Dragons are demons,
with their Smaug faces and size,
and all those riches.
Anyway please take care,
if you are asked to get it,
yes that Arken stone.
The newspaper ran,
a special on the attack,
and the damage done.
I’ve hung up my sword,
along with my bow and stuff,
it’s gathering dust.
The first one I killed ,
flew over head and I fired,
straight into its heart.
It fell to the ground,
roaring in pain and dying,
until it was gone.
We keep just one claw,
it tells alot about it,
how old and from where.
Month: May 2021
30/05/21 Grease
The wife was cooking,
ten pans, and a frying pan,
and twenty glasses.
We went out walking,
in the cool evening sunshine,
list’ning to the birds.
The crossword is mad,
it says it’s never complete,
that’s true in my house.
It’s a long weekend,
but like the rest it does end,
can I stop it here.
Piano is playing,
tickling some funky music,
that makes me happy.
The times ticking on,
tick tock the seconds do pass,
a minute and more.
In my blue heaven,
it swings on melodically,
and ends way too soon.
29/05/21 Old time music
Shine on harvest moon,
Leon Redborn sounding good,
it’s got a great feel.
All that old stuff eh!
old song, and an old singer,
state of the art sound.
Violins playing,
I’m saving my love for you,
Fats Waller classic.
It is relaxing,
it calms me down a little,
with those great rhythms.
And it is called swing,
with some great syncopations,
and sweet melodies.
A strumming guitar
Champagne Charlie is my name,
in a drunken voice.
28/05/21 Yellow Roses
Now it’s time for me,
the weekend’s here and I’m glad,
for some extra time.
Whose birthday is it,
so, happy birthday to you,
enjoy and be blessed.
Do the shoes fit you,
just too tight or way too big,
rarely are they right.
The TV is bust,
so I am here writing this,
trying not to sleep.
The yellow roses,
are amassed and so many,
it is great to see.
I’ll post a picture,
once the sun ligthens them up,
and I have the time.
An old country song,
called, ‘Yellow Roses’, I think,
but I don’t know it.
I not old or young,
I am somewhere in between,
more up that I’m down.
Taking baby steps,
and a little unsteady,
before I fall down.
27/05/21 Grouch
Running on empty,
just the vapours of my mind,
sparking a little.
The clock is ticking,
a rhythm like a sausage,
long thin and tasty.
The passage of time,
flows fast through narrow channels,
that is my daytime.
I didn’t finish, the midnight hour came too soon, and then that was it.
The week is too long, just another day to go, then I can relax.
26/05/21 Squashed tomatoes
Sitting in darkness,
just feeling the dark keyboard,
and writing want comes.
The silly questions,
that rise in the dark nightime,
lit with a full moon.
To run far away,
just go somewhere so distant,
somewhere I could hide.
The dragon have gone,
so they would have us all think,
as they watch us still.
Wednesday’s a drain,
mid week and downhill from here,
to a Monday off.
My coffee is hot,
it waiting steaming and hot,
and so it will wait.
How does my mind feel,
like a dull hum and a whine,
like squashed tomatoes.
25/05/21 The graveyard
I never do know,
what I will write when I start,
and it’s a surprise.
The rain wash away,
what remained of their attack,
and it felt normal.
He rolled the paper,
and tucked it under his arm,
and walked down the road.
It is days like these,
he thought, walking down the road,
to the old churchyard.
The gate was heavy,
solid oak, that creaked alot,
as he opened it.
The graveyard before,
looked old and so inviting,
he loved this old stuff.
He looked for Evans,
Henry Evans was the one,
and there his grave lay.
And there his gravestone,
were the runic tales he sought,
but they must be right.
He copied them down,
each letter as it appeared,
then would disappear.
Most would find this strange,
but this what he expected,
and just what he got.
24/05/21 Sarndog
Welcome to this site,
don’t mind the dog, it won’t bite,
it is just for show.
It was a wet day,
and the skies opened today,
from heavy grey clouds.
Is it really May,
I recall it much warmer,
sunny and quite nice.
I have put on weight,
not much but it is enough,
for me to notice.
My site needs more fun,
if that is what website do,
like some more colour.
The low down on them,
what a question, I must say,
they do have secrets.
Dragons are shy beasts,
poor eye sight but great hearing,
and they can move fast.
The legends do tell,
of the great flights of dragons,
that did roam about.
In the age of knights,
deep in the dark, dark ages,
where just tales exist.
Eron the Braveheart,
could weild a seven foot sword,
so fast with one hand.
He was known by all,
a man above men and brave,
to the very core.
He had killed plenty,
but this day, he killed twenty,
until they got him.
His name is in stone,
the runes tell the brave story,
ofdragon slayer.
23/05/21 The truth
The first casualty,
of any major conflict,
or war, is the truth.
Can you speak the truth,
in hot debate and be heard,
for the truth it is?
Be checking each word,
so they hear it as it’s said,
without any doubt.
Pictures tell a truth,
whatever the seer wants,
or the people want.
Four things abouts them,
they’re huge, they fly and breath fire,
and collect treasure.
Dragons like to sleep,
for centuries they will doze,
unless you wake them.
Where do dragons live,
underground in large caverns,
could be anywhere.
Anywhere peaceful,
that is cool, dark and quiet,
where they store their stuff.
Time to have a sleep,
is always on their small minds,
along with eating.
22/05/21 Don Rags
The night they attacked,
was a terrible event,
that scarred land and man.
The trees yielded burnt,
just as many that stayed there.
and felt the furnace.
The book is open,
the pages are left spread out,
depicting a scene.
The sky was blood red,
a dragon flew across it,
with flames shooting forth.
A terrible scene,
and the people looked so small,
and they clothes were rags.