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An Extract from this Month's New Release: The Dragon Shines (Another 365 Days of Poetry)

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To celebrate this month's release of Another 365 Days of Poetry which released on the 4th. Links to the collection can be found at: https://books2read.com/u/bo2Y0a .    The Dragon Shines   Written on January 1, 2019, for the March 31 entry of Another 365 Days of Poetry , this piece of blank versed fantasy proved tricky. I’d been trying to avoid dragons as a theme, but couldn’t help it; I love the subject. Blank verse, on the other hand is difficult for me, because I like to rhyme. This is my first blank verse for a while.   Scales a-gleaming, the dragon shines. Beneath the full moon, silver-dipped, it flies, seeking prey in lands below. First to feed, and then to feast, it hunts and from thence ‘t’will search for other prey, the thieves whom from its hoard did steal, seeking wealth without the need to work, despite the dangers of journey long and the guardian whom at its end did wait. They danced with joy at the great beast’s absence, ...

An Extract from this Month's Release: Forever Lucky (Another 365 Days of Poetry)

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To celebrate this month's release of Another 365 Days of Poetry which released on the 4th. Links to the collection can be found at: https://books2read.com/u/bo2Y0a .    Forever Lucky I sat upon the stairs and wept tears for all that’s been won and lost. I sat upon the stairs and cried hard tears for those who’d lost the most, for I did not live within the flames of blood and fire and war. I did not live within the games played by nations upon that shore. I lived safely, far from the blood and fire, the bombardment. and the barking guns. I lived safely, here, at home, where peace has ne’er been lost nor won, despite our nation’s heritage of doing well in the realms of war, for wars of magnitude have not been fought, save for settling skirmishes long before I was ever thought of, or a twinkle in my daddy’s eye, those wars of pre-birth this country’s known, but not the wars where millions die, and I count myself lucky, even as I sit and we...