by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
write,
Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
brother, fun, happy, mother daughter, sister,
I am mother (father) sister daughter
Favourite aunt, SELDOM rant
Pan Flute player, dragon slayer
Own nothing pink, at least I think
Teach Sunday school, kids find that cool
I am not to lean, I’m sure you’ve seen
Curly hair, I seldom swear
But if I do, God help you
Sing in a choir, now I’m on fire
Love my dog, I want a blog
I am very kind, at least in my mind
Love good movies, never been much of a sleaze
I just gave you a look inside my book
So for now I take a bow.
I am female
Sorry I just found a fluffy beautiful pink bath robe.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.06.2014
Frank Herrera’s Contest:
I am
2nd
by Steve Crismond |
Categories:
love,
I’m Prince Charming to your Cinderella
I’ve known it deep in my heart
That no dragon, nor serpent
Nor witch’s potion
Would dare to keep us apart
by Robert James Liguori |
Categories:
anxiety,
She told the dragons
where to fly
and which men
should helplessly die
She is the dragon queen
the ruler of flying beasts
she is so mean
but her lips are all so sweet
Her kingdom was vast
and it covered far
from the corner of the oceans
to the nearest star
But could she love
a mortal man
her destiny was to be tried
by her number one fan
Together they would dance
at the dragons feet
and their love would prosper
in sweltering heat
But the man would bite
the forbidden fruit
and he would die so softly
as he seek the truth
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, fairy,
Some people like keeping up with the Joneses
I do not know any Joneses who could keep up with me
So I have elected to keep up with the gnomes
How absurdly difficult could that task be?
I like wearing leggings, and I have no height
I love gardens, faerie houses,and toadstools you see.
I am pretty confident I can keep up until FFFT!
They begin rapidly disappearing in front of me.
I scrunch up my face, and concentrate ridiculously hard.
What about keeping up with faeries? Fairies begin to giggle.
I have not giggled in a long long time, annoying my own petard.
How about a dragon fly, I think as I begin my wing-trying-out wiggle.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Beautiful is your foot with the stabbing nails.
The yellow and green ones that have never been cut.
Gorgeous is your gaping mouth with the missing teeth.
And your big and hairy smelly monster butt.
My lady, my love, my dragon queen troll.
You can never be too fat or chunky or slimy.
My one and only, professional flatulent princess,
Your smell calls me to you, and your hair, it’s blimey!
Beautiful are your clogged-up ears full of wax,
Beautiful is your nose, full of snot pure and yellow.
Beautiful is my lady, whose toenails claw like tacks.
I am your he-monster, a lively, happy fellow!
by Robert James Liguori |
Categories:
appreciation,
I shelter aside raspberry roses
when the thunderous skies speak to me
They come to me and they hold me close
hiding their thorns along the way
These roses are few yet loving
they form a happy family
I watch them play and dance
and so many times do the giggles
But the main dragon rose is my favorite
she touches my soul and comforts me
But I am not a raspberry rose
so I will never be truly accepted
However they treat me as if
I am one of their own
This is true love
by AC Lawrence |
Categories:
angst, appreciation, daughter, love,
The dragon rears its head,
I remember these teeth
I remember this breath
this sulfur.
In the teeth I recall,
The last time I faced this
I kissed you gently on the head
And said I would miss you.
I saw you there,
in those feverish dreams as I
wrapped the moth-worn linen
and tried to sleep on the stones.
by Nathan Bach |
Categories:
animal, kid, pets,
In my house there is a monster,
Who’s growing every day,
He’s usually quite happy,
In his own reptilian way.
He often watches TV,
He doesn’t care which side,
He really looks quite funny
When his mouth is open wide.
It cools him off when he is hot
He does it all the time,
Locusts are his favourite treat,
He eats them up just fine,
He munches and he crunches them,
It‘s quite a sight to watch,
But even more fascinating
Is when he makes a catch.
He might be multi-coloured,
With prickles on his tough skin,
His spiky beard can blacken,
And he makes a right old din,
I love my friendly monster,
Not everyone can say,
They have their very own dragon
To play with every day.
by Tonytocaa Camacho |
Categories:
farewell, goodbye,
At Gateway yin
Long sham temple
Pink laced Taipei doll
Sealed Carmine red lips
Chiseled etched
Fine porcelain
From the four
Corners horn
Erected during
monsoon
Dragon tail rains
Swept gale winds
Funnel golden sand
Through pearly whites
That smile no more
Slighting the whitest Pearl
Ever Beautiful
Lifeless love soul
Dress eroded salty seas
Passages are lingering..
Echoes
by Al Amin Abdul Moin |
Categories:
anger, angst, dad, family, father son, fear,
To be related to a volcano,
Groomed to stifle oceanic ember,
Doomed to love less, so fearful to love her,
The dragon is feared even in slumber,
It's beautiful but do not approach, No!
I am a mountain, just another mountain,
I will not spit those flames like a fountain,
I swallow them, unable to grow tall,
A majestic evil or just a small
hill! It's common in these parts, after all.
by John Loving Iii |
Categories:
bible, bird, faith,
one day the flightless peacock
got a message from above
and when it filled his heart
he gave the message to a dove
when he received it he knew it was true
this was something special
and to all the world it should be flew
the dove gave it to a crane
and the crane gave it to a duck
which went south for the winter
where the message was also brought
but then the dragon got word
and he didn't like it at all
he flew around the world
saying the message was false
but all the birds knew it
and the woodpecker too
the message of God's love
is very, very true
(This goes with a presentation of origami birds and a dragon that can flap their wings.)
by Carol Eastman |
Categories:
care, celebration, feelings, fun, happy, love, valentines day,
Be OUR Valentine
Dragon sends his little hearts to you…
From that great big heart of his!
Mike and I send out our love like little streamers…
Blowing to you in the wind!
The penguins send their little kisses…
Raining from the great big sky!
The Trolls are hammering out the beats of their hearts...
As their love… goes sailing by!
May ALL of your wishes... ALL become the truth...
And may your days be as happy as this lovely thought…
And may you know the great love for life
That is being sent… from us to you!
Yes! We are all asking you… to be…
Our Special Valentine!
by Ovidiu Bocsa |
Categories:
allegory, childhood, death, dream, happiness, heaven, history, hope, life, love, miracle, on writing and words, peace, people, philosophy, hope,
They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night,
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.
Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.
Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass;
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.
by M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
animal, appreciation, candy, food, fruit, fun, funny,
Dragons, how they love to eat;
What they eat the most are sweets.
Candy, baked goods, pudding drinks;
Rarely do they ever eat beets.
No asparagus carrots or broccoli;
They can be picky about meat.
No carrots, beans or salad greens;
Just the pleasant sugary treats.
The darnedest thing about it though;
Diabetes they never get.
Sweets never seem to stunt their growth;
But belly aches make them fret.
Occasionally dragons will eat fruits,
Because they’re a nectarous substitute.
by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
community, peace,
She's a skilled fighter
Nests a fire-breathing dragon
Rests in the barrel of her gun
The rumble of thunder
Just a drop of her blood
The badge stood crime still
Time froze in her powerful spill
Injustice fertilised the ground
Against all tradition, she's a knight
Hidden beauty behind the vise
Maiden on the wings of justice
An angelic armour shinning light
I drink daily from her mug
A fresh cop of her love
Full of peace like a dove
Her shield protects me like a bear hug
by Jared Pickett |
Categories:
introspection
I like em'
friendly, devious at times.
I want a
lady, nefarious and mine.
20% Angel
80% Demon
I want the
damsel, who can slay her own dragon.
Mystical, perverse when love makin',
through her eyes I see heaven,
twenty four hours, like 7-11.
Jared Pickett
3/30/2010
Asavvy1
by Sneha Rv |
Categories:
appreciation,
Dear Sara Teasdale,
I admire you very much,
I love your poem "Planets"
And ''The dragon alley dutch''
I read a poem in my book,
It's called "The falling Star",
And I must ask you how you wrote,
About things both near and far.
Your imagery is great,
Which no one else can beat,
Your poems are so wonderful,
Creative and complete.
I thank you once again,
I'm sad that you're now gone,
Your works were just so beautiful,
Just like a summer dawn!
by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, fantasy, woman, women,
I would scream between midnight and four
invisible man is dreaming of an invisible woman
she disappeared from the many-coloured screen of joy
it'd say like a sigh
on the way to Amsterdam
I call it now Anasterdam
Anasterdam - I look at a big Mysteries
saddened I predict the return through the water
I do not know on which new coast
the clear river of love will throw us out
we may find ourselves face to face with a marriage
how lucky we are (what a happiness) !
I am trembling frightened with a wedding ring
it is not easy to defeat rather old dragon
I have heard strange stories about it
if she conquer your heart
you will look like a Lady called a Big monotony
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
beauty, dream, love,
She said,
you have not
been bit
until a dragon does it...
Come my Ethelinda,
lips to lips
mouth to mouth
you the speaker
of the shroud
with secrets of the dead..
Storms cannot remove you
from my mind
I'm incapable
of not loving you
from mist to snow
to flickering starlight...
I have searched
the depths and fires of hell
to feel you
against my burning flesh
invading every cell of my body...
I have been waiting for you
to fly into my life
and satisfy my dreams
to make of me
the richest lord
with your vast treasures...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
by Darian Brown |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, romance, teen, wedding, wife, heart, heart, love, i love you,
I love you every hour and every day
Our love is a goodie-to-shoes that can’t disobey
It’s also a dragon; whoever tries to slay
Will face hell with no hands to pray
I’ll love our love anytime, any day
We’ll walk on this earth with the right of way
Our love is for real lovers, no child’s play
Me and you, we are they
Who’s talk about to love this way.
I love our love, most of all I love you
Without you my heart tells lies; which is never true
I’ll hold you so close, make your heart a tattoo
Your heart can never be outdid to outdo
You love me a lot, I love you too
I love our love, how bout you?
by Oleg Borisov |
Categories:
love,
Pollux,
Your spring is at the cross-road with my summer,
Like wanderers we met each other on the way -
We are like shining stars, which, somewhere,
in space of Gemini are lit up for a play.
A feast of greenery here lies below us.
You gently touch a dandelion with your lips.
Around us stands the yellow world of flowers,
you taste the nectar with your tongue’s tip.
Conception of new feelings by the cosmic dust
of deep blue dragon, with the sparkling scale.
Red snake of yours will give a birth to lust.
Let there be expectation of a fairy tale.
Castor
by Mike Beard |
Categories:
fantasy, love, passion, people, poetry, romantic, truth,
Upon a time, a story once composed.
Across the pages dancing letters waltz.
Met eyes. Together, him and her apposed.
The villain, against them, inflict assaults.
It leaves us guessing, due to twists and turns.
However, does the hero save the girl?
Distressing times until the girl returns.
A fight against a dragon, swords unfurl.
Heroic. Saves the girl, and dragon slain.
Afraid no longer. Village folk’s delight.
Wedding. Love is true. Continue to reign.
Espoused, and she is pregnant. Future bright.
Life is less a book, and scripts offhanded.
Plotless stories. Rules unwritten. Candid.
by Edward Mccormick |
Categories:
adventure, angst, art, dedication, family, fantasy, love, passion, romance, science fiction, love,
A fragrant dancing tickles in my nose
Inhaling deep- intoxicant perfume-
Of some invisible narcotic rose.
The earth is host to swirling love in bloom!
Yet summers final blossom wilts away.
Each dawning promissory sunset sky-
Spectacular transition- ends each day,
And no escaping, not for you and I!
Two points of view may vary constancy,
Surrendering to marginal debate.
Relinquishing all fervent penalty,
Embracing change, I yield, my devastate.
May love transcendent of mentality
Deliver always swift reality!
by Rose Kelly |
Categories:
angst, anxiety, beauty, courage, feelings, high school, i love you,
Every step she takes rocks her world.
A butterfly is a dragon.
Life is a beast that must be slain.
It rips her heart apart with its cruel fangs
Leaving a red raw wound.
The pain is so immense that she can hardly stand
Every touch is a branding.
It burns a mark on her heart that cannot be erased.
She cares too much.
She would crawl through hell
She would bang on the gates of heaven
for those she loves.
But love means pain.
Love is the brand that marks her heart.
Life shreds, love burns
but existence without them would be empty.
So the pain is a gift.