"griffins" poems
*There is a place that I go
that exists within my mind.
And when I'm feeling troubled,
I can leave this world behind.
On wings of gossamer
I'll sail in airships made of mist
to sparkling shores of diamond dust
the golden sun has kissed.
There are unicorns with silver horns
and friendly dragons too.
There's griffins, fauns and centaurs
why, it's heaven's petting zoo.
The rain falls gently on my face
from tears the angels shed.
And blessings from The Father fall
like leaves on every head.
I'll swim in lakes of lavender
and also float upon my back.
to see a glittering rainbow there
with no colors does it lack.
There is no evil in this place
no envy, pride or hate.
For if I wish admission there,
I check them at the gate.
I'm kin to every heartbeat
and a soul mate to each star.
And I'm never lost or scared
for He's never very far.
And everyone is family there
the humans and the beasts.
There is no **********
There's no "greatest" and no "least".
Someday, I'll find thy solitude
and there I shall abide.
And I'll join the souls
that I have missed
upon thy mystic tide.*
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
Faith is mythical
as lands devoured by sea,
as griffins and goblins,
in tangled daydreams.
By these muddy shores,
shipwrecks of hope.
treasures and tales,
unheard, untold.
Tyrant needs sustain,
their sadist chains hold
dreamers of blue, and gold.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
vampire bats
are jumbo jets
flying high
with their six foot
wingspan flapping
through this heart of night
stretching against
the surface of the sky
hiding the face of the sun
yes, pitch black
leather wings
grabbing hold of
space and time
slicing through
the thick of night
slipping pass
the House of Hades
being guarded
by gray ghosts
griffins and gargoyles
but somehow
the Gothic moon
stands her ground nor
does she sleep
a wink tonight
letting go of
fear and fright
protecting the
still of night
knowing that
the vampire bats
possess infrared eyes
to capture their prey
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
She lives in
a Faery Tale World
Odd from conception
She never quite fit in
Flawed and damage
Her parents sought
Others more perfect than she
So she lost herself in Faery Tales
and tried to live her life
like a romance novel
Always knights,
Too many knights
And well maybe not so shiny
Dragons, Griffins, and Unicorns
Yes, these were always
part of her dreams
Now the years
have gone by
but still
Like Delta Dawn
She wears her faded rose
Looking for a love
Looking for an acceptance
that maybe,
that maybe...
Can only be found
in Faery Tales
and Romance novels
Always on the outside
Always looking in
Wondering
Always wondering
Why,
Why or what it is
that is so unacceptable about her
Even she thinks she 's odd
Her head up in the clouds
Searching for something....
Making impossible demands
Living in her Faery Tale Land
Living on the outskirts of reality
She's an Echo,
A Shadow of something
not quite real
Lost
She just a Faery Tale Myth
Real, but not....
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
My sky is red and pink
and my clouds purple
my sun is a scarlet
and my breezes are filled with sparkles
i guess you can say my world is magical
cause the waters are filled sirens and hippicampi
my lands filled with centaurs and brownies
and the air has pegases and griffins
my world is dangerous but beautiful to live in
crystal waters that beckon u to dive in
Glowy forests that hugs you tightly in
and silvery winds with sparkles that taste sweet
my world beckons you in,accept it as a treat
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
It's time for an adventure
Where and how is up to you
With fantastic tales and creatures
Where everything is new
Just use imagination
Pick a place nobody knows
Add a creature you invented
And let's see where the tale goes...
Griffins, witches, warlocks
Are in books upon your shelves
In castles, caverns, forests
With dragons, orcs, and elves
There are unicorns and magic
Things fantastic, born of old
Leprechauns and fairies
Guarding mystic pots of gold
You can choose your own adventure
Make them all do what you wish
You can have birds with legs of lions
You can have dogs with heads of fish
The choice for each adventure
Is yours and yours alone
You can have a sword that glitters
Or one that is stuck inside a stone
Kings and Queens and Princes
Fighting quests to win one's heart
With three headed bearded lizards
It's up to you just where to start
A wall that moves at random
Stairs that lead up to the stars
Submarines and Narwhales
Time travelling in cars
An adventure full of wonder
With a dog that sees through walls
A cat who sees the future
And a mouse who does duck calls
The key to each adventure
Is in the books, that you will find
Give birth to what is hidden
Deep inside your mind
Add wings to a small pony
And make a creature that now flies
Add snakes in places of fingers
Try that one on for size
Mother goose this isn't
This is fantasy by you
No one has set boundaries
Just do what you can do
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
well my mother loved to visit miss Peggy's place
yes they talk about this and that but
still Miss Peggy had several
spaded black cats in her place and
mother would ask her three young boys
to come out and visit Miss Peggy's house
unfortunately, i was the only one
brave enough to say that i have
a deep fear inside my chest and sing out
then I said, mama i am really scare of
those big black cats creeping around
in Miss Peggy's house
centurions guards and griffins along the
halls and stairs, with marble red eyes and
white Cheshire smiles and
i cried, when mama said boy you come right over here and
give Miss Peggy a nice big juicy kiss and a fat hug
i finally screamed out loud and said mama i am scared of
those big black cats in Miss Peggy's house and
that Miss Peggy's has a black mustache around her mouth
i could not walk through Miss Peggy's house no more.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
I am a pirate
pacing a quarterdeck
before a battle.
I am Adam
beneath the apple tree
waiting to bite
into the New Order.
I am a hopeful heretic
praying for immolation
but unable
to strike a match.
I am a corpse
writing a will
in blood and *****
I am a soldier
watching a friend
erupt in a fog
of pink viscera.
I am a madman
twitching on a couch,
forgotten in a corner
of a windowless chamber.
I am a hero
slaying griffins,
destroying dragons,
ravishing maidens
as my rightful reward.
I am a lover
to whom ladies
open their thighs
and abandon
their honor,
willingly.
I am a tone deaf poet
singing a defeated song.
I am the amateur torturer
carefully sharpening
his instruments,
but then unable to find
meaningful work.
I am a ****** priest
hearing my own
confession
and finding it
absurdly tedious.
I am all of these
impossible people.
Who are you?
- mce
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
Griffins are red,
Ravens are blue,
Your heart is the snitch,
I chase on a broom.
As time goes on,
I'll remind you well,
I love you. Always,
The unbreakable spell.
Love always
-Erin
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
For once, my soul is silent.
Absent of the familiar griffins & phoenixes that ravage & terrorize
my painted mind...
For once, my soul is silent.
Drinking in the muted opinions
of this colorless world
& allowing its comfortable tides
to turn me a dull grey.
The blue skies
that once lined my lungs
have now faded,
Replaced by spray-painted nimbus.
The 4 suns orbiting my Cordibus
have betrayed their axes.
Now dragged down
by the weight of the very air
that once danced in my being,
Sinking to the singing earth
that will one day
shield my burning bones,
I await my birth into a new existence.
For once, my soul is silent.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
I tread on faith
and face my maker,unmasked and ruthless
with the sad hat of the mad hatter on
Where is my little apple?
I did not ask to grapple
with griffins and Sphinxes
to win eternal wisdom
I am the poor wretched hag
hard to grasp or fathom
from the nearby village
who had but a slice of bread to devour
Where is my apple?
Somewhere in the depth of a valley
or at the heart of a volcano?
Are my broken wings supposed
to cease fire or fly higher than the sun?
Give me my apple, pampered idol!
And go boast of your majesty.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
I am lost in a world where griffins fly and the faries flutter through the trees,
I am lost in a world where mermaids inhabit the lake,
where dragons are curled around mountains and magic is complete real
I am lost in a world where I am free, a prince/ss that does not need saving because I have saved myself
I am lost in my own mind,
so please, do not disturb
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
Scorching bullets
Pass us by
Like dancing faeries
Around our heads
You covered yourself
Like a bullet proof vest
Dragon's breath is unleashed
Are we living among the dead?
Or dead
Among the living?
Where wolves, griffins, and lions
Retreat!
But never surrender
Bullets fly
They want us
Dead
Or maybe
Alive
Who knows?
Nothing
Can **** us
At all
The enemy
Will die
Of certain heart attacks
Shot
With AK bullets
God's will
So is seared
We can
Do it all
And rise above
Our fears
Deep within
This blood
Coursing thru our veins
Lies the Hunter
Among the hunted
Those within
This grove
Are seeking
Bullets
To overload
Among the safety
We run, we hide, we search
So that those of us here
Will rise
And never die
Please cover
Yourself
Like a Bulletproof Vest!
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
I am a pirate
pacing a quarterdeck
before a battle.
I am Adam
beneath the apple tree
waiting to bite
into the New Order.
I am a hopeful heretic
praying for immolation
but unable
to strike a match.
I am a corpse
writing a will
in blood and *****
I am a soldier
watching a friend
erupt in a fog
of pink viscera.
I am a madman
twitching on a couch,
forgotten in a corner
of a windowless chamber.
I am a hero
slaying griffins,
destroying dragons,
ravishing maidens
as my rightful reward.
I am a lover
to whom ladies
open their thighs
and abandon
their honor,
willingly.
I am a tone deaf poet
singing a defeated song.
I am the amateur torturer
carefully sharpening
his instruments,
but then unable to find
meaningful work.
I am a ****** priest
hearing my own
confession
and finding it
absurdly tedious.
I am all of these
impossible people.
Who are you?
- mce
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
Follow me far, far away, in search
Of a mystic wonderland sublime,
We'll find the map of ancient design,
Lost through the ages of our time;
The map is used in the spirit world,
By goblins, elves, gnomes and fairies too,
With a dozen fantastic places,
Where human beings haven't a clue;
Grinning griffins, cantering centaurs,
Laughing leprechauns, dancing dragons,
Hippogriffs, unicorns, imps and all,
We'll find them in the magic gardens;
Does this dauntless dimension exist?
It sometimes appears in our dreams,
We have to translate the secret signs,
And follow the shining silvered streams.
Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 8:54 AM UTC
It was Black Dog Night at the station,
With a Black Dog caught in my hair,
There were too many owls, there were shrieks and howls
There was too much intolerance there.
There were tales floating out and forgotten,
There were stories that claimed to be hype
There were nightmare things with handfuls of rings
There were things too awful to type.
There were nasties a-float in the darkness,
There were Gorgons, that looked for a fight,
There were these and more, and Griffins of yore
That gave any sentence respite.
In the dark, I could hear the farmer scream
He’d just cut the throat of his wife,
But the low of the cattle had masked her death rattle
And the slash-slash-slash of his knife.
There were monsters that sat on my keyboard,
They were growling, and screamed ‘Let me in!’
But I pushed them away, and I cried ‘Not today,’
They were creeping right under my skin.
Then a voice echoed up from the valley
Where the darkest of dreams lay at rest,
‘You may type in the grail at the end of my tale
If you’re sure that Milady is dressed.’
The night came and flew in the window,
To block all the plots I had kept,
It’s the Black Dog way, no story today
For the rest of the night, barely slept.
It was Black Dog Night at the station
With the rails outside rusted through,
But the Ghost Train came in the mist and the rain
With a story, at last, that was true!
David Lewis Paget
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Candlepins are only disguised pills
the fall, counted.
One by one, swallow. Repeat. Swallow.
Swallow.
Because spitters are quitters, right?
Spit.
It’s only good after cinnamon griffins scale your throat -
comfort in knowing it’s over.
Spit.
If it’s bitter, spit.
If it’s bitter you're too late.
You should have warned me -
the walls did.
They breathe with me,
twisting
patterned.
Because words are only patterns right?
Subtract an “s” from a “t” - keep the “o”
(only for yourself)
Draw up “weak” to steal a “k”
Steal permission.
Breathe with the walls.
Spit.
Chew, choke, spit.
Choke on the numbers.
Steal.
Emptiness, breathe.
Bitter, breathe.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
He used to run with scissors
Now he creeps with a sharpie pen
To keep canaries in suspense.
And that beats a coal mine.
Cause up close…. It’s almost personal.
He can almost feel it
Twitching
in his enigma -
Like a holy ghost
Trying to kick.
And
nobody knows
The deal with
the shoebox
Full of sharpies
And all those
black canaries
Not to mention
Duct tape.
He keeps his griffins on a leash
And he can’t seem to sleep at night.
And He can’t even tell
if it hurts…
But he loves the way
That it's so easy to fake it.
And how anything
is possible
if everything
burns.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Pleasant is the day even when the land is coated in mist.
Mother wind howls such breeze to the father sea,
calling for its daughters to retreat.
The voyagers' flags of lions gold and burgundy griffins
flies at the celestial. Heavy rows of ships now
move against the currents, off to venture a place
we don't know.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
griffins are beautiful
griffins feathers glistening in the early sun
griffins eyes sparkling like a moonless night
griffins beak as sharp as a sword
griffins talons as sharp as its beak
widespread wings covering the sky
trying to survive in the harsh environment.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC