The Poetry Marathon

Dragon Dreams

He’d burn the world for you,
And tumble-turn in cloud of ash,
Scaling skies of flame-licked hue,
A blistering blade of loneliness.
Trapped within
A fairy’s storybook,
Always one,
But never two,
This dragon dreams of a another day
Where he flies in emerald light,
Before the magic first held sway,
Before he lost you to the knight.

you think you know me

yet, my job is to become

someone you don’t know

I am the conqueror
I own every victory
I climb every mountain
I set my flag and shout into the distance

I am the queen
I am FIERCE
My muscles burn like fire
My physique sculpted out of ashes

I will never quit

I rush through space
I live between the stars
I dash at the speed of light to my destiny

I will scream from every corner
I will tear open every door
I will jump every hurdle in my path
I will beat every opponent

Let everyone know
Tell the sky
Whisper into the rain
Scream at the top of your lungs
You did not defeat me
You will not defeat me.
I have won.
I am the conqueror.

I’m never as serious

as I am now.

I am a Him.

As male and obnoxious,

or caring and visceral,

as any female human.

I stand on my own,

principals, goals,

drives driving me toward the

father I don’t want to be.

I won’t be another HIM,
just the Him I am.

I won’t beat my children

with the end of a fishing rod.

I won’t pull the daughters around the floor

by their hair.

I won’t finger their innocence

because of uncontrollable

hatreds.

Or I won’t be with a Her,

or I will sheath my manhood

like the gloved hand

with a finger in the dyke.

No more water,

no more collateral damages,

no more babies.

I am a him, as best as I can be.

I love, respect, and still want.

More than all the world,

I want more than I need.

All too often,

forgetting that I

gave it all

for them.

Its so furious to see
how judgmental some persons can be,
its inflicting wounds are like a sting from a bee.

Sanctuary

I sit in the woods

Far away from the noise

And busyness of civilization

The breeze blows past me

Softly touching me as it passes

My hair moves and settles

The sounds of birds singing

Animals scampering

And water as it trickles slowly

The warmth of the sun

Shines through the canopy

Casting a shadow of lace

The smell of musky wetness

As the leaves from last fall

Carpet the floor

I close my eyes and take it all in

The smells, the sounds, the peace

As I worship here

In my sanctuary

It took her awhile…

She could now enjoy the solemn draped dew, the time spent with you and appreciate the birds chirping askew

She can catch the sun rise and watch as they rub their rested, still sleepy eyes

She is awake and sober instead of feeling worthless and hung-over

I watch her as she sits in the morning and I know… it took her awhile

this earth doesn’t belong to me
this sky is not mine
these trees –

these trees that sway in the sun and
shake their leaves with laughter –

they are my cousins,
my aunts, my uncles

the family i always wanted.

His skin was black and thick
like leather, his eyes red like fire,
and I stood before the Beast with all the knowledge
of a suitable Beauty. I braced myself
for the attack, but nothing could prepare me
for when he launched himself into the air
and flew at me with his claws and teeth
exposed.