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Dragon Dawn...

Dragon's breath tainted with gold
a piece of fair maid in his teeth.
Snoring lightly, blowing smoke rings
resembling holiday wreaths.

Green and bronze scales, so pretty
burnished by the sun,
glisten in the dawn of tomorrow
seeing his enemies run.

Awaken, continue your terror,
stretch your wings out and fly
Scorch the earth, make it ashes
seeing your enemy's cry

Black are the shadows of flight,
wings that quiver and float,
winging over the castle,
see the bridge down over the moat.

UNDERstand

Unveiling the language of the Spirit,
Needless doubts clouding in my mind,
Doubting the course I must take,
Encroaching on wonder,
Resting on uncertainty as the heart grows fonder,

Struggling with this,
Thrown worries begone,
Anchor,
Nevertheless, I cling to thee
Divided but in you I will dwell.

'Under'... I fall under.
Stand! Yes, I must.

Chase

On the road where dreams unfold,
Adventure calls with stories untold.
Wheels turning to freedom's call,
Guided by a beckoning drawl.

Ahead lies a vast expanse,
Leaving behind the past’s dance.
Sunsets paint the evening sky,
As stars twinkle up on high.

From dusty paths to city streets,
Nature's beauty, where the beauty meets
Faces met along the way,
Each one adding to our day.

Lady Love Vodka

In my closet where no one would see
Is my mistress that takes away my pains to be

There she resides each day and night
To relieve my daily pains and fright

No one can see her or know she is there
I am the only one who cannot share

An ounce at a time lessens my pain
But permits me to hide my shame

A mistress indeed is the one I fear
Knowing she is forever near

American independence day
linkedin severance from English crown
Continental Congress representatives
parlayed courtesy thirteen original colonies
yielding Declaration of Independence
immediately rendered null and void
established vassalage courtesy British rule.

Dementia

As I worked outside in my yard today,
An elderly man came walking my way.
He looked a little confused and lost,
I’ve seen that look before.

I tried to ignore him, I had things to do,
But as he looked at me, I glanced at him too.
I could tell by the look in his withering eyes,
That something wasn’t right.

He asked for some water and I said, “Of course”,
He was sweating profusely and his voice was hoarse.
I invited him to have a seat in the shade,
And slowly he sat down.

Moments of Relief

I've been having dreams about you

In the moment,
my heart is so happy to see you
alive and well.

But when I wake,
the pain of missing you returns
and I'm still here

alone.

Wood-smoke

We mellowed...
reclining by the camp fire
after a day of splashing,
swimming, and water games.

I shivered as
evening came in to surround us
with a cooling breeze.
Your fisherman knit sweater
you placed about my shoulders,
staved off a slight chill.

Your glittering orbs
held me intoxicated.
As I felt the last of
the sun's rays
leach out of the sand

Quietly exchanging daydreams,
I noticed, wood-smoke, was
the color of your smiling eyes!

Dark Angel!

A shadow passes,
over me.
I try to exclude
my memories
My mind scarred and broken,
because of the past.
I found out only yesterday,
just how the die was cast.
I never imagined
this would be.
Nothing there in black ink,
but the evidence remains to be seen
The residual effect of
traumatic brain injuries.
I struggle to concentrate
can’t find my words.
My glory days are over,
with nothing more to give or offer
Except a compassionate heart!

Hidden

In gloaming's stillness a
murmuration provokes
A hidden dream a secret purr
Mistress in the closet's keep
Where shadows lie and secrets
sleep

Her laughter a ghostly breeze
Softly moves through midnight
trees
Eyes stars in moonlit mist
Guarding tales by darkness kissed

A presence felt phantom light
Dances through the silent night
In obscurity penetrating
susurrations interweave
Quiet lore few dare believe

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