The legend Saint George,
No doubt was a Yorkshire lad,
Who said to his Mother?
By eck Ma that Dragon,
Has made me reet mad,
Best go and sort her son,
If tha thinks tha can,
You never know,
They may make you,
A prominent man,
George set off armed with bacon butty,
And fire extinguisher, on his back,
He also borrowed a pit pony,
That had recently got the sack,
Off to settle dispute wit dragon,
Known to all as Maggie,
Who had a reet fierce tongue?
Although her breast were quite saggy,
George travelled over hill and dale,
For which seemed many a day,
Stopping off for plenty of beers,
I’nt local pubs on his way,
He finally caught up wit dragon,
Up on Blakey Hill,
With only one intention,
This dragon he had to kill,
Nah love he said,
Tha’s caused quite a stir,
And to be honest,
Tha’s really not bin fair,
It’s time love,
Some bugger sorted thee owt,
As us poor Yorkshire folk,
Have now been left with nowt,
His extinguisher ready and aimed,
He set about dousing Maggie,
Finally putting out her flames,
Wit Dragon slain,
Folk shouted Hip Hooray,
Tha’s gunna be called a Saint George,
Cos tha’s just had thee chuffin day!

Saint Georges Day April 23rd and wanted to give this poem a chance so hope you all enjoy it

imagine a big dragon
Are you doing it?


what color is it?

"b-blue and yellow"

Blue and yellow. Cute! Isss it big as godzilla?

"no, it's smaller
likee the size of a horse"

Dats a smol dragon
I like him.

"its not smallllllllllll
a smol dragon would be like, a neck dragon
hes big, just not hugeeeeeee"

Ohhhh okay. He's a big dragon, but not huge.
His teeth are like little point pearls
do you see how shiny they are?
and pink

"why are his teeth pink"

They are pearls.

"but pearls are white"

then his toofers are white.

good hygeine"

One of those pearls in his dragon maw
his little baby toofeers
thats you


because than you can fly with him everywhere.
Just imagine looking down through his mouth at the cityyy
as he flyyyys
and sitting all nestled in his lip
Blue and yellow leather
He could sing you storiessss and brushes his toofers so his breath would be warm but not stinky

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhh­hhhhh :3"

"My small tenant" He says to you.
as you crawl out of his gum and walk out onto his tongue.

What is your dragon houses name?

"his name is roxy"

He's making a very silly face, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes to talk to you
he sounds silly too
talking with his tongue out
"Welcome Home. "

"i loveeeeee"

Roxy the Blue and yellow Horse sized Dragon House.
"Ready to slide?"
he asks you


he swallows you
it's very slippery and fun!
like a water slide
And is warm, but not smelly becaus he brushes his teeth
you fly over muscles and liquids and tongue and land on a biiiig trampoline
You can hear Roxy from all around you, quite loud "Having fun, my tennant?"
You are the small size, or a dragons tooth.

"good :3"

"uh oh!" He cries
you see fire from his back
it's zooming towards you!

"nooooooooooo run awaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy"

You run up towards his tongue and trip into the sticky icky
The fire is warm and tingles oup your back
then is over
and you standup, the back of your clothes all burnt off and your front all sticky icky
"I'm sorry, tennant"
"I sneezed"

"its oki roxy."

Roxy fashions their tongue like a staircase for you to come back outside

"daddy? Im sleepy... Can we finish the story tomorrow night?"

me too Babygurl. ^^
Yes we can


Good night

"ninighht daddy. sleeeepppppp well.
i love you"

I love you too baby girl ^^
Sweet dreams.

You curl up in roxys empty tooth spot, he covers you in his blanket tongue. it is warm. but not stinky. and you drift soft to sleep
"Good night, Tenant"
"I love you"

"i love you ttooo roxy."

Usurp from quite possibly, the most Adoreable FB Chat
Enandin Mar 9

Time to let the dragon sleep
Holed up in his cave so deep
Put the toys back in their box
Close the door and turn the locks
The dragon's night is at an end
Morning light on dreams descend
Cease your roar start the clocks
Put the toys back in their box
Adventures tales are ours to keep
But now's the dragon's turn to sleep.

There once lived a princess so sweet and so true,
Locked high in a tower of lonely perdue,
But as luck would have it, one summer morning,
A brave knight passed, pride and armour adorning,
Hearing the girl singing deep malady,
He declared in most majestic rhapsody:
"Maiden fear not, I will come up and free thee
And ride on like wind to take thee to safety!"

And thus did the knight chop the lock with his sword,
And kick down the door (a most elegant lord),
And swoop in and bow down and get on one knee,
With offer of hand declare: "Princess, you're free!
Climb into my arms, let me whisk you away,
Let all of your troubles and sadness here stay.
My steed awaits, my castle's in Tuscany,
You'll be happy and safe if you marry me!"

"Sir you are kindest for letting me out,
But the dragons who took me are still about,
They roam the forests and destroy all they see,
They burgle your dreams and discard your body,
I was most fortunate, I got out alive,
But they chased after me and so, to survive,
To stop them from gaining even more power,
I locked myself in the walls of this tower.
Marriage won't save me, nor kisses and delight,
The dragons, they follow all day and all night."

"I alone can smite them and alone I go,
For if you come with me, they'll kill you also."
The story is sad, but the moral is
You can't save the princess with true love's kiss.
The princess must go and the princess must fight
And save herself then, with all of her might.
And when she returns and the dragons are slayed,
Perhaps then she'll be ready for the plans you have made.

For all of the dragons were once knights like you,
Who turned into monsters that broke her in two,
She alone has the power and knowledge that
Will slay them, and all past destruction combat.
Until then, fair Knight, you mustn't resist,
Don't ignore the lesson and merely persist,
For if you continue and try to pursue,
The next dragon she slays, will bear the name You.

Enandin Feb 27

The ultimate Dragon Poem and a childhood favourite of mine which still sends shivers to this day...

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

I read somewhere that some one did an illustrated version of the song where the final illustration saw Jackie bring his young daughter to the cave and introduced her to Puff. That will always be my ending.
Breeze-Mist Feb 22

Slowly rises the pink dragon of dawn
Shooting flames from her maw in a waking yawn
Churning up whisps of fog from her nostrils, she sighs
Raising a rainbow belly to greet the too early skies

Light House Feb 22

She danced with dragons; tangoed
into the night with 'em
..till she was devoured.  In pieces,
she drowned, in one's belly ..beneath.
Legend goes... she was either dragged up
or swam up, all on her own, up to dizzying degrees.
...Says she touched ground again, as one of them:
the dragon's descendant, now ...the Keeper of the Phoenix Tree.

Dipped in defiance, dripping wishes, chance, & dreams...
the dragoon stands.  Her name: Autumn 9Leaves.

In the works.  Warming up my mind.  Took a leisurely day, if you will.
Lesley Wood Feb 15

O'blessed Darkness cover me
Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs;
The disjointed fragments of blinking walls,
Lights crashing off and on,
Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing,
So many together and all alone.
It is all a show.

The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream.
I see my life before me;

A slush of goo,
The stink of this world,
Or is that the scallops & escargot?
What have you done to me?

Everything I do myself-
This dream, this life...
Why do I hurt myself so?

Punching mirrors, vomit on porcelain.
Dark, thick-
My throne for many minutes...

Time ticking, time ticking-
I was unaware.
My wooden box was silent,
My wooden life is tragic.

The voices through the walls,
Through the fog and haze-
You okay? You okay? You okay?

I croak a positive.
I have no steady legs-
When have I ever?
I have no:
stable brain
clear thought
decisive moment
steady action
fruitful journey-
All slipping through my fingers...
Like the vomitous goo of tonight.

Everything we have, we lose.
Owning anything is an illusion.
Holding on is meaningless.

I want to go home.

(Everything is nothing)

I want to go home

(there is no sense in anything)

i want to go home.

Please, hold me now.

©Lesley Wood

To hear spoken words,

Funny inspiration (well, now) got terribly drunk in Austin one night with friend. The drink that really tipped me over 'The Dragon'. Nitsua is Austin backwards (his influence) Also, my Ode to Napoleon.
Elijah Rose Feb 12

The knight & dragon fought.
both never yielding.
spewing fire,
tails clashing.

Fierce is the battle,
but she is of-course fair.

"this chivalrous battle is quite grand, In honor of my heart have you two crossed. but to your dismay, a poet has crossed my path and my heart has his word pierced."
The end.
- Elijah Rose ©

Shamans, in an attempt to find a word that all cultures could understand, to represent, universally, the subject; married the languages by root.

Each attribute or thing that the beast is said to do, have or have power to do or over is found as a definition in a language of the individual roots.

Take Sanskrit for instance. "Dra," is "water and combine it with Sumerian, "Gun, Gon," and you get a "water-born," beast who "writhes, twists or wraps around," which is the Ouroboros Serpent as shown in ancient images.

The secret to all ancient myth or religion is in interpretation of language into foreign languages over time.

And, yes, it is very creative, appears complex due to time but is just humans trying to describe observable nature.

None of it is meant to be taken literally unless you literally live six thousand years ago and speak in an ancient tongue.


Keltic, "Con, Kon," makes the Dragon, "All-knowing."

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