Dragon Poetry

The Green Man​

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​

 

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."​

 

Twilight



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


©Julienne Alvarez​

 

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



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​

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




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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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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