I’m BACK

Ok I know I’ve been a wee bit on the quiet side for ummm well over a year now but I’m back. Not only am I back but I’m back with a vengeance.

I have been busy and in addition to this blog which will just be my boring life type stuff,  you can find my political musings on The Diplomatic Democratic Dragoness and my arty farty poetry type stuff on Violett Dragon Dreams.

My website is now live Violetdragonlady and on there you will find links to my blogs,  my Marketplace and  The Wolfian Magazine which features my political articles and also my poetry. 

I have just tonight uploaded my first video to You Tube literally like minutes ago so no views yet 😦

My facebook page is still going  and my twitter is now tweeting (or is that Twitting?) more.

I am going to try to write one blog per week although with three blogs perhaps just one original writing and the rest reblogging??

Have to see how it goes I suspect.

Oh and the Sandman still doesn’t come visiting, the Dragons are still eating the sheep, not only that but they’re breeding well, so well that I’ve had to send a couple of them off for adoption (to family so they’re still safe and in contact)

Did you hear the Dragons Roar??

Did you hear the Dragons Roar?

As up on high, they swoop and soar.

Did you see the flames of fire

On stormy clouds, flying higher and higher

The thing about Dragons is – well basically despite what the film says you cannot tame a Dragon. Even saying training it is quite a bit of a push. Dragons are wild, independent, free spirits and while it may seem they are ‘tame’ it is only because they are doing what THEY want to and if it happens to coincide with what you want, well that’s great.

I think I’ve mentioned that I’m in process of relocating the Dragon sanctuary. Many of the Dragons (and friends) are safely hibernating in their travel cases, they do that you see, when in a dark enclosed space, it’s how they live so long. Anyhow those not yet hibernating were grounded for a couple of weeks, for their own safety. You see we had an air show and while I know my Dragons are excellent flyers they had to contend with the humans in the metal things with wings. It was safer all round to keep them grounded.

This however made them restless and tetchy and during the evening of Thursday 18 July 2014 some errrr went out to play. I think many people heard and saw them letting off a bit of steam (pun intended) but not being used to seeing Dragons believed that it was thunderstorms, their roars where the claps of thunder and where they were playing tag, their flames were interpreted by the mundane as lightning.

I know people will say I should keep them under better control, but the thing is, you can’t, nobody can. Dragons will be Dragons, they like shiny things, like freedom, like comfort, DON’T like virgins, or lamb really (mint sauce is different and can be put on anything, well maybe with the exception of ice cream). Dragons LOVE cake, and chocolate, and I managed to entice them back in sometime on Sunday after leaving a trail of chocolate cake.

Did you see the Dragons play

As flying skills they did display

Did you hear the Dragons fight

As free at last they did delight.

I think tomorrow/today might just be take a Dragon to work day. I have a new desk and so far it is Dragonless.

Flying in the Dark

The black dog,

The demon in the fog,

The Dementor, that sucks out your soul

The darkest night,

The stealer of light,

The beast you cannot control.

Circling the drain,

The unseen pain,

The shadow that used to be you.

At the end of your wits,

In the depth of the pits,

Not knowing if you can get through.

Feeling a freak,

For being so weak,

Life is just a charade.

Thinking you’re dumb

For being so glum

Not keeping up, the masquerade.

No more acting the clown

When you’re feeling so down

But admitting it really stings

No more saying ‘I’m fine’

With a big glass of wine

The truth will give you wings.

Mermaid Falls

Encaustic painting of mermaid and poem

Sometimes

Sometimes I cry

For the chances passed by

The opportunities missed

Wrong frogs that I’ve kissed

Sometimes I smile

Because once in a while

Things do go well

And I feel so swell

Sometimes I scream

In the middle of a dream

And awake to reveal

This nightmare is real

Sometimes I sing

But that’s not a good thing

As I can’t strike a chord

Except nails on a board

Sometimes I’m sad

About everything bad

Though I want to fix

I can’t find the right mix

Sometimes I fly

So high in the sky

I can see it all

And it seems so small

Sometimes I sleep

Just so I don’t weep

I wish I didn’t care

Because life is unfair

Sometimes I love

The clouds up above

The mystical shapes

Help me to escape

Sometimes you see

It’s hard being me.

And it’s hard to be you

I do know that too.

Dragon

Encaustic painting with dragon temporary tattoo seemed the perfect background for the acrostic dragon poem

Demons

The artwork is called Halfway to Hades and the poem is Demons

Haunting

I wrote this a number of years ago, well sort of wrote it, I woke from sleep got out of bed and wrote it down exactly as it had come to me. All I did the next day was add punctuation.

Karma

I like poetry, both reading and writing. I like art and mainly encaustic art (painting with molten wax). Here I have combined the two by adding an acrostic poem to one of my paintings. I’d like to think it defines Karma quite well. I do believe in Karma although often wish it would act quicker on some people