Slaying the Dragon (13)

Slaying the Dragon

1

How sad to see a dragon

In the forest purple-green

Abandoned by its parents

Due to hunters on the scene

Does it not deserve a ballad

To mark this very sad event

Now their deadly ammunition

Has presumably been spent?

Chorus

Some people say the dragon

Is a desperately violent beast

Just because it owns the forest

Where it likes to roam in peace

In the shade that is provided

By the many splendid trees

Far from the concrete cities

And a pocketful of keys

2

Just because we own the cities

That the dragons fear the most

Must we vandalise the forests

Like we burn a round of toast

In the wilderness provided

At the very dawn of time

A gift to every species

Of life that is sublime

Chorus

Some people say the dragon

Is a desperately violent beast

Just because it owns the forest

Where it likes to roam in peace

In the shade that is provided

By the many splendid trees

Far from the concrete cities

And a pocketful of keys

3

I felt sorry for the dragon

That had lost its parents now

No doubt to please some hunters

Keen to shoot something somehow

Well they killed two lovely dragons

A cruel act to make them proud

At their prowess as hunters

In the forests of the world

Chorus

Some people say the dragon

Is a desperately violent beast

Just because it owns the forest

Where it likes to roam in peace

In the shade that is provided

By the many splendid trees

Far from the concrete cities

And a pocketful of keys

The End

© Frankie Spiritu

The Forests and the Dragons of Vietnam (12)

The Forests and the Dragons of Vietnam

Such wickedness to create

Poisons designed to devastate

The forests and the dragons of Vietnam

It’s too painful still to speak about napalm

And the children barbecued by Uncle Sam

Since their forests were depleted in a war against their land

The dragons have been dying I’ve been led to understand

Thanks to Agent Orange, such a gentle sounding name

For the deadliest of poisons to be used in a war game

The children that survived could not help but feel despair

Just to see how God’s creation was now dying everywhere

How on earth could Agent Orange strip a virgin forest bare?

And destroy so many dragons and the babies in their care?

Such wickedness to create

Poisons designed to devastate

The forests and the dragons of Vietnam

It’s too painful still to speak about napalm

And the children barbecued by Uncle Sam

I am sick of Agent Orange and the thinking behind this

To pour out such deadly poison on the people like a mist

In the knowledge that their poison would kill off everything

Which in turn suggests this nation has the devil as its king?

Without peace and understanding, it’s too easy to create

The most hateful kind of weapons that are used to devastate

The forests of creation and the villages in their midst

It’s a deadly game for sure

When the West conducts a war

It’s preoccupied with its latest list

Of places to visit in a bombing blitz

Such wickedness to create

Poisons designed to devastate

The forests and the dragons of Vietnam

It’s too painful still to speak about napalm

And the children barbecued by Uncle Sam

The End

© K.F. Geach

Time Out with Emily Bronte (11)

Time Out with Emily Bronte

1

Miss Emily Bronte, I’m delighted that you could come

With time travel not easy and too adventurous for some

And so naturally I’m pleased that you should journey to me

Through a gap in the armour of time that’s impossible to see

So what shall we do? I have asked you this question before

Which means you must know love-making is what I adore

Shopping won’t work since you can’t take anything back

Unless I attempt to seduce you with say a Big Mac

Chorus

Life can be a challenge no matter what age we are in

Since the fairy godmother became exceedingly thin

However when Emily Bronte is there to be held

I am delighted to be in such a beautiful world

2

Miss Emily Bronte, I don’t mean to rush you my friend

But life here is short and will eventually come to an end

We must really consider how to make good use of our time

Since only a fool would discard the best years of their prime

Well there is always love-making to do that is blue like the sea

And according to theory is much healthier than watching TV

Of course I am guessing you know just how tedious this is

When in fact you may know absolutely nothing about this

Chorus

Life can be a challenge no matter what age we are in

Since the fairy godmother became exceedingly thin

However when Emily Bronte is there to be held

I am delighted to be in such a beautiful world

3

Miss Emily Bronte, I have some concerns about life

With greed and corruption becoming increasingly rife

Yet health care is good for those with insurance to pay

Or who live in a land where health care is still free today

Naturally I’m a product of this most unbelievable age

Where liberalism alone is allowed to perform on stage

No doubt you will find this philosophy somewhat obtuse

Which leads us back to the bedroom with no time to lose

Chorus

Life can be a challenge no matter what age we are in

Since the fairy godmother became exceedingly thin

However when Emily Bronte is there to be held

I am delighted to be in such a beautiful world

   

The End

© K.F. Geach

Rendezvous with Emily Bronte (10)

Rendezvous with Emily Bronte 

1

Miss Emily Bronte time travel first brought you to me

Before you were famous but after I knew you would be

With the benefit of history preparing me for this surprise

Compromising time’s right to provide the key to Paradise

While love-making for us was naturally our preoccupation

Some distance away from the capital of my home nation

That eventually I abandoned once Thatcher had started

To ruin all the things I most loved before she departed

Chorus

For once in my life I was where I had longed to be

Breathing the same rarefied air as Miss Emily Bronte

With her eyes echoing the renaissance of the spring sky

As the snow on the mountains departs now summer is nigh

2

Logic was absent rejected by us out of hand

For delaying our journey through an idyllic land

With rainbows aplenty and forests a haven of life

Without competition to generate mischief and strife

The harvest was ready yet winter a long voyage away

Removed from the fall that precipitated worldly decay

Delivered at last from the storm that fosters true fear

When it demands that beauty and youth disappear 

Chorus

For once in my life I was where I had longed to be

Breathing the same rarefied air as Miss Emily Bronte

With her eyes echoing the renaissance of the spring sky

As the snow on the mountains departs now summer is nigh

3

We met many times with no reason to rush our affair

With amazing beauty not to mention incredibly rare

Yet in defiance of logic she opened a page on me

Seeing a diamond where glass must actually be

Wishful thinking yet I would not argue with this

Now in this new land I had Emily Bronte to kiss

With stockings fantastic sewn from satin by hand

And culture exquisite unlike ours shallow and bland

Chorus

For once in my life I was where I had longed to be

Breathing the same rarefied air as Miss Emily Bronte

With her eyes echoing the renaissance of the spring sky

As the snow on the mountains departs now summer is nigh

The End

© K.F. Geach

The Day of the Dragon (9)

The Day of the Dragon

1

Everytime I see a dragon

I just don’t know what to do

As this beast is much too scary

For some sanctuary or local zoo

And although some folk pursue them

With weapons designed for war

I would prefer to be a hippie

Than a redneck carnivore

Chorus

A dragon is more deadly

Than any maniac or infidel

On the day that you meet one

Drop everything and run like hell

Never try to fight a dragon

For they have a fiery tongue

And should one ever catch you

They will cremate you just for fun

2

When I bump into a dragon

Then I run or else play dead

On the basis it will ignore me

For some other fool instead

I’m adverse to hero worship

That was common in the past

When medals were important

And death came to many fast

Chorus

A dragon is more deadly

Than any maniac or infidel

On the day that you meet one

Drop everything and run like hell

Never try to fight a dragon

For they have a fiery tongue

And should one ever catch you

They will cremate you just for fun

3

I have had enough of dragons

Hiding deep amongst the trees

In the age of breeding monsters

There are none as bad as these

With their wings simply amazing

As they travel through the skies

And I run like crazy to escape

Or else I hide beneath my cape

So not to be crushed like a grape

Or else become the meat found in pies

Chorus

A dragon is more deadly

Than any maniac or infidel

On the day that you meet one

Drop everything and run like hell

Never try to fight a dragon

For they have a fiery tongue

And should one ever catch you

They will cremate you just for fun

Some people say I’m lazy

Not to mention a little crazy

Especially one particular lady

That I daren’t mention by name

But when you see a dragon in action

They are certainly not an abstraction

With enough napalm to set in flames

Any villages opposed to their games

Not to mention the keeper of sheep

And young children fearful to sleep

Or their mother preparing to weep

For the grain the dragon will reap

As a result of its territorial claims

The fruits as per usual of might

With a dragon a challenge to fight

Unless you have destiny on your side

And you can’t find a good place to hide

And you are a much braver man than me

That finds it impossible to let this monster be

Good luck

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Society of Tattoos (8)

The Society of Tattoos

1

Would you like to know a secret?

On the surface it’s good news

I have found a special lady

If you discount her tattoos

They really do annoy me

They are ugly and obtuse

And look similar to branding

On some horse you fear to lose

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

2

At night I dream of Rene

She’s the lady I most like

Ignoring how her partner

Died riding his motorbike

It was a Harley Davidson

Big and gutsy so they say

To be ridden by true heroes

With their tattoos on display

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

3

Her tattoos speak of graffiti

From her body to her neck

Betraying lost innocence

Minus the usual cheque

To pay the tattoo artist

Or the lady on her back

Lamenting virtue wasted

Going down the wrong track

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

4

Rene is quite beautiful

If the tattoos you ignore

Beneath which lies the lady

That I can’t help but adore

But she is already taken

I am guessing he’s a bore

Although I do not know him

He’s a stranger on the shore

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

5

Rene is a lovely lady

That might consider me

Save for the happy harvest

Weighing down this wannabe

When apples turn to cider

After rotting in a vat

How little folk remember

Of the person who made that

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

Epilogue

This only leaves me with more songs to write

In the shadow of the long approaching night

After which the white horse from the plains

Will judge me by what’s left of my remains

Beyond this, well we can only guess

Of the kind of life we will then possess

Hopefully there will be a seat for kissing

And romancing with the lady I am missing

The End

© K.F. Geach