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The Littlest Dragon Slayer
A  little scared of our trip last year, To the far northlands, the reason unclear. Mountains, forests and an ice cold lake, No swim or castles of sand to make.
Fresh air and sunshine, stars in the sky, Camping and hiking, climb mountains high. That didn’t sound like much fun to me, I’d rather visit a nice warm sea.
Drive lasted hours, slumped in the backseat. Ran out of snacks, then nothing to eat. We read a new book of funny rhymes, I fell asleep a couple of times.
Some stories were good, some I got bored, Some I laughed loudly, others I snored. Arriving late in the darkness of night, Waking early to rising sunlight.
First we ate breakfast then a short hike. Had lunch with dessert, what’s not to like. Then a museum of the natives past, Legends of old and now fading fast.
Heard some stories, we saw a show. My favorite was of long ago, it was of a little kid like me. The bravest kid there could ever be.
She was the daughter of the great chief. He died protecting all from a thief, who flew in the night stealing their food And the cause of their thousand year feud.
The girl shortened her father’s long spear. She roamed the forest without a fear, To find who took her father away. To slay the dragon, no time for play.
I lay in bed thinking of all I heard. Remembered most all, details blurred. Woke the next morning ready to go, To fill in the blanks I didn’t know.
I went to the shore before sunrise. I climbed on the rocks. That wasn’t wise. Had to know if the legend was true, Then fell in from my slippery shoe.
Hit the water with a splash and scream. I floated down and started to dream. I woke up much later warm and dry. But no sign of the bright morning sky. 
I felt all around for a way out. Then I saw light from something’s big snout. I screamed and jumped, bumped my head and then. I knew I was in that dragons den.
Her nostrils grew bigger, warm and bright. Would I be cooked for a tasty bite? She started to laugh and I to cry. Was I to live or was I to fry?
She said “Hello” in a dragon tone. “Glad to see you, I’m always alone.” I was much surprised to hear her speak. Her nature was gentle, almost weak.
Now in the brightness of her warm light. We sat and chatted into the night. She told me the truths I had to know. And when she’s done burping I could go.
Dragons can wait to burp but it’s slow. Or blow out flames with a mighty glow. A truly bad idea, we both think. So we wait for her belly to shrink.
We waited and waited hours or more. For her to shrink and unblock the door. And when most all her gas gone away. I could slip out to the light of day.
By then it’s night and dragon still plump. Rocks all around, I sat on my rump. She spoke of the last to be with her - It was the little dragon slayer.
She was three feet tall and very bold, Not much more than eight or nine years old. She charged at me with her tiny spear, Tears pouring down but showing no fear.
She plunged the stick in my outstretched paw. Tried pulling it out to poke me more. The tip broke off; I’ve had it since then. Tucked away safe in my dragons den.
The girls cause noble though a mistake. Her dear father’s life I didn’t take. He chased me into the dark of night. Belly swollen, I couldn’t take flight.
I ran and ran then climbed a tall tree. But the brave young chief still followed me. He heard some chicks cry out on a limb. Surviving the wind their chance’s grim.
Was the branch to weak, couldn’t be sure. He reached for the nest and made it secure. A very brave man, doing his best. But fell to his death saving the nest.
The small girl glad to know what was right. But very sad at her loss that night. It wasn’t my fault but share the blame. Though sad, she forgave me all the same.
In the forest the rest of that day. We planned how to keep others away. I promised to sleep most of the year, Hiding when there are people to scare.
The slayer agreed to spare my soul. And keeping our friendship, my life’s goal. She would try to visit when she could. Into the darkness of the night wood.
Gave her a claw as proof of who won - The famous dragon slaying mission. Worn always and admired by all” I said it was on the museum’s wall.
She went on to share more of her life, Her times of happiness, times of strife. There’s never to be flying at all. Unless to answer a dragons call.
Said she’s free to swim under the ice. But never when the weather is nice. While out for her last swim of the year. I fell in and she found me there.
She brought me back to her little den. To hibernate all over again. Before our chat done her eyes turned red. Her tummy stirring, she warmly said.
“Please take the tip of the slayers spear, So you can recall your time spent here. Think of me fondly now that we’re friends. And trust a dragon’s love never ends.” 
With one last huge burp, I held my nose, But that’s how a dragon friendship goes. Then out the backdoor, into the wood, Running as fast as ever I could.
Thoughts of yesterday and mom and dad. The sooner back the less they’ll be sad. The rangers soon found me safe and sound. They were all happy I hadn’t drowned.
Back at the camp we all hugged and kissed. I was safe and assured I was missed. But then all the questions that they had - Over and over then I got mad!
They didn’t believe my dragon tale. I showed them my proof to no avail. It was thought that my memories blurred - By all the stories that I had heard.
Dragons and slayers in the night are all normal causes of a child’s fright. A doctor checked the bump on my head. Then sent me back home for time in bed.
Glad for the friendship of a dragon. But all in all it wasn’t much fun. I’ve learned new things and a lesson had. That a kid all alone is very bad!
And now I’ve shared my legend with you. Like the slayer’s, it’s mostly all true. If you don’t believe I’m sincere - I’ll show you the tip of that spear.
 ~:~ the End ~:~
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Seasons
Spring
Life blossoms shedding care. Days grow longer, nights dear. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect time, young or old.
Summer
Always warm, always fun. Life outside in the sun. Day’s long, grass grows tall. Nights breeze welcome by all.
Autumn
Full of color, golden bed. On the ground, leaves shed. Getting shorter, days fair. Night’s crisp, chill in the air.
Winter
World of white, weather bold. Day’s short, nights long and cold. Holidays, many friends. Bittersweet when it ends.
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Relies
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There’s a quiet in the darkness, our sun yet to rise. Beauty’s still in hiding, only truths before our eyes. ~ Soon the dawn will beckon, shedding the world’s disguise. Silence then a memory, light exposing the lies. ~ The world now filled with sunshine, always a pleasant surprise. Then we wait for the sunset, again to feel we’re wise. ~ By day we have distraction, evenings we revise. Sleep brings us solace, giving strength to ask the whys. ~ Questions fill our heads, life’s answers we surmise. Half asleep or awake, tomorrow is our prize.
~*~ SCK032424
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Celtic Pastures
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She’s spring green eyes and azalea lips,
rosy cheeks and fertile hips.
Her beauty’s beheld, never to pluck;
this clover found is my good luck.
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H₂Ome
. The rain has fallen A new day’s blossoms begun Together as one
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Sprung
. Bunnies nibbling fresh spring grass. Clouds as time leisurely pass. Darkness consumes as does every day. Time as grass nibbled away. Sun’s rise, birds welcome sung. Minds unwind, spring has sprung.
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Good Morning Sunshine
Good morning sunshine wherever you are. The sky is gray and the spring is far. The winter blue’s now in sight, reminded daily by the length of night. ~ Soon will be snow, slush and rain, every chore’s a major pain. Walk’s now unpleasant in my little town. So we’ll bundle up and hunker down. ~ The calendar I’ll watch and mark each date, envious of those who hibernate. To sleep all winter sounds like fun, then awakened to a warming sun. ~ But I’m just a human, as are you. We endure the weather, it’s what we do. But for me the heat’s never too far. Good morning sunshine there you are.
~*~ SCK010620
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Seconds
Awaiting the sunrise, starlight fills sleepy eyes, coffee’s brewing brighter skies. ~ I feel today’s a happy day. Clearing is the persistent gray. And spring’s finally on its way. ~ Summer’s next, heart’s to thaw. The beats of two inspire with awe. Sunset’s as one an unimagined draw. ~ With a change of hue fall we’ll thirst, a future’s quenched well-rehearsed. But I think I need my second cup first.
~*~ SCK022219
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rhymesalot · 12 days
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Poetic Rewards
A life spent digging Both gravediggers and artists Always in the hole
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Cloudy Thinking
What can sometimes tease,
may devastate or please, yet 
always nurtures?    Rain 
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Treading Water
I sweat it when I don’t write I sweat it when I do I’m glad I can swim Or I’d sweat drowning too
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Lightning Strikes
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It’s the perfect end to a perfect night.
We kissed in the rain beneath the blue light.
Seems Mother Nature had her chance.
She lit up the sky for our romance.
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Alesha the Cat
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Daddy, daddy come quick and see. There are big eyes looking at me. In the window there, can you see? It’s a kitty staring back at me. Please can we keep her, can we please? I’ll wash her good if there are fleas. We gave her some milk on a plate. It seemed like hours I had to wait. Then mom came home, was kitty there? Yes! - She’s napping on the porch chair. Mom and dad had a little chat. They called me in and there I sat. Hoped to hear we have a new pet. “First” they said “a trip to the vet” “Vet” I said “whatever is that?” They said “a doctor for your cat.” Found a box, she fits just right. Curled in a towel - out of sight. Into the car and off we go. To a new place I didn’t know. Never been to a vet before. Many new things behind the door. There’s lots of cats and dogs of course. But shocked to see a tiny horse. Saw a snake and a talking bird. Said some words I’ve never heard. The vet was fun just like the zoo. But I was glad when we were through. We brought her home, she disappeared. Hid under the bed like mom feared. To get her out we had a plan. Gave her some tuna from a can. That didn’t work, mom tried a trick. She tied some yarn on a long stick. I wiggled the yarn on the floor. We saw a paw and then two more. Next was a tail then furry head. Now she’s out from under my bed. Gave her a scratch as she ran past. To the new food she ate too fast. We gave her some time to explore. She made a big mess on the floor. Dad cleaned it up, almost got sick. Mom finished the job; I said “ick!” And when done we all had a laugh. Thankful our cat wasn’t a calf. Then made a list for a quick shop. A litter box was at the top. Bought cans and bags of this and that, Much was needed for our new cat. While we were out dad took a nap. Our new kitty curled on his lap. She woke with a stretch and a purr, Licking her paws and stripey fur. Dad woke next and was surprised. By his new friend’s big sleepy eyes. He cuddled her close, scratched her ears. Mom smiled, I thought I saw tears. Then we all had a good giggle. Watching kitty twist and wiggle. Mom picked her up, gave her a hug. Put her down gently on the rug. The cutest thing I ever did see. But what to call my new kitty? She’ll be Alesha, our cat “A”. Like in the book I read today. By a doctor who wrote fun rhymes. I’ve read them all oodles of times. Now’s time to sleep, our day is done. I hope tomorrows just as fun. Tucked in bed, Alesha and me. Soon to dream of little cat “B”.
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Paths Move People
We can’t see the future or read the mind. But with eyes, ears and thinking gears, there’s much that we can find. Pages of our lives fanned out in real-time. Voices of every color sing them out in rhyme.
What was is done, will be, just a guess. Is, is now, lest we digress. Paths past can follow to haunt and test. Yet we need only step a little, time gives the rest.
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rhymesalot · 13 days
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Morning Triku #62
~ Changing Times
Morning, the air still Quiet of mind, time’s perking Windy thoughts lurking
~ Static Thinking
Perpetuity Is energy, laziness Is perpetual
~ Choosing Battles
I love to write in Metaphor, beautiful yet Mostly meaningless
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Dollars to Doughnuts
You can’t buy happy Though a smile can be rented Sadness always free
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A Lonely Princess
Where rocky cliff meets stormy sea, a castle perched, forever be. Where gray stone surrounds little seen sky. “Twas this fortress a young princess cry.
The princess post birth, her parents delight, treasured by day, guarded by night. Feasting with jesters, ponies, puppets and maids, a gaggle of servants draw bright velvet shades
With sentry of knight to share all her dreams, her eyes shut tight to hide her screams. Time wasted limitless, she wished for an end. The princess was lonely without a true friend. . One morning awoken by a kiss from a queen, sleepy eyes opened to a sight seldom seen. Golden light sparkles in diamond pane rare, a sapphire morn burns black coal night air.
A tasty breakfast served on tray in bed. Downy pillows fluffed to rest her head. The king arrived more jolly than ever, with riddle to solve, if anyone clever.
“What may have wings cannot fly. Holds a heart yet cannot die. Shaken pitch laughs off rain. Having one a princess to gain?”
The joyous young girl made many a guess. The kings’ piddling patience grew less and less. The queen and knights all had a try. The king muttered “castle!” with a loud sigh.
The room bemused by the riddler’s zeal. Most unconcerned with how others feel. A castle repeated in more pleasant a tone, a home for a princess to call her own.
But first a short trip outside the wall, where grass tickles feet and trees grow tall. There are lessons to learn from tutors wise. There are truths to see with growing eyes.
Now’s time a princess must prepare, for the eventual call of a prince to be dear. A someday king awaits his throne, whence you shall rest upon your own.
The princess knew the day would come, a bartered prize as was her Mum. No fairy tale endings for spawn of kings. “Tis a life shackled with heavy gold rings.
Adventure awaits, no time for self-pity, freedom’s short locked in a stone city. Knowledge abounds beyond heavy gates. The princess skips past on worn ancient slates.
Beneath a fine bonnet of satin and lace, excitement glowed on her adolescent face. Her velvet shoes barely touching the dirt, a merry cyclone a-swirl in silk skirt.
Her mentor soon waves from path by wood. Magical flora beckons, some bad, some good. Wonders overwhelm in green forest lush. An ocean of emeralds painted with brush.
With each lash a-flutter bursts a new color. Light and shades multiply them all more. With the thirst of a sponge she did explore, where surprises abound when not looked for.
A gentle breeze blew, a little leaf flew, bright sky filled in the space anew A ray of sunlight kissed a shiny stone. Atop a bed of dewy leaf it rests alone.
With a tiny tap upon its shimmering side, the distant fates of two collide. Surface cracking on this egg thought stone, a heartbeat wakened with thunderous tone.
Out popped a plump lump, beneath wings of scale. A pat on the rump exposed its long tail. A final stretch thrust shell shards to leaf. And there lie a creature beyond belief.
Warm smiles shared with a new friend. A precious little pearl, the girl’s to defend. The gazes shattered by a howl from the trail, ‘twas the elderly teacher, impatient and frail.
The princess knew what had to be done. The babe hid under her bonnet and bun. Down the path she ran back to the gate. Yelled to the guards “The teacher was late”
Gates barely open she slipped through the crack, escaping notice of the tail down her back. Safe in her chamber they shared the night’s meal, both sharing puckers with fresh lemon peel.
Then swathed in plush robes, kissed on the head, the fledgling was tucked safely under the bed. Each night passing, more robes to conceal, this teething tot with big teeth that’s real.
Each day growing from the princess’s scraps, she grew thinner, now padded with straps. The servants grew nervous at both the sight, one lie near weightless, one flew in the night.
The princess’s secret though soon was known, when her expanding friend went out alone. The knights became dazed by armored flight, their swords no match for the hunger of night.
The king and queen where too nearly maimed. Pawns, bishops and rooks where all to be blamed. A wizard was called to tame the toddler beast. His tenure cut short when almost a feast.
The creature now huge, truly loved the girl. She called her Sunshine, the princess’s Pearl. Together they frolicked on the castle rooftop. The king spying danger called for a stop.
Shouting “time’s come to put childhood behind, It’s now time to marry, I’ve someone in mind. He’s brave, sweet, wise and kind, at least I’m told. There’ll be time to adjust as you both grow old.”
Escorted by king to the royal coach and four, off to be locked behind another gilded door. Her fate was sealed by a noble families need, alliances grown with common regal seed.
But with a twist, jerk and a naughty giggle, the squiggly princess was free now to wiggle. Breaking free, running fast, past all unaware. She zigged and zagged toward the rooftop stair.
Screaming loudly for her only friend Pearl, who tried to save the much pursued girl. A guard with a pike held Pearl on a chain. Blocking the Sunshine’s escape of the reign.
Seeing her friend at the top of the stair, Pearl snapped her links then into the air. The petrified guard fled from his post, grabbing for Sunshine he’d surely be toast.
The princess ran to the edge of the roof, yelling to Pearl, she feared aloof. The big eared beast sharply turned about, hearing her Sunshine’s gloomy shout
The king with guards, knights and queen, Stormed to the roof unprepared for what’s seen. The princess looked back, blew a kiss to her mother, and a warm thoughtful wave to all the other.
Then with a carefree step she disappeared. Plunging to her sudden death, or so was feared. The mortified lookers all lunged for the ledge. Hoping the princess landed safe in a hedge.
The king peeked over, not wanting to see, when up rose his honey like a big bumble bee. She hung from the neck of her dear friend Pearl, now bonded for life, this dragon and girl.
Higher she climbed with a dragons eye view, a view to be viewed by a very small few. Now all surveyed, now all her realm, Sunshine’s the captain, Pearl the helm.
Over forest and mountains, ocean and stream, free in a world where she need not dream. Adrift on her Pearl upon the endless sea, confined they now be in the realm of fantasy.
The king broken hearted wept in his sleep. The queen always still with never a peep. They later agreed to bare a new heir, whether be girl or boy was not a care.
The next child’s fate was sure to be better, born free of mind and trappings of luster. A loving heart nurtured by family and friends, and given the choices to choose their own ends.
The princess returned in time for the birth. The kingdom was full of merriment and mirth. The princess enchanted with a friend who flew. And all ends happily as fairy tales all do.
* The End
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