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TO CHANGE THE WORLD

This essay was written in response to a challenge I put to my forum members about a black bear being assassinated because he wandered into the wrong neighbourhood. One of my members replied in a poem that inspired the following:

We as poets have a very eloquent and persuasive way with words, and we can change the world if only one moment at a time. We as poets, are the only ones I think who can. Let's think about it. They are the few. We are the many. We need to stand undivided by fear, race, language, religion and political beliefs. We need to stand for life. Walk the walk. Not just talk the talk. Some would be afraid to write as you do. Why? Because they might die trying....look at it this way, and I take this quote from Dave Matthews: "If your house is burning down, you close and cover your eyes and do nothing, afraid to move because you might die trying?"

Some do just that. "TO CHANGE THE WORLD, ALL IT TAKES IS ONE STEP." We need only start the ripple...and the wave it will become will turn the world into what it should be and must be in the end if we want our race, the HUMAN RACE, to survive....UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. One entity by all of our diversity. Even Christ taught unconditional love. Though few who call themselves Christians ever practice it.

Random acts of kindness, because nice matters. If we live the laws of abundancy, we will receive abundance. If we live the laws of scarcity, so 'shall it be what we receive'. If we live our lives by what we know to be right, we do so because it's the right thing to do, not because of retribution from some vengeful god of hell fire and brimstone. We do so because to do otherwise is wrong, and we all know this innately.

WE, THE PEOPLE OF THIS PLANET have the duty and obligation to put an end to the selfish, greedy killing of many that is currently happening all over the world. We have the obligation to heal the earth and its life force and many life species. We need to defend those who cannot defend themselves. We need to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.

As poets, we are the voice of history, the voice of the people, the consciousness of a planet. We are the Sacred Bards reincarnate to sway all peoples with our rhythm and rhyme. We are what can change the world.

All it takes is ONE STEP.

Respectfully and with love
from within the Light of Blue,
)O(
DragonBlue

Arrested For Feeding The Homeless?

As I was reading my email today from my Care2 account, I came across a site that just blew my mind. The headlines read;“Food NOT Bombs Volunteers Arrested For Feeding The Homeless.” As I read on I discovered that the local businesses and residents thought the homeless were an eye sore and needed to be removed from the premises. So then I discover that in cities all across America, it is illegal to feed the hungry in a public place. My first question was, where the hell else do you feed the homeless? They don’t have a home to feed them in. And if they’re such an eye sore and a nuisance, gee, why don’t business owners give them a job, paying those very same homeless enough in wages so that they can afford to live in a home and actually feed themselves? What a concept, huh? Why don’t they look at feeding them as a company, might be some good press you think? Would even provide them with a hefty tax write off!

Instead they choose to cause conflict, calling the police and eliciting the mayor’s signature to pass laws that make it illegal for these people to eat? Excuse me? Isn’t that just a little unconstitutional? What is this country coming to, when cities and states pass laws that make it illegal for volunteers to feed the homeless in public places? What about the homeless that get arrested for eating in public places? Where the hell are they supposed to eat? Up a fucking tree? It’s bad enough that they’re homeless, but to put them in jail for eating in public?

Why do we see so many without homes and in the streets, eating in public places? Because the country is so hell bent on war, jails and prison, it has not taken a look around at all the FAMILIES it made homeless in the corporate push to move our factories and manufacturing plants out of the country into child labor regions where 10 year olds work for 14 hours a day to make products Americans cannot afford to buy. All in the name of the ALMIGHTY DOLLAR! Had to increase that gross profit margin by 10% over the last five years, is what they said. Why? Can those who actually collect that money ever spend it all in the time they have to live on this earth? They could not spend it all if they lived 3 lives continuously. Do they really think they are going to take it with them?

“In a Universe of Justice the Eyes of Truth are ALWAYS WATCHING YOU”-Enigma. The day will come, and I don’t mean next millennia when these hungry people being arrested in the streets will be the very people that balk at seeing the hungry and homeless fed in the streets. Times are changing as they always do, and power is shifting as it always does, and then in defeat and stupefied they will wonder what the hell went wrong? Greed buys you nothing but cold, lonely death. You begin to LIVE when you begin to GIVE!

The Deep Fire - Caution: Graphically Erotic

© DragonBlue 02/04/2009

Floating like a cloud of silver blue
She smiles as she walks into the room

He gazes into her eyes as she approaches him
In a waft of softness and perfume whim

He sees the fire she keeps deep within
That she has chosen to give to him.

Kissing him full on the mouth as she drops her gown
She unbuttons his jeans and pulls him out, dropping down

Onto her knees, softly tickles his manhood to corporal attention
With her tongue like a butterfly landing in complete, abandon

He groans as she wraps her lips about him,
Gently suckling like a hungry babe at a tit

He grows inside her mouth as a hoist setting sail at full mast
She stops, she sucks, she sensuously slips her soft silken sex at last

Up and onto him, she engulfs him with heat
When he is buried to the hilt and ball deep

She shudders
And quivers

Like an arrow on the wind
Cumming all over him.

He carries her to the bed still inside her cave of honey
Looking deep into her eyes, he ravishes her psyche

Phallus slowly strokes her to lava heat
Slowly, all the way in hard and real deep

Picking up the pace, he feels her release again and again
Like waves at high tide of the ocean and full moon, contend

He tries to hold back but finds that the motion
And the explosion of desire is lost in emotion

Together as one.

With divine ecstasy

Release with intensity

Simultaneously

Combusting.

What a gift is she!

Of Angels and The Faery

© DragonBlue 1/22/2009


Angels sing and faery fly
Into the bright purple sky

Through the raindrops of pain
Through the atoms of refrain

Through the sounds of despair
Through the notes that are bare

Of the light and sparkle they possess
For none there will ever confess

To creating complete dissonance
Between harmony and decadence

Immortal and without the chain
Of the physical, material plane

Allowed to float and fly and glide
Catching currents of the inside

Of being forever sparkling and alive
As they climb and then dive

Into the existence of ethereal
Casting betwixt and between a spell

Of nurturance and community
carrying on with work of eternity.

The angels and the faery fly

And sing…
And dance…
And live…

Forever…

A Warrior's Inspiration

Inspiration these days is hard to come by ...
Wonder do I, if the well has run dry?

Though in the mundane
Growth is in abundance

Spiritually I feel as if I stagnate.

Poetic, charming words of faery
Seen between lines of life I carry.

My Gaea Dragon glows bright blue,
My totem Grizzly growls at new

Souls I long to call my friends,
Loving free with my heart again.

As with my inner voice
His growl leaves me no choice,

But guard myself and be wise,
Testing all the truth in lies.

The sleeping Turtle awakes
Opening the cold, iron gate

That is wrapped about my soul ...
Aye ~ should mine own heart not know?

How to love and give
Feel joy as it lives,

Joined with others to celebrate.
The power warm that emanates

From deep within ~ without contingent,

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To receipt of the same
Sparring for my name.

The divine Goddess given right
To walk and live in love and light.

It wears down my plated armor of silver
as the spring run off rushes through rivers.

So do my own lonely tears
Remaining closed with my fears.

Picking the lock of my chains
Running through pouring rains ...

These thoughts do tempt me so
As I seek to yet follow,

Another’s path but--

NO!
This time, I wield
The Sword as Warrior!

Shall we Dance

Excalibur?

Dance We Shall!

12 Days of Yule - A Pagan Holiday - Part II

The Faeries moved closer to the three Ladies seated on the altar stone. The Mother held a bundle close in Her arms, smiling down at it. The Maiden reached down and took the Faeries gently in her Hands. She held them close to the Mother so they could see what She held.

"A Baby!" the Faeries cried. " A new little Baby! Look how he glows!"

"He is the newborn Sun King," said the Maiden smiling.

"But Brown Knobby and the old oak tree said the Sun King was dead," the Faeries answered her. "How can this little baby be the Sun King?"

"That is the secret of the Winter Solstice." The Old Wise One touched the baby's cheek with her wrinkled hand. "Every year the Sun King must come to the sacred grove during the darkest days of winter where he dies. I take his spirit to the Mother who gives him new life again. This is the way for all creatures, not just the Sun King."

"You mean everything lives and dies and lives again? the Faeries looked down in wonder at the baby Sun King, nestled in the arms of the Mother.

"Yes Little Ones," answered the Old Wise One. "There is never an end to life. This is the great mystical secret of the Winter Solstice." The Faeries laughed because they were so happy. "I think the little Sun King should have gifts," said Rose. "I will show him where the wild roses bloom in the early summer."
"And, I will teach him to call the birds and listen to the songs of the wind," exclaimed Dandelion.

"When he is older and stronger, " said the Mother, "then the flowers will bloom at his touch, the birds will return to sing their songs, and the air will be warm from his breath, and winter will be gone for a time. Then the Sun King will run and play with you in the forest."

The little Faeries sang to the Baby Sun King, songs of the coming spring, the sweet smelling flowers, the bumbling bees, and all the secrets of the forest. And all the creatures within the sacred grove sang with them. Then the fox took them back to their snug home under the roots of the giant oak tree where they dreamed wonderful dreams, waiting for the warmth of spring and the fun they would have with the little Sun King.

12 Days of Yule - A Pagan Holiday - Part I

The Yule Faeries - A Winter Solstice Story

A group of little Faeries huddled in their home deep under the roots of a giant oak tree. They were safe and snug in their tiny underground cave lined with dandelion fluff, bird feathers, and dried moss.

Outside, the wind blew cold and the snow fell softly down to cover the ground. "I saw the Sun King today," the faerie named Rose said as she pulled her mossy cloak tighter about her. "He looked so old and tired as

he walked off through the forest. What is wrong with him? The great oak said he's dying" answered Daffodil. Dying? Oh, what will we do now?" Little Meadow Grass started to cry "If the sun King dies, our little plant friends will not grow. The Birds will not come and sing again.Everything will be winter for ever!" Lilac, Dandelion and Elder Blossom tried to comfort their friend, but they were all very sad. As they huddled together, there was a knock on the tiny door.

"Open up, Faeries," called out a loud voice. "Why are you hiding instead of joining us in our Solstice celebration?" Rose opened the door and the little gnome Brown Knobby pushed inside, shaking the glistening snowflakes off his brown coat and hat.

"We are too sad to celebrate," Daffodil said wiping her eyes, "the Sun King is dying, haven't you heard?"

"He is dead you silly Faeries." Brown Knobby's round dark eyes sparkled with laughter. "now hurry, or we'll be late for the celebration!"

"How can you be happy and laughing?!" Elder Blossom stamped her little foot and frowned at the gnome. "If the Sun King IS dead, it will be winter always. We will never see the Sun again!"

"Silly little child-Faeries." Brown Knobby grabbed Dandelion by the hand and pulled her to her feet. "There is a secret to the Winter Solstice. Don't you want to know what it is?"

The Faeries looked at him in surprise. "Secret?" they all said. "What secret? We are only new little Faeries, you silly gnome. We've never been to a Solstice celebration before."

"Come and see. Come and see. Get your capes and come with me." Brown Knobby danced and jigged around the room. "Hurry, Hurry, don't be slow! To the sacred oak grove through the snow!"

He danced out of the door and disappeared.

"What did that gnome mean?" Rose asked as she gathered up her cloak of dried rose petals held together with cobwebs and lined with goose down.

"I don't know, but the Lady lives in the sacred grove." Meadow Grass pulled on her hat.

"Perhaps if we go to see the Goddess, She can explain what Brown Knobby was talking about".

The Faeries left their snug little home and trudged off through the snow toward the sacred oak grove. The forest was dark with only the light of the Moon shining down through the thick fir branches and bare limbs of maple and hawthorn. It was very difficult for them to get through the snow because they were very, very small. As they waded through the wet snow and shivered in the cold wind, they met a fox.

"Where are you going, Faeries?" the fox asked.

"To the sacred grove," they answered, they were cold and shivering.

"Climb on my back and I will take you there swiftly."

The fox knelt down so the Faeries could climb up. Then he raced off through the dark.

"Listen!" Lilac said as they neared the grove of sacred trees. "Someone is singing happy songs. A LOT of someones."

The beautiful music carried over the cold, still, moonlit air. It was the most beautiful music the Faeries had ever heard. The fox carried the Faeries right to the edge of the stone altar in the center of the grove,then knelt down.

"Look!" said Elder Blossom as they slid to the snow covered ground. "There is the Maiden and the Mother and the OLD Wise One, And many other Little People."

"They are all smiling and happy," said Lilac as she looked around at all the creatures.

"All the animals are here too," whispered Dandelion. "why are they all looking at the Mother?"

War on Women

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Brave Coward

Contrary to popular belief and knowledge
Love is not in opposition of hate verbiage.
Lust is Hate's polar, as Love's opposite
Is cold indifference, sarcasm in wit.

Love takes the courage to open your heart
To another's intentions from the start.
One must love "Self" before loving another
Soul searching integrity and honor.

Many emotions with descriptive words
Go hand-in-hand with the bees and birds.
Respect, understanding, common interests and goals
Kindred spirits in essence, compatible souls.

Unconditional love should always be given,
No boundaries or limits, LOVE you believe in.
Expectations and rules are not of a love that is true,
They are control of another, consequences of due.

Love with all you are and ever could be,
Open your mind and spirit completely.


Hatred is bound in ignorance and deception
Easier than to forgive without condition.
The path of least resistance is cold and lonely
Begets diatribes of bitter matrimony.

For hatred is the result of extreme pride.
Harming thy Self when this your ego decides,
To give to any life force that exists,
Years in madness continue to persist

In building walls of steel about your essence.
Placing love on a shelf by your own impotence.

Hate is easy…
Love takes courage and unconditional forgiveness.





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Writing Prompt: Hate is Easy; Love takes Courage

A Fire Side Experience

A Fire Side Experience

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..December 19, 2008..

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Anna & Ernesty

....Phoenix.., ..Az....

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The belly dancers floated onto the stage

In each hand a black cone holding a flame

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The instrument being played was at least nine feet long

Producing the sounds of ‘ohm’ in a wind percussion song

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With primal operatic precision the dancers flowed

To the rhythm of the night as the candle light glowed.

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To the divine vibration in sync and so graceful,

Like the swan taking to flight, all movements sensual

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Like a morning glory opening her petals

Absorbing the dew of the day in soft pillows

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Laden with symbolism to the fire and air spirits of element

Five ladies as the pentagram, light the center to melt

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Into a perfect ten

of the hands that at the middle met

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Their bodies moving to the ‘ohm’ in a symphonic creation of life

As it always has been, since the very beginning of human time.

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And will continue till time ends

with the lithe swing of the serpent

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Deocile in circles, all five as one

As well within their own circle they spun

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The next dance was performed as a single unit

Bells ringing with the rhythm of percussion,

Bass and Violin filling the night, in

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Sync, in harmony, that required no vocals

To achieve three parts bass, tenor and alto

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The finger bells and gowns flowing

Each one different with bold color growing

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Their bodies shimmering from top to bottom

Like feathers from a bird during a molten

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Easily maintaining the unity of the flower

As it accepts the rain at the sun set hour.

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To quench its thirst

Pure color that bursts

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Into a kaleidoscope of endless patterns…