Dragon

Everyone of us
Have dragons to be fought,
A bad habit, an addiction,
A weakness we have got.

Some dragons are dauntingly huge,
While others are quite small.
Some appear so fierce and strong,
Others just annoying, that's all.

Like a giant dragon
When addiction we fight,
It's ferociously strong
It takes us all our might.

A little annoying dragon
A bad habit may be,
It takes some conscious effort
For us to make it flee.

We spend our lifetime fighting,
Weaknesses we blame,
For everyone of us
Have dragons to be tamed.

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Dragon

How Enchanting

#MyWriters1stLiner Week 42/2019
7th - 12th October 2019

"How enchanting!" said the little girl watching the drama on television, as a tall shadow loomed slowly behind her.

Submitted on 20191011

Snow

I would like to touch some snow
And see what it is like.
For in the land I live and grow
The days are hot and bright.

It's delightful, it is cold,
That substance they call snow.
Lovely to touch and to behold,
That's what I'm always told.

So one day I would like to go
To where it always snows.
To see and feel and really know
That substance they call snow.

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Snow

Pattern

Life is a pattern
Of moving forward
As soon as one is born.

From helpless babe
To restless child
To rebellious adolescent

Becoming strong-willed adult,
Leading to anxious middle age,
Slowing down
Getting old

'til frailty and illness set in,
'til life comes to an end.

Life is a pattern

Of moving on,
Of never going back,

From birth to death,
From cradle to grave.
The same pattern we track.

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Pattern

Swing

The swing has not much to its name,
nor beauty to behold.
It's just a seat hung from a frame,
with ropes for us to hold.

It stands quietly on the ground,
just waiting in plain sight.
Until at last a child comes 'round,
and hops on with delight.

We see such excitement and joy,
on the face of the happy child.
Almost as if a new-found toy,
it swings so free and wild.

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Swing

Frail

With trembling hands
he coaxed
the pair of unsteady chopsticks
to pick up a morsel,
bringing it
gingerly
to his mouth.

With shivering jaws
and chattering teeth,
barely chewing,
it was yet
another struggle
to finish up his food.

Day after day,
meal after meal,
the frail old man
perseveres
to satisfy
his constant hunger pangs.

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Frail

Enchanted

They say the place is bewitched,
that it has been put under a spell.
Some call it the enchanted castle,
for every visitor will tell

that no sooner have you crossed the draw-bridge,
and step in through its gatehouse,
than an eerie silence befalls
one and all,
from which silence none can be aroused.

This is the enchanted castle,
it leaves visitors spell-bound.
Having become the enchantee,
they leave without turning around.

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Enchanted