Keith's lance lifted,
thither she sung odes with blepharisma.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Dragon Of Grindly Grun
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
When I see a fair damsel go by,
I just sigh a fiery sigh,
And she'd baked like a 'tater-
I think of her later
With a romantic tear in my eye.
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
But my lunches aren't very much fun,
For I like my damsels medium rare,
and they always come out well done.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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I Encountered a Dragon
If a monster occupies the clump of eyes on our face
We hate the return of senses to the tears and face.
One monster is commotion, two creates tragedy
As well farce, fodder and feminine curiosity.
For these she-devils do not undermine the soul
As much as dragons, talons from the talent, creative sort.
We needed the strength and the spirit, the afflatus;
What is the amperage they create from the breath?
Which impulse afflicts him, the dragon?
He needs me to answer him, yet I do too,
And to aerially combat him is grand with amperage
As I do be grand, the eyes can tell and demonstrate
And commence for all the time.
My sword is my soldier, an affray has emerged forever,
Between dragon and human-beast, what is the final result?
Only a monster like me can win, can win;
Killing the scales of yellow, I discover it is not golden but bronze
And yet I want death for it, for him, for him,
Upper class dragon!
I am upper class, and fatigued by the whole battle
Inside which is death for the dragon,
I see its heart, and I see its belly
But I strike the heart, and no brain of a dragon interferes.
Instead I interfere, and this heart of its will shudder and fall
To be the death of the dragon, bronze dragon.
All of death occurred, wild dragon has been defeated
As the weapon I choose is good for poking hearts.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ben Is A Knight For A Day
Full of energy and surprise
Ben had sparkles in his eyes.
He would be a knight for a day
slaying all of Razel's ice dragons totally away.
Ben is shining knight with a sword
he was great actor, never bored.
Hidden treasures of sparkly gold-
is what Ben has to find—he's been told.
For when jewels are found—
Sarah his sister can be crowned.
But only if her ice spell is broken
Ben has to find gold metallic token.
This token has the magical vibes—
-to break any ice spell given-
in Ferronian forest where fairies hide.
Ben must find Dreeka the dragon
-on his map-
he has to hurry up—
-take nothing for chance.
Ben finds Dreeka dragon in her cave
she gives Ben magical metallic token
which can totally save—
Save Sarah from a frozen plight-
Ben must unfreeze Sarah before it's night.
Now Ben of course does succeed—
he will win victory and take the lead…
Lead as the knight with the shiny
Gold metal armor-
He is knighted king now and is honored.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 27,2012
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The Dragon and the Phoenix (version two) :
The Dragon and the Phoenix (version two) :
The Tiger lies in a mist, shrouded in mystery.
Who is she, what is her purpose?
The Dragon lies upon a cloud, covered by time.
Who is he, what is his purpose?
The cloud and Dragon descend into the mist as the moon rises, meshing together.
The Tiger prowls through cloud and mist; the Dragon growls, wary of this new creature in his midst.
Startled by the new noise in her domain the Tiger hisses and tenses.Silver eyes meet those of green, stillness ensues.
'Why does it not attack, this beast of the forest? ' he thinks.
'Will this being from the skies run or strike? ' she thinks.
The Dragon becomes stone still, waiting, for what he knows not.
'Does this armored creature of flight even live? ' she wonders.
The Tiger slowly lays a paw against the Dragon's scaly hide, sparks of blue fly from the point of contact, the Tiger jumps back with a howl of surprise. 'What is this magic? ! ' she cries.
The Dragon's face becomes filled with the expression of joy 'Yin! ' cries he. The Tiger freezes in shock 'Yang? At last, we can be one once again! '
The Dragon drew a great breath and breathed the fires of his love unto the Tiger, from her ashes arose a mighty Phoenix.. A great cry of joy sounded through the night, a cry of joy: 'Forever one are we! Together in the skies for all eternity shall we be! '
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Atra Cura
Before I lost my five poor wits,
I mind me of a Romish clerk,
Who sang how Care, the phantom dark,
Beside the belted horseman sits.
Methought I saw the grisly sprite
Jump up but now behind my Knight.
And though he gallop as he may,
I mark that cursed monster black
Still sits behind his honor's back,
Tight squeezing of his heart alway.
Like two black Templars sit they there,
Beside one crupper, Knight and Care.
No knight am I with pennoned spear,
To prance upon a bold destrere:
I will not have black Care prevail
Upon my long-eared charger's tail,
For lo, I am a witless fool,
And laugh at Grief and ride a mule.
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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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.
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A Knight At The Seashore
the knight came from the enchanted forest
onto the shore, came the galloping horse
with a handsome knight still unknowing
could this be the sparkling castle?
the castle of the most famous king
the seabreeze was welcoming
with the waves so gentle
the horse slowly went onward
watching the seagulls fly overhead
out to sea, in the distant horizon
the sun was lower, as if going for a dive
with light playing in the water
the knight saw only a fair maiden
in the far distance, walking alone on the shore
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Dragon's Wrath
Dragon's Wrath
The Dragon's wrath
It burns my soul
It takes my breath away
And in its shadow
I will hide
Until the break of day.
And on that mourn
When dawn is born
I'll make my get away
I'll climb to heights
With all my might
And leaping from
The highest mount
My soul will take its flight.
I'll soar above
The earth so free
In sweetest revere
And look upon the earth below
The Dragon I will see.
And fearlessly I will soar
For I will finally see
This beast of dreams
And earth bound schemes
Has no power over me.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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My Life My Spring
I smile from ear to ear my dear spring. You make me want to write naughty things. I better behave but I feel I must for you are now my passion. Seldom felt such feelings of rapture. In your arms I belong for now and ever after. Sovereign princess and queen of all things for life’s new blood you bring to so far a field this gentleman calling. I your noble dark knight and you my lady fair to the dragon’s keep I shall ever more rescue you from the clinches of perils old and new.
Never fear for I see the stars in your eyes that make me smile and filled me with contentment. You are a beautiful soul that lit the fires which makes the flames burn as the Sun kneels down at your feet and kiss the other stars.
I can kiss you from head to toe while I stop in the middle to linger awhile and nibble till senses explode in ecstasy. Toes tasted none wasted as spring coos with joyful delight. Kitty cat licked as if I the child engulfing a lollipop for the first time.
Hearing the call of the wild the soldier stands firmly waiting bonding between fertile soils Phallic member covered by skin of pink as warm as a quilt blanket on a cold winter's night.
Friction causes heat to rise and fall as I give spring my all for a night of true intimacy. Sweat runs down my back and spring’s lips quivers from the body’s motion in synchronization. Rhythm moves to the beat as circular motions to twist and turn to make fires burn intensely.
A ferocious flame consumes the bed as bodies entwined as I find spring deeply moving. I roar as the lion do to mark territorial grounds on secret shores once more. Warding off all other suitors while backs arched as pink walls penetrated. “Yes! ” Spring cries as she closes her eyes for moments never achieved extremely.
The lion roars and the jungle trembles. The room spins and heads become dazed. A warm sensation comes over as teeth clinched for romance release its fury. I look deeply into spring’s eyes and I see God and no other likewise. Spring moves me like none before and ever since I adore her. Comforted by spring we snuggle while passion comes to its natural conclusion. As the morning rises I still see the stars in her eyes for neither feelings lost or regrets do I. Treasured the time I knew for all the things you do. The sky is no longer the limit for I have reached heaven still on earth.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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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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