The Dragon Became a Modern Poetaster
Volume One
The Dragon Has a Thousand Agate Eyes
Author's Note:
I have been writing poetry since I was the tiniest spitfire. The first word I ever fell in love with was 'ominous.' I used it whenever I could. Is there a more beautiful word? I would doodle dragons and write poems on every scrap of paper. I'd write them on the backs of my hands in pen. I'd write them in the middle of the night when everyone else slept and sleep refused to visit me. Poetry became my way of expressing the inexpressible and I have many poems - thousands. I have decide it is high time I share. If one of my poems touches one heart, if one of my poems inspires one person, if one of my poems makes someone feel less alone, then all those hours toiled have been hours well spent.
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Table of Contents:
Welcome
Human Paradigm
What We Seek
There is no convenience to patience
The Art of Pretty Lies
I don't abate
Keys Lock and Unlock
A dying tree owes me
I am the hatred undeserved
Never did a Siren Save
The Saltmarsh
No-One Is Ever Home
Verdigris Philosophies
Soft Soles
Crimes of Foolish Lands
Forgiveness is a notion without a proper definition
The Wheel Keeps Turning
The Reaver
Tomorrow
Castoffs
Retaliation Grows Slow
Green and White Confetti
Dear, are you sad?
Our Maiden
The Thirst of the Night
The Earthy Alchemist
Lord of Entropy
Absurd Deceptions, Readily Believed
Buttered White Bread
Changing Perception
Who's There?
I'm Trying
Blue and Green Goodbye
Golden Graces
The Third Tree and the sword forged to guard thee
The Next Generation Shall Starve
A Roundabout Way
The MAZE
Welcome Creation Once More
Her Son, a king
My War
Pay
Universal Wonder
The First Power
Opening the door to Mid-ground
Nonsensical
Metamorphosis
Walls of a House
The otherside of me
Playing the Rabbit
BINABASA MO ANG
The Dragon Became a Modern Poetaster
PoetryPoetry is a dance of words, a guise of flesh, and a reprise of thought. The myths of old are forgotten on modern tongues. Such adventurous spirits seek new vessels - fresh words to don and call their own. We shall write them home, you and I. Let the...
