Sleeping with Dragons
No forked tongue,
Only the truth.
I slept with dragons
In my youth.
Lust and Ladies,
Along with booze,
Their fiery breaths
Bade me to choose.
Now, the end is near,
And I seek redemption.
Hot dragons whisper
Harshly, ‘No exemption’.
Flashing before me in
Giant reptilian themes,
I toss on a rumpled bed
Of ignominious dreams.
So, brothers of the bond,
Hearken to my broken life.
Seek love and nobility
In the arms of your wife.
Avoid the paths before you
That lead to Dragon caves
And sleep not with them
To reach dishonored graves.
Billy Ray Chitwood – February 17, 2017
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OMG, yes, Bill! The follies of our youth, indeed. Great poetry. Really resonates with me. I struggle to reconcile the so-called follies of my youth with my neuroticism. Which is which? My former peers—who are neither writers nor psychologists—seem blithely untroubled. Thanks, Bill.
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Love you, my man! Three ♥♥♥s – for you, for Renni, for Gentry…
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