Dragon Poetry

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    Allisiam Well-Known Member

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    The Green Man


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    May 5, 2012 at 9:23am


    I sit here at this chair
    And the words flutter out
    Into the rustling leaves
    Of the seven shades of green
    And I am emptied of them.
    The tears flow, quietly
    Softly, like the rain
    I am drowning in this emerald forest,
    Your silence scintillating
    Through me like a diamond
    Wishing you had not gone
    Away, into that cave
    Alone and dark.


    May 5th 2012 (Beltane)
    ©Julienne Alvarez
     
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    The Body Beloved

    May 7, 2011 at 4:57am


    In the quiet hours
    Just before the sun
    Sets inside your mind
    I speak to you
    Softly at first as you drift in
    And out of consciousness
    On the knife edge of
    Dreams is my abode,
    Between the folds of
    Those mind duvets
    A voice in their crisp ruffling
    I speak to you
    But your ear is pressed
    To the pillows of
    The one
    Who lies beside you
    Deep in sleep
    The crashing
    Waves of my rejoice
    Is but a lullaby
    Softly languishing,
    Its message echoing
    Along those sonnets
    You sing to yourself
    As you sleep upon the bosom
    Of my maidens,
    And so, it is then
    I also find sleep
    To dream
    Of days when you
    Shall hear me.


    ©Julienne Alvarez

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    (80) Jesus said, "He who has recognized the world has found the body, but he who has found the body is superior to the world."

     
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    FUTURE SHADOWS OF THE PAST

    The Presence of the Mosaic implies the will of Unity=God=Starhumanity and not the will of Humanity=Man=Separation!

    "A most wondrous thing the Shadow is, a redeemer in all to succour;
    it can go where the light cannot abide, seemingly banished, it is not.
    For where the light is, the darkness flees, no longer present to endure;
    so to become illuminated is its destined journey and its troubled lot.

    But without the light, no Shadow can be cast, its such a splendid key;
    the dimensions reduce in space from three to two and all in just the one.
    Betwixt the light and the darkness it is and part of both for all to see;
    the Shadow of the body, does it not merge all in its rule under the sun?

    Whatsoever can cast a Shadow, must be a most wondrous thing to relay;
    as nature's very own offspring, the young ones grow towards their final goal.
    Enabled to bring peace to so many things appearing apart and so far away;
    the reconciliation for the suffering body with its spirit and its scattered soul."
     
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    Twilight

    Vincent's Stars.

    Raven cries star tears
    Cosmic dewdrops shine primal.
    Dawn laments Nuit's Wing.


    ©Julienne Alvarez
     
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    Crunchy.


    The Dragonslayers of the Realms!

    Those young evil Dragons of Thuban are here, those verocious beasts;
    in their caves they hide a lot and plan to don their many dire feasts.
    Then when a swiftfooted and armoured dragon slayer comes along;
    the poor fiends become frightened and forgetful whereto they belong.

    The swords and knives are drawn by the warriors of honour and renown;
    never before did such gallantry prevail in the kingdoms of all then known.
    Young dragons perished one by one not knowing what evil they had done;
    So all the dragons were no more but in folklore, their memory just gone.

    Then an old wise dragon mother awoke from her long and peaceful sleep;
    this cannot continue she said to her beau; where is my children's keep?
    And Maria's beau went forth to show the slayers the folly of their ways;
    with magic words and keys of deliverance he caused them many sighs.

    Would the slayers learn who the young dragons were before when old?
    Could the slayers see themselves in the ancient wisdom of oaks so bold?
    When the nightingale sung her song of love to the elves of the moon;
    and then as the foxes gathered about to ask the wise owl, how soon?

    How long will it be, before the humans awake to remember their past?
    Slayers of their own ancestors they are in many a zest to be so vast.
    A young dragon is nought but a slayer having returned from the grave.
    They are destroying themselves and their memories, the ones so brave.

    Maria's beau found some old souls who could remember the new past.
    Many others remained steadfast in their knowing better of an older path.
    And so it continued in the common playing grounds under the sunny sky;
    until the old wise dragon father of all joined the party to give it his try.

    Abraxas Anthony


    Crunchy.

    A piece of peace to appease - now that is a classic Susan Serafina.

    And when the dragon slayers look into the mirrors of the eXchanger,
    what do they see - they see dragons looking back at them.

     
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    Maiden's Head.
    Maiden's Head​

    June 13, 2014 at 11:12am


    Eyelets of wave

    Undulate, shimmering

    Net of lace

    Draped over my watery orb, scintillate softly

    Toward the horizon, the ever worn path

    Burnt saffron cut out on sea glass

    Aton skipping

    Eternally, slowly rolling, reaching in long

    Surging pulls at my feet

    Tucked into the scrubbing pearl sand

    I float here, swaying

    Bobbing gently above and below

    These legs, stalking my underbelly

    Beside the dark waters

    This wave of me, newly winged

    Blue Heron fishing the sky.


    ©Julienne Alvarez 6/13/2014

     
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    The beast that was, is not and is yet to come

    June 18, 2014 at 9:55am

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    I do not belong here

    The voices I hear are from another world

    It sits on top of this one

    An invisible capstone

    Humming songs that no human ear can hear

    I fell into the slit of Gecko eye

    The keyhole of all memory

    And traveled back to the beginning of time

    To no time, no one, nothing

    Zero point

    Double FF, route 66

    And out of this emerged

    An ancient mind

    Whatever I was before

    No longer exists

    I grew wings of quantum ash

    And I fly

    I am the fly

    Buzzing with ninety nine folded, lotus eyes

    My long tongue snaps out

    Sticky, devouring my black wing

    Body, head and all

    Sailing the star filled vastness

    I fold space, blooming intimately

    Like flames burning and licking

    The air

    I do not belong here

    Staring down the aisles of Wallmart

    Hunting for bug spray.



    Gospel of Thomas
    (66) Jesus said, "Show me the stone which the buildershave rejected. That one is the cornerstone."

    ©Julienne Alvarez 6-18-2014

     
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    raxnae One Love, One Heart

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    I would love for you to share some of your personal poems in my forum.
     
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    A Stones Throw​

    September 5, 2014 at 10:38am




    The rainfall
    pelts the soft earth
    rivulets of clay form
    small worms
    slithering along the cry of a lone gull
    piercing the mist

    a small girl throws a stone
    into a lake
    it sinks slowly
    making its way into complete
    darkness
    settling into a half shell
    depression
    at the bottom
    in the mud
    like the world is now

    only she knows
    where it went
    her eyes heavy
    with rain.



    ©Julienne Alvarez​
     
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    The 24 Elders of Canis Majoris

    It is dawn
    the chill glistens through a
    cathedral of sentinels
    soft beams of sunlight swarm
    among their evergreen branches
    lampyridae of golden tinsel
    glowing through mist of breath
    white heather invades
    the stillness here
    punctuations of lavender stiletto the air
    I am haunted by the fevered ache
    within my warm lake of blood
    Persephone tempts with her red stains
    her long shawl of moss eclipses
    the shadow of my body
    fossilizing me with its verdant cloak
    strung with the scent of
    fall leaves, pine and earth
    wolves materialize from
    sensual longing, they birth between my legs
    their images lurk within
    brown and gold rorschachs of maple
    strewn leaves lining the path
    they howl between the negative spaces
    forming the other world
    I hear their rustling
    rushing forms, gathering speed
    ancient ones
    descending to mingle in this forest of time
    their breath suspended in the trees
    foliage of nimbus
    immortal
    steaming hounds ecstatic
    circling
    I exhale my own form
    it peers down through
    rays of opal light
    becoming inhaled once again
    into the purple throat of
    twilight’s lycanthrope
    there below my feet
    Sothis flashes me her blue teeth
    obedient I lay beneath the hunter’s gaze.



    ©Julienne Alvarez
    November 29th 2014

     
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