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Dragon's ๐ lived In time gone by,
In the open Under the sky.
They neither Harmed or Drew a fiery breath
Unless in fear Of sudden death.
They flew in Un-polluted air
On-high-above The forests green
hey drank in waters Azure blue
And bathed under Fountains where mermaids Had been.
They were a quiet Peaceful breed
Until at risk By men of greed
Who didn't care To live side by side
With other creatures,
Who began to hide.
Their kind was killed By knife and spear
Which led the Dragon To live in fear,
Of man and some of The human race.
They still made friends With the, innocent youth
Who seemed to have- Better grasp of the truth!
Maybe someday thought, we'll Live as one
When man Remember when life begun.
We used to visit man for bread, Now we're only in stories
In real life,we're dead!
a tear
frozen in time.
all sorrow leaves
fall leaving a imprint
in our minds
A footprint that says;
โI was hereโ
which may appear
to rot
But will never be forgot
The horse was replaced
By the motor-car
A giant heap of scrap
Though,don't tell the horse that or
He might give you a slap.
There's nothing worse,
Than a horse
In a huff
That's a little-
Long in the 'hoof'
He's liable to
Lose his grip
And knock you
In the tooth.
Never tell a pony
He's smaller than a horse
Or he'll get
An inferiority
And may throw you
In the gorse.
I once met a stallion
He stood there-
Somewhat proud,
He said "neigh me lad,
Don't be quite so loud"
You know,I ain't so deaf man
I cannot hear your voice
Though,I didn't choose to listen
If I had the choice.
I've had it with the horses
I've had it with the bizarre
I'm tired of talking to animals
I think I prefer the car!
'Life is so precious
The frost cracks under my feet
Spring is on its way'.
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Whilst walking in the countryside,
In quiet solitude,
I consider the feet,that once
tramped upon these leaf-strewn
Woodland pathways.
The trees stand tall, stately,
Like proud guards,
Guarding the comings and goings
Of all who pass through this place.
Their shadows forming,under the canopy
Of leaves,branches and ivy,
a luminous hue,of green
Casting a light,upon the woodland floor.
The solace,
In a place like this,
With only my thoughts
To stifle the quietude,
Reminds me of my place,
That I'm not the only one
Whom depends upon
Nature,and must-
obey its call.
Despite the lonely sounds
Of the woodland inhabitants,
Quietly,obliviously, carrying on with their
Tasks, paying little attention
to one like me.
Save the occasional bird-
Perching on a nearby branch
to make certain,
I'm on-my-way, that it's safe
To continue collecting food
For her young.
I take comfort in knowing,
Just like that bird ๐ฆ,
We really are not so different,
I mean, we all want to survive,
And maybe,even thrive.
โAdam Hughes~
'Robin feeds its young
Blackbird on the picket fence
Pigeon overhead'
Humpback whales
Journeying far,to give birth
To their young.
Orca whales (really a kind of dolphin)
Playing catch,with a fish.
Happily following their natural
Impulses and need for community.
Communion is a natural need,
Joining with other's,
Cetaceans are no different.
Sonar,man's attempt to replicate
nature,Leads to man's
Damaging the natural flow.
When whales are beached,and those
dolphins playing
End up choking in man's
Rubbish,dumped into the oceans
One has to ask oneself the question;
'when one enters another's home,
One must act as a guest,then might
In time,through mutual respect and
Understanding, become friends.
The children played
By the garden shed
By the garden shed
There was a stream
They spied a little
Fairy man
Whom beckoned
them into his dream.
He took them down
a leafy - lane,
then along a wooded-
bank
toward a fire burning bright
In the middle
Why; what a sight -
A garland made out of
Daisy chains ๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ
More little people
Standing there,
Dancing to a folky tune
In the shadows of the moon
Without a worry or a care..
The children sought
to touch the tree
That was to them -
a mystery.
The little man
Who was standing by
Said; "that creature is my
Fire-fly,
He lights-up this
Wood at night ๐
You should see it,
What a sight!"
The children stood
and watched in awe
as the firefly took flight
It smiled at them
Then with its tail
turned-on all the lights.
(Dear reader,these were the days of old
There weren't electric lights,
Only these mighty fireflies
Sadly,now a rare sight)
The children saw
'twas getting late
they asked if they could go,
The little man said;
"Sure you can,
Let's get you off to bed-
But feel free to come again
You'll find us in your dreams,
Where you'll end up
No one knows
Nothing is as it seems!"
The mole
Never looks back,
What with having
Poor sight and limited brain
And all ..
It keeps ploughing - on
Using its nature given tools
Searching for food
And digging up people's lawns
Although in darkness,
For most of the time
It eventually breaks through
To the daylight.
The trees gossip In the evening breeze
Whilst deer graze under The forest pine.
A fox stands stationary upon a hill
Ears pricked up Sniffing the air of dusk.
A weasel quickly takes a slurp Of the cold refreshing spring
As a wood pigeon Fans its tail feathers
Trying to whoo its prospective Mate.
A owl hoots, t'wit t'woo preparing to hunt.
They haunted Me,
those false teeth,
Grandma left in a
sideboard drawer.
They continued
chattering dreadfully,
Just as grandma did before.
Before, that was;
She lost those teeth
That once were kept
In a little glass jar.
"It's not what you look like"
Granny said;
Though,I couldn't help thinking,
it was so bizarre.
I really believed,they'd come alive
And bite my little neck
Though I never found
a mark I often had to check.
Eventually, (as I've already said)
I found them in the sideboard drawer
It was as if they still had that power
Like I'd seen them once before.
But I needn't have feared.
Grandma was dead
Imagine her at heavens gate,
With no teeth in her head.
She'll do no more talking
Though I'm not upset I mean,
I'm sure Saint Paul
Will give her a new set.
Sam was a snail,a very old and incredibly slow...snail.
He lived at the bottom of a wonderfully green garden.
Sam was an extremely lucky snail. He carried his home on his
back
though it wasn't the most hardy of shells,and he'd more than
probably die if it got stepped on.
Despite this, he was extremely philosophical.
"Though it's quite a heavy load to carry," Sam said,
"One actually gets quite used to it,"
Sam would slither up the garden,towards the vegetable
patch,contemplating and meditating upon life's big
questions;
"One wonders how those big people manage to get those leaves
so big?" He'd ask himself questions to that affect.
Sam was never in a rush,to do anything. He liked to; "chill
out," ponder,and climb up a wall,to see life from a
different angle and perspective. Some could say, Sam was a
procrastinator.
Along the way, up the garden path,Sam would meet,Willie the
worm. Willie would laugh at Sam,who always spoke about such
high brow things. Whilst Willie, liked to just imagine all
kinds of stories. Since Willie was blind,( he had very
little need for sight,what with him spending the majority of
his time underground,in the dark.)
One day, Willie could sense Sam the philosophers
vibrations,upon the ground, Sam had just been to the
vegetable patch,and was now slowly slithering his way back
towards the dark crack in the garden wall.
Willie, popped out of a hole in the ground. Sam could see
that Willie wasn't quite himself. Sam, asked Willie in a
concerned tone;
"Whatever is the matter?" Willie replied;
"I'm just so sad,that I'm unable to have sight. I imagine so
many wonderful things, come up with such delightful
adventure stories,yet I'm unable to actually see the things
I imagine"
Sam the snail, pondered upon this statement a little
while,whilst munching on a dandelion leaf. He then started
to divulge some of his pearls of wisdom to Willie.
"You, My wormy friend are in one of the best positions one
can be in, in this life"
He then paused; ate a little more of the leaf,then
continued:
"You say You live in darkness, I say, that's a matter of
opinion. What is darkness,without light? It's alone. One, is
dependant on the other. Furthermore; If, (He paused)
everyone were the same,this would limit ones experiences.
Willie,was listening with eagerness.
"You My dear fellow, have the ability to use your
imagination,and exercise those muscles. A small brain You
might have,but in that simplicity comes a great deal of
beauty and wisdom." He continued;
"the trouble today,is that people know too much,and have
lost their simplicity and this results in sloppy thinking.
You must first learn to appreciate what skills You do
have,then use those abilities to help others. You've
forgotten to appreciate the gifts you already have,and have
become envious of others' talents. We each have our own
unique gifts, and modes of expression,We must embrace these
things,and grow" (into yummy,juicy lettuce leaves)
Willie listened attentively,then replied with enthusiasm;
"I never thought of it that way, maybe I do need to accept
My genius and stop focusing on what I don't have. The
problem is, I always worry about getting eaten by some
bird,whilst out on a wiggle. This too concerns Me"
"That's Your problem", replied Sam. You spend so much time
worrying,You don't enjoy the present, and You act more
confident than You really are."
At that very moment, Sam the philosopher, got eaten by a
bird. Which is I suppose the act of giving.
And that My friends, is the true story, of Sam the Snail,
or: Sam the philosopher.I I dictate this story, (since I
can't write) in the hope,something meaningful may be gleaned
from the story of My friend the philosopher.
And that He may be remembered,as one whose a giver.
As for Me, I'm busy these days telling My tales to the local
garden newspaper. I've become a writer. And a happy one at
that. I'm happy being in the dark, I mean; it's a peaceful
place to think. Yours, Kindest regards, Willie the Worm.
Timok the Eskimo
Hunted a bear
Collected their furs
In order to wear.
He hunted with arrow
He hunted with spear
His hunting was renowned
For filling the animals with fear.
Timok the Eskimo
Tired of 'the kill'
Was in need
Of a brand new thrill.
Timok the Eskimo
Sat under a log
Seeking a friend
He noticed a dog.
The dog said to Timok;
'how do You do!'
To which Timok replied;
'I'm fine,and You?'
Timok the Eskimo
Face full of care,
Saw that the dog
Was no longer there!
Timok the Eskimo,
Started to cry
I have none in the world
Only my arrows and I.
But during Timok's
Sadness,despair,
He felt a paw upon his shoulder
It was,a bear!
"Please don't worry,
My little boy, friend -
I am a bear -
Upon whom,You can depend."
Timok looked up
Looked into his eyes
Was a kind face
'twas a surprise.
The bear gave Timok
A mighty big squeeze
Timok felt so at ease
"Bears are good
At comforting the sad
We're not as scary
Neither are We bad"
Timok felt happy
To have a new friend,
He hoped this friendship
Would never end.
Timok found out
We're all really the same
Some look different
Others have an unusual name.
Some skin is white,
Some skin is dark
Some have fur
Others have bark
Timok the Eskimo
Smiled with pride
To have someone different
Right by his side.
Oh Flower
How sublime thy scent!
None but nature at its finest hours
Could thy beauty invent.
If thou could embrace mine senses
With thy tones and notes,
So that a symphony might enfold -
Us both in a trance, of pure delight
I should reach nirvana.
Thy life span,so short
Yet,so sweet.
As thy petals get tickled
By a bumble - bee.
As thou, does a subtle dance
In the gentle summer breeze,
I cannot help but shed a tear.
For thou, so majestic, yet I know;
Like us all: thou must soon go.
Oh divine flower,
I wish I could lie in a bed of flowers
Wearing a garland of thy sweetest scents,
I think somehow,
I shall one-day get my wish;
Life has a beginning, and likewise an end.
What was once alive, becomes...
Food for the worms.
Written by, Adam Hughes 2013 ๐
Picking up a book of verse,
As if my life could be much worse?
I read the lines,in black and white,
Of a fair maiden and her knight.
A spider crawls along the spine
Across the page to second line,
It almost resembles a full stop
When it stands still -
And doesn't flop.
I don't know if the spider can stand;
I pick it up gently with my hand,
Escaping by a silver thread -
It does a lovely pirouette.
Until it reached my parquet floor,
And quietly crept under the door.
My life is like a disco-ball going round and round so much noise in my head no peace can ever be found
Everything is in duplicate two rivers and two streams one good the other bad past sins haunting my dreams
I step into the water yet in my fears I drown ever deeper and deeper no saviour to-be found
โHear me oh-lord I am calling you Iโm falling on My Swordโ
Then I hear a voice cry โItโs up to You not I-
You can move mountains make it jump into the sea but I canโt help you unless you see
Itโs up to you not meโ
I felt myself fall upon the cold hard floor so many visions came to me from decades before
And I could see the brightest white light in the darkest night
and there I was prostrate full of tears for all my self-hate
โUnless you can heal yourself (the voice said) thereโs no point in calling to me I am within you, canโt you see ?
If you donโt; โLive as the free- You will always in bondage beโ
And so I stepped out of my dreams to a forest where were rippling streams
I looked upon the water clear And found I was special alive and really here
I say this to all on earth Love yourself
You are a long time in muddy earth
If I could travel through time and space Iโd get the hell out of this place
Slowly she slid into the clear flowing water running her fingers through her long blonde hair eyes closed as she reaches for the conditioner as the water slowly runs down her natural lines soap suds kiss her tenderly
She dries herself with a soft white towel then carefully slips on her stockings
shower
The water slid down her soft soaking wet breasts as She rubbed the raspberry scented soap slowly all over her tingling body.
The colour of your silky skin reflecting the shadows of the sun as your naked body brushes against the sandy shore. kneeling the tide gently caresses your curves Your eyes green like a cats eye gleaming as you lick your lips in anticipation of what is yet to come.
At first she opened up to me begged me to enter into her secret place. she said only I possessed the key. Then she changed like a Venus fly-trap she took a bite.
She looked at me with fangs so sharp hair the bloodiest red. Lips moist sniffing the air as I knowing my need for escape yet wanting to stay to feel her body against mine. Thereโs something exciting about danger I think as She looks at me eyes turning blood shot wrinkles appearing in her face ugh sheโs now so ugly I freeze as she comes toward me to devour my flesh.
Her eyes looked at me as I edged for the door I knew she wouldnโt let me leave her nails scraping along her goose bumped arms. her lips pointed at a smirking angle. She definitely had intent in her poise. My heart beat rat-a-tat-tat I felt the warmth of her Lycra clad skin coming off her like micro-waves making my hair stand on end. Her eyes by this time were blood-shot as I watched her grab at a needle off the side-board and start to stick it into her arm. Was this the kind of psycho freak I wanted in my life She stopped as the blood gushed down her arm and looked straight at me โWhat are you looking atโ she snarled as her teeth sunk into my neck.
She came through my window this lady of the night wrapped in red satin her presence icy like frost Bite glowing in the crescent moon Her fangs dripping with red Juice she licked her lips at the taste of blood her nipples hardened as she swallowed the final drop The gleam of her black eyes sought mine
My Teddy Bear was not the normal attractive kind of bear most Children were given. No, mine was a scrawny,one eyed bear that had a eye-patch over one eye. I called him Terrence.
I used to take Terrence everywhere with me, he may not have been good-looking,but he was a very much loved bear.
As I started to grow-up, I no longer wished to be seen carrying this bear around with me. So I placed him on the window-sill facing the window,where he could get a view of the garden. Unfortunately, Iโm ashamed to admit; I forgot about Terrence- bear and he just sat facing the window covered in cobwebs.
After many months of sitting alone, Terrence started to tire of being lonely and longed to find some form of amusement. He would look out the window as people passing by would look at him through the window and laugh at him,saying things like;
โlook at that ugly bearโ ! This really upset Terrence.
He would sit there crying, most perplexed that no-one seemed to like him any-more.
One day, after looking out the window, watching the birds playing in the bird-bath and the kids in the park across the road, playing on the swings and sliding on the slide. He thought to himself;
โWhy donโt I slip down onto that chair under the window,walk across the room quietly and slip out the cat-flap. Nobody wants me here, perhaps I might find someone who wants to hug me and love me.โ
And so,this is exactly what Terrence bear did. He stepped down onto the chair, walked across the room towards the back door and pushed open the Cat-flap, and so it was that he for the first time, was outside in the fresh air. Oh how wonderful it was to be free at last ! no longer stuck staring out the window. He could actually hear the sound of birds,the sound of the gentle autumn breeze rustling the leaves on the trees and the sound of Children playing in the nearby park.
As Terrence slowly walked towards the sound of the Childrenโs voices,he spied a obstacle; right in front of the gate was a busy main road. Terrence would have to be very careful crossing this road,he wouldnโt want to get hurt by the noisy cars. And so he stood waiting for the road to get quiet,and yet it never really did.
Just as Terrence thought he was out of luck, a young girl came over to him, picked him up and gave him a big hug.
โOh,You are such a sweet little bear, she said Youโre not the most beautiful, but you are still be quite huggable.โ
She hugged Terrance so tight, he was one happy little bear. when,quite suddenly,the girls mother came over to the little girl and shouted;
โWhat do you think youโre doing,walking across that road,all by your-selfโ ?
โSorry Mummy,the little girl replied, look what Iโve found !โ
โWhere did you get that scruffy looking bear from ? the Mother asked; You donโt know where itโs been.โ
โI found him outside that gate Mummy,โ the girl replied.
โWell we had better return him, Iโm sure he will be missed.โ
To which the little girl cried and cried as the mother went through the gate carrying Terrence bear. She knocked on the door to which Mother appeared in the doorway and said;
โHallo, what can I do for you ?โ
โHi, I believe this bear is yours,I thought youโd miss himโ. the girls Mummy said.
โOh, Mother replied; Thanks.โ
After the Lady and her little Girl had gone, Mother picked up the little bear,all covered in cobwebs and looking slightly worse for wear. She thought to herself;
โThis tatty old bear is frightfully dirty, and Iโm sure my Son wouldnโt want him any-more.โ
And so, Mother threw Terrance Bear into the rubbish bin outside. Which was collected by the Refuse collection and taken off to be incinerated.
The End.
Once upon a time there were two plastic dolls,who were also lovers. Little Suzy simply loved to play with her dolls. One she called Alicia and the other Crystal.
Suzy would take them everywhere with her. She would change their clothes, put them on sun loungers in the garden to catch a tan and even take them for a swim in the sea.
One day,Little Suzy grew up and got married to a beautiful Woman called Annette. Needless to say, after finding a real, living doll. She no longer needed the two plastic ones.
So she put them into the fire,where they melted. Alas, Alicia and Crystal were no more !
Once upon a time,there was a boy who would not brush his teeth. So his mum went to the cupboard, got a pair of pliers and proceeded to pull out all of the boys teeth.
โThere; problem solvedโ His Mother said to the Boy.
Melt-down Micro story
Once upon a time there were two plastic dolls,who were also lovers. Little Suzy simply loved to play with her dolls. One she called Alicia and the other Crystal.
Suzy would take them everywhere with her. She would change their clothes, put them on sun loungers in the garden to catch a tan and even take them for a swim in the sea.
One day,Little Suzy grew up and got married to a beautiful Woman called Annette. Needless to say, after finding a real, living doll. She no longer needed the two plastic ones.
So she put them into the fire,where they melted. Alas, Alicia and Crystal were no more !
Walking down the road I slip on a banana skin. The Banana ainโt racist. After all, why should it be? As I fall onto my face I see a view of earth, Iโve never seen before. Admittedly itโs wet,and muddy. that could even be a Dog turd I see lying their motionless on the ground. But itโs nevertheless a new view. Amazing really, how slipping on that banana was probably the best thing thatโs happened to me all year.
~Adam Hughes
Once upon a time there were three Pears. One called Peter,one called Paul and the other petunia. They were arguing over who would be used in Mr pots and pans delicious,delectable dessert. Which he called; Al Poached pears.To be enjoyed by the local childrenโs home kids.
however,as I previously said;They simply would not stop arguing.
โI want to be the first to be poachedโ said petunia. โno I want to be poachedโ said peter. โI am going to be the first poached pairโ said bossy Paul.
โBut I want to see the look of delight,on the childrenโs faces as they taste of my Juicesโ. Said Petunia.
โYou know I taste by far,the bestโ replied peter.
โWell,letโs have a competition,whomever wins,will get poached first. Deal?โ
They each agreed.
โWhat we will do is this; we will each take a spoon,and take small pieces of one another,then whomever is left will be the one to be poached firstโ
โSounds like a planโ Petunia said,knowing that she would almost definitely win,Since she had the bigger appetite of the three.
So they each proceeded to stick their spoons into one anotherโs Juicy flesh,enjoying the sweet taste,ever so much.
After a few minutes,Petunia was standing on the kitchen counter all by herself. half of her fruity body was gone. Sitting their rather sadly,she thought to herself,
โitโs not all that fun,being all alone,my friends have gone!โ
Just at that moment,Mr pots and Pans came in to the Kitchen. โWhy I never,where have the other two pears gone?โ He stopped,considered,then thought; โoh well, no point in my wasting itโ He grabbed Petunia and put her in his mouth,in a mouthful,she was Gone.
And that was the last of the three pears.
~Adam Hughes
Leaves Dancing, as the faeries celebrate a new year.
Wands flashing all the colours of the rainbow.
animals, ancient and new- gather in the forest.
Death means nothing- to these sprite beings.
A feast of all the sweetest foods
Drinking the sweetest nectar out of acer leaves sown together.
The beautiful fairy queen, on her creeping ivy throne.
All the animals gathered around a multi coloured fire.
Waiting for the new moon.
For aeons, these faery folk have gathered.
Once a year, on new years day to cast all sorrows clean away.
So we might start a fresh new year in gladness, and full of cheer.
~Adam Hughes
A dog chasing a turnip down the road the sound of a pavement howling and a lamp-post crying.
A chap walking on his head a tree planted upside down.
walking up,the street then round the angle
I donโt see a saucepan but a Jam Jar stops. And offers me a drop
It starts then I get out crawl down the road singing tambourine man
~Adam Hughes
Walking on ripples eternity a dream never ends.
I do believe in fairies sprinkled fairy dust
talking trees, Wishing upon stars dreams that come true.
Souls living in a land where all can drink of the cup of peace.
Where unicorns come to drink alongside lions
Dragons fly high in the purple sky where houses look like pink candy-floss.
Trees like marsh mallows and rivers running with wine.
Where all walk naked hand in hand along the real golden Sand.
a sun that has a hat on and a moon that laughs at mums jokes
If you donโt know what Iโm talking about
Then youโre in good company. Coz neither do I
๐ธ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐'๐ค ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ช๐จ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐