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- Moonlight Dream -

    Open the gate and step into the night's adventure
    A golden full moon hovering in world of his own
    The moonlight is magical
    Night darkness under the moon dew glistens
    Where the diamonds - the emeralds and
    the jewels shine among all the golden
    Golden light envelops water pearl luster
    in a bed of cotton
    As the waves swell
    in the ocean
    Carefully the wind plays
    over the harp
    Interaction with the moonlight
    and the dream that is my own

  A-L Andresen :)

 Contest Name	Poems about the moonlight 
 Sponsor	SKAT A
 Deadline	4/25/2014

Details | Quatrain | |

In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.

        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014

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Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes

Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes

Calming clouds float into my dream
 fish flop happily onto my grill
Ducks quacking loudly taking to wing
 Nature yawns and begins it's daily thrill

Forest fights the coming mist
 night owls hourly call
Flowers groan and silently twist
 woodpeckers hear it all

Cool streams flow on wet earth
 bees gather for all they are worth
Snakes slither into the weeds
 earth's beauty serves man's greater needs

Night sky glows like a hot candle
 treasures, more than one man can handle
Moon sheds it's glittering skin
 life explodes in the heart of men

Earth shimmers dancing in perfect time
 poets sing rejoicing deeply in rhyme...........

Robert L. 06-02--2014

Looking out our bay window at this glorious night. Wife enters, sweet kisses me good night.
Inspiration suddenly strikes!!! 
A joy to be so very alive.... 

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A Presence in the Forest

Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul, deep as a midnight sky,
with remote star clusters beaming.
She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness.
Though we can't lay hands on her,
she wanders free within our grasp,
For the ancient inn beguiles us still
in the labyrinths of our minds.

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World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last

For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 

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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.

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I Rise

I rise
to catch the day,
Many weep to cuddle.
I rise to the super blessings- 
Those ones that parade around vivid earth,
The rooted crust and resources.
I rise to the rainbow-
Arch of colours

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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....

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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

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Once upon a dreamy dream

~~ Once upon a dreamy dream I had a wistful, faraway journey An experience unique Out of this world beautiful I found myself in a rugged, rocky And weathered landscape With tall, dense, dark, deep trees Of jade, emerald, sea green and olive An ancient, primal forest With many chasms, abysses and rifts Bird refrains drifting O, the ballads, choruses and solos The sound flowing, gliding and fading And then the echo of water Inviting and beckoning me to come And I meandered forth Soon I discovered myself standing in awe Inside a breathtaking waterfall Sparkling, shimmering about my weariness Iridescent in the moonlight The cascading water cleansing my soul As I dreamt my dreamy dream ~~ April 5, 2013 Verse

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Spring's Sweet Reality

She wanders to a dream, a place Where weeping willows brush her face Beneath the branches bending low She's walking where a garden grows Grass gently sways, as cool as glass And timid blows the warming breeze, That fetches shining hair with ease With wisps of gold, which fly astray, Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize A melody of larks, that sing Of promised spring....of pastel things An amber sun, a basking glow, Who ambles by and whispers low Of meadows green and rainbows too How much she longs to bask again To warm a face so pale of skin But then, once more the threat of chill Upon a cheek, a breath of ice And snowflakes land upon on her lash They startle cold, like morning ash, A northern wind that stings her eyes A thief will snatch her scarf away, And thus her dream has gone astray And once again her dream has died Yet distantly, there lies in wait, A springtime place, a promised fate A path beneath the willow tree, Where sun peeks through the velvet haze Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, And larks sing lovely lullabies The earth will wake, to be a dream A dream with sweet reality
____________________________________________________________ For Francine's Contest: "Winter Begone" 1/23/12

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When I dream I scream and 
yell hell 'cause I’m paranoid
And when you dream you 
scream heaven claimin' you 
So we both have dreams and 
dreams are for real 
And when you pursue your 
dreams then you can achieve
Cause the only thing that a 
sleeping man experiences 
are dreams
Just look at me against al trod 
cause it’s part of my dreams

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The laughing moon

It's here now under a converted sky
Where daylight has loss it’s might
Hours before the green hills had sight, with 
splattered  hints of yellow wild flowers so bright
Now time has casts a different light
It here now where the heavens sings an evening song 
With twinkled lights on a moon lit prong
Dancing stars and dreaming of mars 
Its here on this transformed spot 
I will sit and jot

It is here now as I lay back on this cool grass, and write a story 
with the heavens the color of quarry
Of jeweled eyes in the skies 
that connected to stories, some disguised 
With silver spoons and astrological loons
On dream away, dream on by
to the earths motions and lullabies
It is here now time to take a brake
from life’s work ,and worries and heart ache 
Try it yourself remember when, you were a child
when you looked up the night and smiled amen


Details | Free verse | |

Caterpillar Dreams


Sweet, moist, musky earth pervades all of my senses 
In safe darkness, beneath this leaf, my cool canopy 
I have no wants as I slumber here in contentment 
I am humbly grateful, alive with my blessings 

Rested now, I feel a need to explore this place 
Hungry to feed my belly and begin my journey 
I crawl out from my haven into the brightness 
The tree I seek is beyond this forest of grass 

My world is brilliant yellow, brown, and spring green 
I climb an etched blade, and feast on its succulence 
I chew my way down, and nourished, I aim for my oak 
My little legs scurry toward where I must rest soon. 


The sky is pink, orange and red as twilight wanes 
I am weary like the sun, slowly closing his eyes 
I begin my ascent toward a branch high above 
I labor up the scaly skin, finally to the limb 

Nestling in a crevice of this arm that holds me 
I watch the last ruby glow melt from the sky 
My day's toil leaves me exhausted yet peaceful 
Starlight’s gently sparkle a silent lullaby 

I dream I am cradled in finely spun cotton 
I dream I am nothing but pure spirit and joy 
I dream I am falling, then floating, then flying 
I dream of bright blossoms dancing in the air. 


I awaken to darkness, yet hear birds singing 
I have slumbered so long, and feel the need to stretch 
My surroundings crackle when I extend my body 
A thin, radiant beam enters, shocking my sight 

This body's strange to me; I seem to have arms 
I beat them against the sides of my enclosure 
It crunches apart like dry leaves in the autumn 
I stand on thin legs, atop a broken casket 

The air is alive with wisteria and lilac 
Upon its sweet breeze, I surrender myself 
I flutter and float as I bask in the sunshine 
I am a young orchid blossoming in the sky

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hunting for Spring

We’re so tired, of winter’s, snow and ice,
For too long, we have been, within our house, winter’s price.
Why won’t you come, to visit us, and sing?
Where we’ll be touched, by your sun, so heartily, beaming.
Oh where! Oh where! Are you, our sweet Spring?
We need you, so very longingly!

We saw you peak out, for just one day.
Then you quickly, and suddenly, ran so very far away.
So we did a Rain Dance, and danced in the cold.
Without your shinning brightness, all we got, was cold snow!
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
Why did you run, so very far, with your blessing!

We sought the Groundhog, that he ask you, to come back.
But he was burrowed, deep beneath, all the snow, and ice pack.
He wouldn’t open his door, as we knocked, true and hard.
He refused, to even come out, as he denied the pleas, of this bard!
Oh where! Oh where! Are you, our precious, sweet Spring?
We beseech thee, to please come back, to me!

The trees want to bloom; their sprouts are ready, to collect.
Our hearts are there beside them, under this winter, and it’s effects.
We’ll sit here, dreaming of the beauty, only you can affect.
We’re hopeful, can’t wait, but now at March’s mercy, and redirect.
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
Our hearts and souls want to be warmed by thee!

What? Dragon and I see you! We rejoice my friend!
Our hearts, like the trees, are beginning, to warm again.
The snow is leaving; all is greening, before our eyes.
We beg you, to please stay here, solidly, close by our side.
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
At last! It doesn’t matter! We have you back, and all that you bring!

Written for my good Friend Jack Ellison.

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

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Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Here the sun shines soft and warm—
Caressing all in vales and on hill—
It gives a glow to every inherent form—
And reveals for every eye a thrill.
Of here they never get their fill—
For this is Bliss, an endless treasure—
Where our dream is the Lord’s will—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.

The garden is a lush, green platform—
Big blooms with the fluffiness of chenille—
Songbirds’ music raise a storm—
Their feathered robes fill the bill.
Wings spread they fly away at freewill—
Along the curvy course of the river—
They seek the Lord’s grace with skill—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.

The dream cottage, fancy for the norm—
With a stone paved path to the doorsill—
A neat little shelter from the storm—
Has a spice garden for basil and dill.
And there’s a gazebo for time to kill--
For when gardenwork calls for leisure—
Or even for the blessing of a drizzle—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.

To some this vision may instill—
A yearning for the bliss in nature—
But the Lord is sovereign still—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.

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The WaterLily Pond

Weeping willows betray the water
Blending too deeply, too green
You say lily, add water before
Methinks you painted a dream

Dare you dream
In a world of green
When white stark posts refuse to gleam?

Dare a foot trod upon the arch
So blissfully green as the shrubs
(Or should I say trees), and these
Cat tails that the wind rubs
Much softer though, than the trees

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Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.

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Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

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A boy child stands behind the window pane
the lightning's spectacular and quite insane
Frozen in fascination he can't think to hide
this thunder rock and roll is an E class ride

Vivid memories that will never let him go
anticipating storms all the more as he grows
Couldn't help track every tornado or flood
he began to realize weather was in his blood

Became a meteorologist, climbed the tree
now up all night warning folks watching TV
His childlike fascination is just as vivid today
when thunder and lightning dance and play

Contest: Shadow's "Storms"
Date: 6-29-14

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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?

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I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...

Written By: Christina A McCullouch 

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Sail through the veil,
Chasing a mermaid’s tail,
Along waves through troves
And rocky caves.

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a fairytale.
Seems I found the world of my dreams,
As my ship is sunken by oceanic seams.

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

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Inspire by Weston Gregory 

When the sun comes from the east 
Shining its beauty through the 
I'm so inspired by what I  see.
Its way though not easy to say
I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom.
I smile at the  monarch butterfly 
choreograph loops,
and laugh in this lazy afternoon

I all but spy its spectrum hue
and am left mesmerize by its hovering 
on the west bound horizon too,
Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of 
on its fading from sight on Negril west end 

As if wishing on a dream 
Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes 
our nature predicts tomorrow 
Whether serendipitous or nightmarish
Response well to a global hallow 
a prayer;
Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning,
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through leaves.....

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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

Details | Rhyme | |

A poor child's saying

In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...

Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

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Life Bubbles of Joy

~The fount of life’s bubbles having a desire to be, becomes many bubbles 
of love’s own state or desire to continue. Life bubbles into four seasons for 
reasons of changes preventing mere human concepts from becoming obsolete 
conservations in control. As life's being bubbles forth holding uniqueness in life forms, each and every  one is remarkable in itself of origin. Many would say, 
"Life is like an assortment of lively bubbles."

~The human species is a dream bubble of the higher nature, “I would Say!” A paranormal dream living in its lower nature pending one's transition into the higher 
consciousness. Can a dream respond against one's own identity as man's 
knowledge and develop a model army of one's own ego; love being the first
impulse? Can an individual formed reply, “Why was I formed thus?” Life bubbles 
are akin to human consciousness, of Love’s paradoxical notion, to be are not to be.

~"We shall today we shan't tomorrow!" Humanity hath not expression of his own 
destiny this or that way, "For human nature hath not yet conceived in adulthood, the 
exuberance of man place in infinity. Love knows not a today or tomorrow for 
love is today and tomorrow, in the bubbling off of shape.

~For life's stream of a human being that persist in shallow government would not 
yet be a person format in full payment by faith in the source, would he? For the now, 
the subject of testimony provisioned of, is the constant guide, people should rely 
on its divine tracks; besides nature's plan guided by divine reference, there is non 

~As for me, I will recommend, support and arise as a bubble of humanity’s 
meaning in life, as long as I have the paranormally significant amount. I shan’t 
exchange nor change my right of authority. I shall provide bubbles of irrepressible 
joy and happiness as they are the paranormal measure; I shall hear of and rest in the design of divine pattern... "I THINK!"

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My Christmas Dream

My Christmas Dream is for a
More peaceful and calm world 
For all of mankind as the clock  
Of the twenty-first century ticks
Away before us and all of us seek
To meet the many daily challenges 
And travails of life that impact us
And the planet we all live on since
The Earth is our very home for the
Entire human race, animals, insects,
And all of the varieties of sea creatures
And wondrous plant life that grows
And flourishes as part of God’s most
Divine Plan which is certainly worth
Our attention and desire to address
Our shortfalls and shortcomings in
Making sure that the Earth and all of 
Mankind are compatible and we can
Meet the destiny and final glory that 
God has planned for all of us—Amen  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 11, 2014) (Verse poetic format)

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The Tree and I

The Tree and I 

I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies.  She was a young oak past her sapling age.  Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop.  I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug.  I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.

a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground

After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk.  I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be.  No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations. 

a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky

Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day. 

clouds drift
away from the sun---
a girl smiles

This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by.  Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth. 

new buds
on a young oak---
birds singing

I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days.  A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away.  With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.    

green grass
returns to the lawn---
daffodils bloom

All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form:  haibun  (mixture of prose and haiku)

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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 

Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 


I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night


Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 


Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight

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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."

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Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Cloudy, With a Chance of Daydreams

With the sky as the ocean, and grass as my pillow I dream of adventure, adrift in a sea The clouds in formation, have gathered and billowed As the mast gathers wind, and sails down for me I'm swept to the sky on a wave, wild and free ! There's an elephant swimming!! And a white whale that frolics! And a long caterpillar, that follows to play! But, they're slowly dissolving, I become melancholic as the mast has collapsed, and the whale goes astray While the ship I was sailing, has faded away.
________________________________________________________________ Nature: by Carrie Richards

Details | Haiku | |

haiku 3-31-13

haiku pilgrims

forging upon tanka dreams

gaze in mirror pond 

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

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Dancing In The Night Sky

Dance thru the moonlight rays with me,
Dance above the clouds round the moon.
Dance through the night’s passing hours,
Dance beneath stars cosmically singing.

Dance thru the dusk’s glow with me,
Dance above the city lights on the Earth.
Dance through this world’s passing horizon.
Dance beneath stars brightly shining.

Dance thru the moonlight beams with me,
Dance above the clouds concealing the sky.
Dance through the night’s monotone colours.
Dance beneath stars silently twinkling.

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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 

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Genesis of Dreams

Where the scarlet frog
in the whisper of the rushes
defies  dampness as his element;
a creature of wildness,
it blends its croak and paddle
with the pebbles

So a dreamer is - his dreams
in touch with every whisper of promise.

There is purity in the moment.

No outward distraction
as large as hope

Suzanne Delaney

Details | Sonnet | |

Nocturnal daydream

last stroll of the day with my dogs
clear white moonlight brightens my clogs
nocturnal sun finds a place of rest
my dog wearing a moonlight-vest

four-legged moon carrier stands 
frozen without spoken commands
unchained in a twinkle of an eye
by the sound of wings passing by 

spanning souls for the nearby moon
tonight's noisy silences croon 
clearly lit with silver, black and white
moon light's serenade is so bright

intense reflections of moonlight's fall
shortest movies on memories wall 


Details | I do not know? | |

A day walk

I dwell in a plain longer than a day walk
I go round and round, in the same ring:
There is the ant mound, the broken chalk
And the creak where the sparrows sing,
If I had more than a day I could explore
away from here, where I see butterflies
Swarming over a chimerical seashore
Surrounding my kingdom, far from my eyes.
I hear the raindrops on the gray grass
Falling slowing and cleaning the dross,
dark clouds coming and they will pass
while heaven will retain its mortal gloss.
on the horizon, between the twin hills,
It is always chilly and beyond is the night.
I see the first star, it shines and thrills,
and the center dances with her light. 

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.

Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

Details | Lyric | |

Dream on

I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms. 
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream. 
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessening 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze. 
Poetry by Keith K. Relf

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Walk in the sunshine Sweetheart
Feel it warm up your clothes
Close your eyes and picture you
With sun cream on your nose
On some idyllic island
With feet on golden sand
And someone special close to you
Holding your soft hand
And once that image is in there
It will never go away
You only have to close your eyes
To make the rain clouds stay at bay

Details | Free verse | |

The Stretch of Land

Here they are standing aloof on the backside of town
Here they are sitting on the bare, stricken ground
with strange smells filtering all around.

Smells that fill the atmosphere with an awful stench.
disgusting smells, horrible smells coalesce with
burning incense and perfume to conceal the terrible odor.

Here they are with their self made army
sipping  a bottle of dry whiskey
weapon in hand trousers girt tight
ready and waiting to fight.

This night the north wind blows furiously through villages and
towns, tearing down barricade, overturning powerful trees
sending derbies flying as far as six feet in the air.
They stood and watch from a mutual spot
occasionally running for cover each time
the wind gets close to their border.

They waited anxiously for this night to cease but
the turbulence agitated them and kept them on their feet.
I saw them pacing back and forth unable to bare the
cold that penetrated their intoxicated soul.

Amidst the raging wind I obtained comfort from within,
I located a quite place in a hole where I could sing,
and hide away from the infuriated and vicious wind.
I meander away quietly in a deep sleep and later
appeared on an extensive stretch of fertile land.

There I was walking peacefully on this vast land
an immense land filled with mango trees
trees whose branches were laden with different species of mangos.
Among them were mango trees that were filled with blossom.
The blooming trees smiled at me with intense glory.

Green mangos of contrasting shapes and sizes hang humbly
from the encumbered branches creating a tranquil atmosphere.
I walked around composedly and admired their awesome beauty
and absorb the magnificent scenery that filtered beyond the land.
I faded slowly into day break and plunged into a harmonious atmosphere.

                                                                            ©2014 Christine Phillips

Details | Ballade | |


Esmeralda and the fairies

Esmeralda in her garden
Was playing with her dolls
Amidst flowers so beautiful
And the sun shone down like gold.
Midst butterflies and pretty birds
And trees that softly glowed
She saw two fairies oh so pretty
As one sat upon a toad.

The toad did look so happy there
With the fairy on his back.
They came up to a pretty rose
By a little grassy track
Then one fairy danced a dance
Little heart all filled with bliss
As Esmeralda felt such love
And so much happiness.

The other fairy started dancing
As the toad just clapped his hands
 Esmeralda watched it all
Oh she thought it was so grand
But when she told her mum and dad
Well, they just laughed at her
And told her it’s imagination
That it did not occur.

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The Mysterious Island

I hope there's a
Where critics can
give an ace
Where we can believe
the impossible
And discover the

Travel across the
And find the
nature's music
A mystical and
wonderful island
An island that can
be reach by your

Few people are
allowed to see
The mysterious
island where nature
is free
It might be miles
and miles away
But someday you will
see its way

You might not find
it here
Because it's hidden
in the walls of your
Break the stones of
And let no one see
you weak

Find your way to
that place
And you can solve
this maze
A labyrinth full of
And a reward that
will make you

Details | Tanka | |

Moonlight Invitation


Awake in dream time
I slip on restless slippers,
tiptoe from slumber,           *
at the moon’s invitation,
delivered with dappled light.
Night embraces me,
and moonlight reassures me,
giving me comfort,                       *
knowing that somewhere, out there,
you dream under the same moon.

:For Tracie's Contest: Moonlight Dream

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Just a dream

At the heart of my country lies a monolith
Shimmering in the radiant hot transparent light
Ever changing hues, a chameleon at the edge of night, 
Uluru the natives call it, a meeting place, where we can sit

In my dream, I welcome you here, 
Whether your skin is black or brown, yellow or white
For peaceful parley, at this stela desert site
We come together from far and near

Whether your home is a hovel, a castle or cave, 
Derelict or architecturally inspired, an admirable sight
We gather as equals with identical plight
Our globe’s bounty, we must share and save

All children born of mother earth 
Whether we live in suburbia, zareba or inner city height
Different tho we may be we must unite
To save the planet of our birth

27 February 2014

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as we face the end of the music,
faced with mistaken thrills.
as teh agenda of a destiny unfolds;
better left to be untold,
about the aftermath trauma,
livelihood in the hood drama.
situations that are just not scenery;
sweat of blood with every tear,
packs a punch with every tear,
full of weariness,
not to mention teardrop mixed with blood.
not even novacane can stop the hurt of the clot;
missing the thrill of the aftermath showdown,
missing pieces of morality not shown.
like beating down the edge of a clef note,
rare but possible to do.
unworthy throw down faced with a mistake,
with unknown meaning of teardrop blood is at's stake.
unfulfilled unworthy desire pass you by,
self eanial worthy,

Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.

Details | Imagism | |


                              Aromatic smokes, abounds the whole land
                               Somewhere, nightingale began it's sound

                        The little girl feast on the beauty before her eyes...

                           A labyrinth of forest trees inviting for a tryst
                          So inquisitive, she went ahead couldn't resist..
                            Each edge of the mysterious green maze
                         She discovered lovely sights leaving her amaze!

                             Sparkling crystal clear waters of a brook..
                              Beckons her feet to dip and take a look 
                                Down are rainbow colored creatures
                                  Kissing and tickling her little toes

                          Magnificent clusters of magnolias and orchids
                            Scattered and tangling intricately on trees
                           Bees drinking nectar's from blossom buds
                              Butterflies caressing each pretty bulbs

                          Deer, squirrels, rabbits and playful monkeys
                     Following biting her skirt, on fine line during the trip
                          Merrily, she starts to recite an upbeat song
                             Swaying freely her arms with the song

                         Then, oh! oh! in instant all around sang along!

                      The rabbits and squirrels joyfully hops and jumps
                        Flying birds producing spiral drumbeat thumps
                         Leaves and branches of trees clap and swing
                           Each one seems jubilant to dance and sing


         "Riiiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!", Says her alarm clock....

(c) Olive Eloisa
4:54 pm 
5th place.... to GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY.. :D

Details | Villanelle | |

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands

Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.

Details | Free verse | |

An Alaskan Blood Moon

nurture me a wish circular neon bright to hold mould me tears - as painted leaves from trees fall sleep me a dream in the dreary radiance of this eve fight me a union fiercely and by any means speak me the language of the ancients pray me a someone as dear as thee 18~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne Sponsor: Tony Pinelli Contest: Satisfaction

Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night

The Canvas of Night

Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,

enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,

I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.

Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,

and my being is infused with feelings of hope,

for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.

note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

This Day - My Autumn's Dream

A day to relish is this day of mine. October’s sunlight warmly rests on me, and sky, immersed in blue, is heavenly while nature flaunts its lovely fall design! The trees along my street stand splendidly, bright ruby red and gold hues on display. My autumn’s dream is that the world would stay exactly like this day, perpetually! Written Oct. 21, 2011, one beauty of a day, and inspired by Rick Parise's: 8 LINE VERSE / Autumn's Dream Poetry Contest

Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.

Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked

Details | Acrostic | |


Into the foamy froth the mighty waves roll in
Nothing so great as when they crash again
Hell's fury can't equal the blue-green surge
Almost without equal the monster's purge
Life's greatest adventure is found in the sea 
Incredible journeys are carved out for me
Not for the comfortable got to want this ride
Going for broke I'm going to chase the tide

The moment is there for the confident soul
Here in this place resides excitement untold
Everyone watches but only a few take hold

See what's coming got to anticipate the wave
Energy's rush.. salt water splash that I crave
Awesome to breathe in, the sea's life to Dave

Contest: Andrea's "Inhaling The Sea" 
Date: 7-10-14

Details | Free verse | |

Dream with me

foggy skies
a gentle rain falls down from heaven
birds sing a lullaby and animals sleep in their dens
it is a balmy day in paradise
through the green-filled woods
and past the murky swamp
around the tall oak tree
and into the cool pool of water
mysteries lie beneath it's gently churning waves
things grow and live in underwater caves
a community it hosts
an internet of animals
along the salty coasts
join me on a stroll through my glorious isle
where jackals dance and sloths loll
walk with me through the forbidden shadows
sit with me under the canopy of tall trees
enjoy the beauty of this mysterious place
before you have to leave
already the sun calls you
you slowly open your eyes
and leave your paradise
instantly forgotten
as you look out at the morning skies

Details | Lanterne | |

Caseinlan IV

Stormed the cloud
Rammed locomotion
Dashed the leftover of hope


Details | Narrative | |

The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

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Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight

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Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more

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There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…

Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Dream

Let me tell you about my dream 
My father said, putting me on his lap 
It was a dream that has always seemed
Too impossible and hard to grasp 
I dreamt that I was alone on a cloud 
Looking at our nature being felled 
Observing the glacial mountains dwell 
Not up high but down so low  
Destroying our lands as foolhardy foes
I saw the florid flowers darken as dried blood
As they greeted the ground with bowed heads 
Giving scent not to the skies but to mud
I saw pain leaking from fettered petals 
That fitfully designed our earth as devils
Beside me, there sat many grey clouds 
It was a scene so hard to fathom
Never once seen color that shrouds 
The sky above, that was for purity an emblem  
I was surprised but thankful it was just a dream
For in reality it’s illicit to fell 
And impossible for grey clouds to dwell 
In our atmosphere, an idiosyncrasy of purity
Humans will never accept such ignominy 
And never become iconoclasts
For our nature is our identity. 
I falteringly smiled with a tear in my eye
I didn’t expect my father to ask why 
I just looked at his clouded eyes and said with tender
You’re right dad Thank God it was just a dream.

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Longing for the rainforest,
the smell of life eternal springs 
and wafts across the oceans deep
to my chilly home to bring..

images of orchards bright
in high trees with roots a dangling
of butterflies, I've never seen
and crocodiles prey wrangling.

Longing for the forest in spring
the eastern coast of Australia,
the gushing falls high above all
Kingfishers dressed in regalia.

I dream of Daintree and sky walks 
above the forest's fecund floor
of mangrove trees riverside,
rousing morning doves galore.. 

Ghadja I, ghost spirit white,
I dream of Australian spring time
far across the deepest sea
down under I walk in dreamtime.

*In the animist framework of Australian Aboriginal mythology,
 Dreamtime is a sacred era in which ancestral totemic spirit beings
 created the world.

Details | Rhyme | |


ONE  WILL  DREAM                                                                                                           

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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 

Details | Free verse | |

In Lost Time

I write to you my self, 
Sending you myself 
With words that I long for you
Need you and care about you 
Hope you, miss you, and want 
To share my heart, my life 
With you, all these written
On a piece of paper 
Capsule in time, in a bottle 
On the way to you
Somewhere some time
You shall get it. 
Floating across 
The seven seas
In lost time…

Details | Personification | |


‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.

The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover. 

Details | Haiku | |

Dream Season

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn
calmness . . .
jogging into
the spring dawn
hot spring bath –
the nibbling fish
tingle my skin
I photograph
its mist of spring
train pane mist
she rubs on
the other side
spring rain
the scent of green in
the dawn breeze
february full moon
the beach tides deepen
the voice of children
spring moon
the scent of jasmine
spreading in the night

Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight

Details | Couplet | |

Picturing Stardust And Dreams

The branches of the whispering trees are woven with the sky.
They're forming lacy patterns as a tear falls from my eye.

So awestruck from the wonderment of moonlight-driven madness.
Now sparkling stardust blankets me and hinders all my sadness.

Warmed by the twinkling lights on high and drifting in the night.
I feel the dreams of yesteryear that brought me to this light.

The angels dance before me now well-cloaked in happy spirit.
A silence falls upon the earth but I no longer hear it.

As stars piece through the dark facade my feet begin to slide.
Across the heaven scented sky the moon begins to glide.

Dawn awakes,the stars slip down then slowly fade away.
Before they go they wink at me thus I begin my day.

written by Deb Wilson
December 26th, 2012
for "Blanket of Stardust "contest 

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The Lord's Peace

The chaos is shedding
Of happiness is floating
The madness..chaos is concealing
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls

Details | Tanka | |

Wonderous heart

Wondrous heart

In even cosmos,
Diamond and gold get glow,
Like knowledge to souls.
Breathing through debris in slush,
Opt for gems with wondrous heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Visions of the Night

Good dreams, sweet dreams
Visions filled with wonder—
Flowing gently,
While we deeply slumber;
They take us far away
While we take rest from the day,
So make sure you close your eyes
And close them tight;
So you can see the visions of the night.

Moonlight, soft light,
Glowing through the windows,
Shadows dancing 
Softly on their tiptoes—
They pass the night away
In a nocturnal ballet
While the stars shine in a blazing silver-white;
How beautiful, these visions of the night!

Should we long for the coming of the setting sun,
Simply because it heralds the day's end;
Is it wrong if we want the moon to rise—
Just so that, we can stop and close our eyes?

Owls hooting, counting off the minutes,
Crickets chirping, mini violinists;
They set music for the stage
As the world turns a new page
And the lonely moon observes from her great height;
She's watching all these visions of the night.

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Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


Details | Free verse | |

Stuff I Wonder

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxiety about your shortness of time?
Is this life the one you had in mind as a child?
When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream?
Or is it your nightmare?
Or something in between?
If so, which parts are closest to your dream
and what were you doing
and how old were you
and who did you live with
as this became your dream?
Were these relationships good dream mentors for you?
How did you get to this day, this place, this vocation?
When did the nightmares start
and are they something more than the fear
of your own cherished dream's loss?
What is that one thing that sets you apart,
that is your unique character fingerprint?
How is your identity unique from all other identities alive now,
or in the past,
or in future generations?
And, if your uniqueness is no one thing,
but a constellation of attributes,
characteristics, dreams, fears, wisdom,
aspirations, relationships, memories,
then how is any one of those unique to you,
and if none is,
after due consideration,
then how are you not part of me
and all that is related to you
that is also related to others
that are less directly related to you,
on back to the emergence of memory capacity itself?
What do you imagine was that first memory?
Do you think it was of longing or belonging,
or somehow both,
like the contentment waiting within harmonic contention,
resolution waving toward our future,
still waiting in noncontentious background?
Is this content intuited as in-format-ionic,
to know and love nature's wise re-solutions?
Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,
Yin- and Yang-tempered resolutions,
optimizing balanced incoming diastolic form
and outgoing memory-folded content?
It's that prime permaculturally balanced,
optimizing enculturation's meaning
by minimizing  future's monoculturally rapacious dissonance?

Details | Rhyme | |


When midnight's velvet blanket
Is draped across the sky,
With wisps of cloud too thin to shroud
The star shine from your eye,
Pause a while to wonder
The things those stars have seen
Whilst drifting through the darkness
As you lay your head to dream.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Break the Clouds

Thrust up from the firmament and break the clouds.

Wring from the world the Water of Life in its crystalline perpetuity as raiment.

Bend the wind around your back and send to me the most undeniable of siren songs.

Send your mirage of eternity to these eye-blink lives longing for forever and I will bear my bones with feather-light heart to the sight of your object eye.

For only there can I see how tiny and fleeting are all my fears.
And all my triumphs.

Show me the illusion and may I know it for Smoke before the mirror.

The dreams of the Mountain haunt the step of every day.

Memories of freedom to those in chains.

What are they worth?

Nothing at all.
And Life itself.

Details | Rhyme | |


Rainy nights have hidden
the friendly moon that visited my flowery window;
that was two seasons ago...
when I told her big secrets and didn't conceal pain.

The red-eyed owls watched me strangely and pitied my loneliness;
was I insane for staying up so late? 
But sleep was like tasting real death...
I asked myself the same question, " Why dream until daybreak? "

The softness of the resplendent moonlight 
must return on the same hour, and paint this sad face with silver moonbeams;
only then my dark night will turn bright... 
to relive those summer's nights again and give life to another dream that gleams. 

Details | Lyric | |

Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.

Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith Kadell

Details | Haiku | |

Jade Bonsai - Haiku

     Jade Bonsai - Haiku

low light tolerant
wax green by black rocks landscape 
small tree, giant dreams  

Details | Sedoka | |

November Dreams

A red maple leaf
Gaily pirouettes for last;  
Nestles on dewy green grass.

This afternoon fall
I felt closer to my dreams.
I'll see you on November.


Details | Free verse | |

Where Do The Butterflies Go

Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns

The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?

They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown

A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?

Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade

And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air

It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go

Details | Ballad | |

Ballad of the Bouncing Self

At times I, like a butterfly,
May flit from bloom to bloom,
Or with my whimsy set sky-high
To outer space may zoom.
And yet, when all’s been said and done,
I follow what my fate has spun—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A Muse impels me on a spree
Of whirling swirling craft
Where poems must not mean but be…
Until I’m going daft.
But words, albeit finely wrought,
Can only catch a passing thought—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

When my reality looks pale
I frolic in a theme
From vivid myth, folklore or tale, 
Where dreams are what they seem.
And there where’er I romp and roam
I always feel a welcome home—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I’ve often fallen to the ground
And picked myself back up.
I’ve hungered for a loving touch
And sipped from passion’s cup.
My longings, cravings ruled my will;
Still never could I drink my fill—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A life led wrong, though full of song,
Will cause us to regret,
When pondering the winters long,
Our faults we can’t forget.
And then we’re washed in bitter tears
For senseless youth and wasted years—
As some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I said I want to live before
I die, in villanelle,
To learn where lies true wisdom’s door
And shun the gates to hell.
Yes, wayward ways can still begin
To seek and find the Way within—
For some may strive and not succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

– Harley White (July 4, 2014)

Details | Ballade | |

The real wealth

The real wealth.

Some folks like to dream a lot
About every little thing
They dream of having riches
And they want life to bring
Fame and fortune, love and joy
But they don’t even know
That all one really needs in life
Is that soft, sweet, tender glow.

I’ve met a lot of rich men
And read those tales of fame
Why would one ever want this?
It’s not my kind of game
I’ve looked at all the misery
That’s wrote into the eyes
Of those who thing they own the world
They never win the prize.

The prize be in you all the time
But most folk do not know
They live within those tiresome thoughts
They’ve lost sweet nature’s flow
They never hear that tiny whisper
That shadow deep within
They’re buried way beneath their truth
By the weight of all minds din.

25 June 2013 @ 0652hrs.

Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...

Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment


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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 6

Like a young girl, early river is inviting, 
Charms a plenty, but surprising secrets, 
We imagined potential rapids around every corner, 
A new born fawn and doe caught drinking, 
Whole families of hatchling ducks, 
So curious we could have fed them, 
Greeting silent canoe as larger ‘mother.' (8)    

Further down the river, older cousins
More attentive to true mother's warnings, 
Disappeared as if by magic (under water)     
Foraging lessons adapted to defense now, 
Dandelion seeds moving with the current
Scattered by a child's loving breath and wish
A river's view of duck development.

A magic too in river's meanders -
Sometimes they cut into each other
So that one loop votes itself out of action
Becoming obsolete to river flow, 
And wild rice growing there filters even more
The rich loam carried by cloud burst erosion
Always looking for a quiet place to call home.

Poet's Notes:
(8)    In Nature there is something called the ‘Imprinting Process' where young animals like ducks will follow what ever large animal presents itself if the real mother is absent for some reason. I think that this first group of hatchlings actually thought our canoe was their mother for a short period of time.

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My Dreams

I dream of sun , I dream of star .

I dream to go beyond too far .

I dream to run , I dream to fly .

I dream to rise above  the sky.

I dream to love , I dream to smile .

I dream to catch happiness for a while.

I dream of fun , I dream to dance.

I dream to renew world at a glance .

I dream of a birth , I dream of  a life .

I dream of a love that needs me to survive........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……

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Dreams and Memories Afield

 Dreams and Memories Afield

 Distantly dreaming of my wild and brazen younger years

 Memories of pleasant days hunting in forests dark and deep

 When thrills of getting completely lost held no fears

 Of fantastic chases across rushing streams , over hills so steep

 Sent delightful images of quickly shooting wild game to eat

 The delicious taste of nature's gifts of lean red meat

 Garnered by sweat of the brow and blast of the gun

 Skinned and carried home before the setting Sun

 O' the beautiful memories that one seldom ever forgets

 Of living, pain and joy, small little pleasures that life often begets

 Nature gives so many blessings that we fail to hear or see

 The beauty of flowers, singing of birds and shade of mighty oak tree.

Robert J. Lindley , 2011

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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…

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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?

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A woman's body

I dream of a woman's body 
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively 
becomes more slutty.
I'd like to play with it 
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until 
I've reached the treasure.

With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll 
keep scobba diving until 
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever. 

Some women than like to sever 
all ties and be the player. 
But when I dream of a woman's 
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.

But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....    


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Friendly Love

There are a lot of things to say
Why do I feel so alive when you're around?
There’s so much to do today
But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray
We're lying on the ground...
Looking at the stars overhead... 

You are my beloved friend – 
Our love won’t break or bend
I’ll love you until the very end…
I’ll love you endlessly…our happiness blends
Like coffee and cream– yum! 
I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren’t they? 

Our light will shine and burn out the night 
Maybe there’s a star in the sky that scorches with love 

You are my superb friend – 
Our love won’t wear off or wither away
I’ll love you until the day I die
I’ll love you every day…our delight will be
As sweet as pie – how appealing 
I know…these words are overused…aren’t they? 

Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle 
Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we’ll be like the seagull!! 
We could fly there and catch it someday
Fly……with me! Shoot the bull’s eye!
Our love will never die…so don’t say otherwise
Or I’ll sink in dismay

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Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground 
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled ground
Sealing the fate of the sparsely populated town.
Just before dawn I drifted in a fiery doze
I found myself at the foot of an unfamiliar hill surrounded
by numerous dwellings wrapped up in the company of unknown people .
I started digging in a garden encircled by a mysterious plot
Gardens that have been watered and well kept
Conceal dark secrets exposing shadows of death
Gardens pruned and overgrown packed with
Spinsters’ boots and children abandon in their youth.
Boots that flourished in spring; boots bearing woeful tides
Remain deep under the earth waiting to be unearthed.
I digged and digged deep down in the ground
And exhume a boot knee length long and another
a quarter foot long; I showed them to my daring neighbor 
but neither of them had a rightful owner.
I suddenly appeared in a house at the foot of the hill
And a man of fine nature abruptly walked in,
He asked for buns, picked up some paper and said that he was
going to attend a meeting on top of the hill. 
Yet the mystery remains a puzzle in numerous gardens in 
A sparsely populated city on the outskirt of town.
                                                                          ©2014 Christine Phillips

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Crossing the bridge

 Beyond the bridge the sweet,quiet and snow white home
Enjoyable walks replacing Endless crosslanes
Clean woods aroma exchanging for the Foul Streets
And quiet college with sidewalk in the Grass park
Rather than Concrete with no Rose to grow

And endless Yearbooks one could browse for hours
College small enough to find your Special Other
While student graduate and Think what is next
And when your turn comes you excitedly race
For College Paradise declares the world’s a Heaven
And everyone You greet is Sweet and Gentle
Instread of Harsh Thorns delicate fragrant flowers
Green grassy carpet exchanging Wrinkled Sand

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Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.

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The Old Crow

There was once an old crow.
An old crow there once was
who never pestered the world
with the sound of his caws.
There was once an old crow,
dreamed of being an owl,
and hated each time
passersby would scowl. 

He hated the taste 
of bugs, bread and lice,
and longed instead 
for wild field mice.

He despised the sun,
especially the way
it painted black on his feathers:
horrid black, everyday. 

He didn't understand
why he made such a poor nest,
and whispered to the sky
for a full, glorious crest.

When he studied the stars,
he saw no constellations,
but imagined them there: 
his best form of creation. 

He had not the beak
for wild field mice;
he had not the iris 
to see clearly at night.

But he did have the heart
and the courage to dream
of being an owl
and all that that means.

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 7

Oh let me sing of the river's people
No, not holiday boaters, but those rare few
Whose homes and hearts embrace the river, 
Trafficking in all that she so blithely carries.
Backyards a port of entry for wayward canoeists
Seeking naught but groceries and Dr. Peppers, 
Well, maybe an occasional Dairy Queen as well.

Dinners, showers, homes left open, conversations, 
Tales of those who came before, war stories, 
Worn proudly as they counted victory and loss as well, 
Fodder of a life well lived, trophies of significance
Those who wrote to thank them, those who didn't.
I see now too that I myself was not grateful enough, 
The safety of a home's backyard is holy ground.

Once as dusk was stooping lower
River banks loomed high above us 
Blocking view of a good night's campground
I spied tire tracks suggesting boat ramp
And pulled ashore to check it out.
Found above game warden's yard and home.
He drove us 30 miles to replace used camera film. (9)   

Poet's Notes:
(9)    The hospitality and generosity of the Minnesotan people we met on this trip was for me almost beyond belief. We truly were treated like celebrities.

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Fate, Destiny, Life

This turns of life
This magnificent world of ours
Turning seconds by minutes
And minutes by hours

We struggled to find what is there
To find the path we have been searching for
Forgetting the obstacles we went
Forgetting that every step leads to a blocking wall

The real eternity of life
Lies in the hands of the people who believe
Whether they had chose a dream to strive for
Or a dream that will be deceive

It is up to us to choose our fate
But not to let it control us
Whether the time moves on or not
Into the future or the past

We can't change Fate
It had already being done
Because it is the earlier decision you made
Doesn't matter on what you want

Decision, is that the true meaning of life?
The lives we live forever
The soul we kept inside ourselves
While we wait for the moving time

Is that how we believe all this years?
That the path depends on what we choose
What can you say if you never get that path
And the others win and you start to loose

You look forward to that endless dream
While you just keep dreaming
Your hands, legs and body remained numb
Inside your own feelings

Is the world so big?
While we are so small?
Can we be the stars and the clouds
Can we be the meteor fall?

Does the impossibility exists in this world?
Is the world too small and realistic?
How can we answer all of this?
Not even the wise who stated the specifics

Fate, Destiny and our Life
The Path, Decision and the World
The Creations where Humans do not realised
That the road of our journey is just one circular twirl

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 12

Chapter 12: Harvesting Wild Rice

Sorry! I am having trouble writing this chapter due to the fact that my knowledge of this quite interesting, I think, annual local event is based on 1968 memories and may not be factually accurate today. So this Chapter will not be released until I confirm that its information is accurate.

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soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.

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The Morning of My Brother's Funeral

As the wild bear ate the wild berry
She noticed a wild beauty of her own-rain.
She lived in Michigan
Blue rain kissed the green trees
But only one tree made her heart sing
Did the rain feel sorry for itself
Was the question ringing from dusk to dawn it did
And no one heard it but her. 
A storm was coming in the distance
A hurricane of peace forced her to dream big dreams
A dream from the younger version of herself
The tenacious one 
who would chow down on freshly carved crayons
Thinking thoughts of a sunny moon
Or who hear her taste buds
Singing among tall tall trees, blue blue rains.
She too has grown fond of wild things
As the night of regret fades
The bear, the berry, the rain, the wild
All beautifully crafted
Were these new sculptors of art
Proper artists without knives
So she sang of ol’ Michigan’s nature to gray skies.
This rainstorm was a storm of all storms
For she cried, she wept, and then she fainted
For she was the lonely wild berry
Desperate for more than rain
But oh t’was Michigan’s nature who lived in her
Pain was a mirror whose tears resembled her, 
for she was rain.
And all wild, sinful things were washed away
But what about the many sins of my dearest brother?
Was he not forgiven by his foolish wife
It was in his latter days,
That she finally had crept up close enough
To taste the voice of my brother’s sight
He too was a wild berry, 
So we placed a wild red rose on his warm stone. 
Why was my brother’s wife at this funeral?
She was not of him nor the rest of my family
My brother was blind enough to still seek
After Michigan’s beauty
Its nature he hungered for more and more
Wanting his thirst to be quenched
By that tangy orange sun, the blue rains,
The wild berries, the tall green trees. 
But it rained the morning of brother’s funeral
A funeral that hadn’t happened yet
For Michigan rain was but a dream with in dream 
Screaming chaos ever so silently, and so gently
That morning I reckoned the only
Stranger at my brother’s funeral was his wife
Yes, for we knew him
Even more so after his death
And that moment, Michigan’s nature, too, embraced us.

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Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 13

Chapter 13: Leaving the River

Our leaving the river I think surprised us both,
But the seeds were sown early in our preparations,
And shared philosophy of following our bliss,
Simply stated, the trip stopped being fun,
Prairie du Chien, Iowa, was just where it happened,
Three days of an unending slow drizzling rain
That wet our spirits and soaked us through.

To save weight our small canvas pup tent just held
Our cold weather Coleman zip together sleeping bags,
Lightweight down bags and backpacker’s tents,
Unknown to us if even available in 1968.
Room to stand up in a lightweight tent
With rain proof over fly to keep tent walls dry,
A luxury we had not even dreamed of

The river’s two-mile width cut pleasure in half
As now only events on one bank could be viewed
The opposing bank so distant as to be non-existent
The river’s reality imposing itself on our desires. (1)
Adventures are not something that you stumble into
A sadness or a great joy that life thrusts upon you
No, adventures are the imagination that you bring to life!

Brian Johnston
October 31, 2014

Poets’s Notes:
Although this is the final stanza of the poem it is possible that additional stanzas will be added before I am through with it. In particular I want to write a stanza #12 on Harvesting Wild Rice. This is pretty much a local event but at one time outsiders properly equipped could participate as well if they had a license and the proper equipment.

(1) Reality always imposes limits on imagination and our imaginations are never really as free as we might like to believe. Some circular logic here I imagine. Ha! Because we live in this reality though, we are usually unaware of how constrained our imaginations are, like a fish trying to imagine living outside of the water that defines its life. Pretty difficult!

The very word adventure carries with it a suggestion of thrill, danger, unexpected happenings, etc., all closely connected with pleasure and pain. Even defeat teaches us valuable lessons for the future. Those who only follow the easy course in life may be safer, but my guess is that they are also more bored and boring.

Finding life to be a pleasurable adventure may even be independent of the paths you chose, having much more to do with the possibilities that you are open to on your path. Imagination is one key to a well lived life. Give yours a chance! Adventure happens when you embrace your own life, when you choose it, ideally even own it. Disaster is what happens when you absolve yourself of any responsibility for what has happened to you.

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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…

…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.


The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude

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The mountains stand soaring, touching the sky,
Their snow-capped craniums held high.

The brooks and the rivers, crystal clear
Carry the Essence of Life - water so dear.

The air is always untainted and clean
Dust and dirt forever unseen.

The shrubbery and vegetation are flourishing fast
“The Slash and Burn age” is now the past.

Dreams, you see, are peculiar things,
Unknown and unseen into our mind it clings.

Some come true while others fade,
This dream, O Lord, let it not fail.

‘Coz this little dream is not just mine,
It’s yours and theirs; it is growing…the line.

Let’s not stand aside and stare away,
Let’s get into action and pave the way.

To make this world a cleaner one.
To make our short stay much more fun. 

Day by day, hour by hour,
Let’s build up our dream destination.


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Coming Back

Spreading out my blanket on the grassy hill,
The warm wind makes it dance in my hand.
My hair gently mingles with the summer breeze,
And my eyes seem to fondle this fair land.

Trees have greened and blanketed my valley,
Only one tall steeple pierced the dell.
I smile and then lay down up on the hillside,
With contented knowledge whispering, all is well.

As I close my eyes my senses are awakened,
A hint of honey makes me long for more.
So I try to capture scents with every intake,
Lying at nature’s pantries open door.

Far away I hear a sound so softly 
sh sh, sh sh a combine hums so sweet.
It calms my inner being as I lay there,
I’m weightless now for I have gone to sleep.

I’m trapped inside a maze as I awaken,
Ebony has hoarded my bright light.
Now sitting on the blanket in my bedroom,
I try to wish it back with all my might.

Tears now gently moisten sulky cheekbones,
Thoughts appear and plummet out at me.
I start to smile and now am really thankful,
For the dream that brought me back to Germany.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest #13. Poem not entered previously.
Poet Destroyer 

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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.

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And so he desires both

Life without a dream is like a dream without a life
And so he desires both
A life without water is like water without a life
And so he desires both

Water without a glow is like a glow without water
And so he  desires both
Hope without yoke is like yoke without hope
And so he desires both

A crown without a home is like a home without a crown
And so he desires both
A stem without its root is like a root without its stem
And so he desires both


For Russell Sivey's "Dreams" Contest

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 1

Overflow of the waters of Lake Itaska
You carry your wealth to the waiting world, 
Mighty Mississippi, half savior, half sewer, 
Plant and animal wastes, dissolved minerals, 
Venting prairie deluge, dividing a Nation, 
Exposed aquifer of Great Plains, home of Buffalo ghosts, 
And their equally threatened ancestor, the prairie dog.

Standing at your mouth I can wade your depths, 
Even jump your width in places, 
Though it is more difficult than the boy imagined, 
And the winter's overgrowth problematic.
Your lightning like flash across the land (1) 
Has haunted my dreams the whole of my life
And pulled at my soul like the moan of distant trains.

Now I am here at last, my dream becoming liquid, 
Wooden oars, tent, canoe and provisions waiting, 
Dr. Peppers stored in a sturdy ice chest.
I am more than ready to see the world through your eyes, 
And to meet the sea as well in your company (if fate allows.)  
My wife a novice and myself not much more, 
We launch ourselves, glissando (2) toward New Orlean.

Brian Johnston
Sept. 19, 2014

Poet's Notes: 
Everything in this poem is true as I can best remember. I was 28 at the time and my wife Kathy was 24  so it has been a few years ago that we did this. The eight chapters so far are not the end of this poem. I have at least 3 more chapters planned, one on portaging around dams, one on going through locks (beginning in Minneapolis-St. Paul) , one on leaving the river after traveling over 1,000 miles in 7.5 weeks, and then a final clean up including lessons learned and post trip consequences.

(1)    'lightning like flash' - I was imagining here how much the path taken by the Mississippi across the land actually resembles a lightning bolt's flash across the sky to earth.
(2)     glissando - A musical word meaning a gradual sliding  (transition)     in tone from one note to the next note on the musical scale.

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 10

Chapter 10: Modern Dams & Locks

A highpoint of our whole trip, a lock and dam,
Originally St. Anthony Falls in Minneapolis - St. Paul.
Can you imagine how Spanish explorers felt
Entering California’s Golden Gate for the first time?
It lay undiscovered for over two hundred years
Of coastal exploration by the Spanish,
Seen first by hunters on a land expedition in 1769!

First completed in 1963, this amazing lock,
56 X 400 feet long, drops your boat over 49 feet.
When we pulled the chain signal above the lock,
Two men came out to look over a concrete wall
Because they could not see us from the control room.
When they saw our tiny canoe, they had hysterics,
And then let us go through the lock by ourselves.

The heavy upstream gates closed and then
The water underneath us started churning
As valves were opened that let out the water
On the downstream side, and sky above us
Disappeared as if we were descending to hell.
Normally one would have to wait until the lock
Was full of small boats, once again we were royalty.

Brian Johnston
October 28, 2014

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 4

Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water, 
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey, 
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe, 
A canvas topping lashed everything in securely, 
Offered some weather proofing for sensitive gear, 
Our sleeping bags, some staples, and clean clothing.

Cameras were kept in waterproof pouches
That stayed within easy reach of paddlers, 
Fishing rods and car mounts for the canoe, 
In case we burned out, topped the load, 
With ice chest and Dr. Peppers easily accessible.
In high spirits we set out on the next leg, 
Destination Cass Lake's Boy's Camp Chippewa.

I had traveled this leg before as a twelve year old, 
By canoe, but with less luxury, until Bemidji, 
Where each of our crew went to a late movie, 
And downed a Paul Bunyan Special banana split
One banana and seven scoops of ice cream, 
Camp four miles across open water long after dark, 
With only a fire on a distant shore to guide us home. (4)

Poet's Notes:
(4) People die pulling stunts like this. In fact strong winds arose forcing  us to shore shortly after we started, light rain and lightning flashes high in the sky! We had to pull our canoes wading in the dark along the shore for 3 hours to reach our camp. Our counselors pledged us all to secrecy for they would have been fired had management known the danger they put us all in.

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My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?

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What If

What if I told you the sky was purple 
and that the clouds were really a dark green 
could you imagine the luscious possibility 
Or is your mind a reality check machine 

Take a trip into your subconscious 
maybe what you see is a dream 
maybe the stars bleed blue 
as red seeps into the ocean stream 

We are taught as a child what to think 
The language and colors of life 
And not to challenge the system 
Not to looks back, like Lot's wife 

So imagine, you lay out in a field 
Yellow grass sways in the wind 
The lavender sky stretches before your eyes 
and nature's balance hazily ends 

Forget what you've been told 
Forget it while you can 
Before you become too senile 
Because time waits for no man 

The clouds are green I tell you, 
The vast oceans are red 
The purple skies adorn a silver moon 
As it shines through the window near my bed 

Sleep well love, because in the morning 
The skies will once again be blue 
After your imagination sobers 
The possibilities become few. 

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Lady Of The Ocean

The sun is sinking over the beauty of her ocean.
Chords playing rhythms of love on guitar.
The warmth of the summer breeze
blowing through her soft silky hair.
Seagulls hovering over the Santa Barbara pier.
Sands of time sifting through her toes.
Lightly touching her consciousness  
as the sensations pass over her body.
Reading her novel of loves
that have long come to pass,
she listens to the sounds of Heaven
played from her cloud.
She glances at the brightness of the
setting sun through her dark shaded lenses.
Visions of grandeur appear before her eyes.
They quickly fade to dreams 
as she drifts off into a slumber.
But then  the memory slips away
as she awakens to the crash of the sea 
against her shore.
And all that is left is the magic spell that she is under.
My lady of the ocean,  
the mirror in the sky
holds your portrait in captivity. 
An image of a stranger, 
still you've never come to know.
In disguise you hide your burdens 
upon display near animosity...
towards the fruit that tastes of passion,
but bears the seed that never grows.

Michael 2/16/2014

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The three fork

trees are building the walls
the sun shows the stalls
leaves color the roof
along the path I hoof

damped footsteps resonate
wait and hesitate
in front a three fork 
a forested torque 

along the smallest path 
with a homely lath 
branches move aside
light rises a new tide 

talking causes a blot 
a small hidden spot
with a heavenly gun
a pond mirrors the sun

©Ellie Daphne 2013

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 2

Deliberately provisioned light on our departure,
Bemidji, Minnesota, is our first port of call.
Though eighty miles by river's reckoning, 
This first stretch is an annual competition
That canoeing experts make in one day, 
But my sister, concerned about our safety, 
Vows to wait for us three days there.

First days were slower than expected, 
Trees were down requiring portage, 
Small bridges also posed a problem, 
Unpacking, carrying canoe around obstacle, 
Then repacking, before paddling once more, 
Light snow danced as we made camp, 
Those first nights well below freezing mark.

It's not a well known fact, but mosquitoes
In Minnesota snort anti-freeze in the local gyms, 
As a part of their pre-season training. (3)    
However their proboscis' cannot get through
A two inch thick down jacket except at seams, 
Which creates matching patterns on one's back, 
When campers forget to spray clothing too..

Brian Johnston
October 19, 2014

(2) More Mosquito Jokes... 
a. In Minnesota the State Bird is the mosquito. 
b. Two mosquitos in Alaska are carrying off a human baby and one says to the other, 'Quick, let's get him to the forest and hide him before the bigger guys take him away from us! '

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 3

Perhaps halfway to Bemidji we met a cleaning crew
Removing fallen trees but it helped us little
As they had only just started when we saw them.
The riverbed was much lower than fields it cut
So our vision was mostly of what lay ahead.
There must have been hidden springs though
For the water soon was deeper than our oars.

We really had no way to measure progress, 
But pressed hard knowing Holly was waiting, 
The evening of the third day, cooler ice intact, 
And air temperatures over 40 Degrees, 
Camped in pastures, no signs of human dwellings
Our propane stovetop making cooking easy, 
With clouds of friendly gnats, shielding us from sun! (4) 

Four and one half long days after departure
The first signs of ‘manfall' lessened guilt
As we crossed under a modern bridge, 
My sister in beach front motel, called police.
Planes had been flying the river for two days
But the tree cover there hid us from view…
Food, baths, and bed capped perilous undertaking! (5)  

Brian Johnston
October 21, 2014

Poet's Notes:
(4)     This line reminds me of a letter I sent to my mother when I was teenager putting up hay stacks to feed cattle in the winter in South Dakota. I mentioned the friendly gnats in her letter too and talked about how much money I was saving on sun tan oil but complained that there were so many that they blocked out the sun completely so that I could not get a tan! But then I added that, in spite of this, I really didn't mind the gnats because they protected me from large flying red ants! 
(5)     My sister was so worried by our late arrival that search and rescue planes were sent out flying the river in search of our bodies! Ha! 

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 5

'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents, 
Nature's setting for Star Island's fresh blue berry thickets, 
Brisk, though swimmable waters, still safe to drink.
Cass Lake - child of the first dam, city sewage dumped below.

Kathy and I were warmly received by Chippewa's staff, 
And given a hot meal and tour by the owner's son.
Though it was too early for the new season's initiates, 
The rustic setting and friendly staff made us feel at home.
Early afternoon found us approaching the dam's spillway, 
Though Kathy thought me crazy, we unloaded the canoe, 
And I paddled it alone through the one open gate, YAAHOO! ! 

How many dreams can you remember coming true? 
This whole trip was a waking dream, a gift for me, 
Including having a wife who was willing to share it.
Miles of river already, dust shaken from our gunnels, 
Adventures of the days to come hanging like a white sheet
Strung between trees in an unwired, impoverished village, 
Only imagination powers the projector of what can be. (7)   
Poet's Notes:
(7)     This wonderful image is the child of an experience from my American Peace Corps experience in East Africa. Once a month a VW Van would show up in even the most remote villages and they would hang up a white sheet across ‘main street' and show ‘free' older movies to the locals like ‘Tarzan, The Ape Man.' Villagers thought that Tarzan was quite a funny, if stupid guy. You don't talk to monkeys you eat them! Of course, then, between every reel, there would be ten minutes of hard core advertising  for everything from toothpaste to cigarettes to alcohol and always girls hanging on the arm of the man buying these products! I always assumed that advertisers paid for these monthly films but I do not know that to be true.

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The Swaying of the Grass



A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,


sashaying in the summer breeze.




Along the path,
lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,
tickling ankles,


swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing the remnants of pain away.




Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,


to silently be.




Walking on,
savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,


nudging dimming light to take leave,


of the day

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 8

Every journey worth its salt has rocky places
Bank to bank filled with frothing white water, 
The economics of avoidance, steering a lean course, 
Avoiding higher peaks that thrill - vouchsafed to others.
Rest days taken during times of lower water
Even portaging some sections altogether, 
Below one dam a three mile jumble of boulders.

Only one stretch really caught us napping.
Truth be told it really had me worried, 
But knowing that we were riding higher water
I steered as best I could between foaming protrusions
That prudence whispered likely hid a rock.
Just once, as I recall, we grounded on gravel bar, 
But I pushed us off before current turned us broadside. (10)

Minnesota's rollicking Mississippi is a charmer, 
And many State Campgrounds court her boundaries, 
Some even have hot water showers and manicured sites, 
But a pall of mosquitoes infests more timbered parks
That no wind short of a tornado has the power to disperse, 
We ate our evening meals under beekeeper's hats and nets, 
It is funny when mosquitoes dive bomb cooling plates of food.

Poet's Notes:
(10) This is a real danger for a canoe in a rapid. A canoe that turns broadside to the rushing water can be rapidly filled with water and swamped.

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A Wild Wish

Into the wild I wish to go
Where birds fly free and flowers grow
To lose myself in state of mind
That other folks will rarely find
I want to find that special place
Where not a man has turned his face
I wish to sail the unseen waves
Of wind rushing through wild caves
To climb the mountains in all their height
And once atop in the view delight
To smell a rose and run with deer
Out in the wild I'll have no fear
Far away from any man
The noise and bustle that rule the land
When darkness falls I settle down
And listen to the owl's wise sound
I'll sleep beneath the watchful moon
And stars that shine o'er silent dune
When dawn springs forth and sun comes out
Awake I'll rise with joyous shout
Into the wild I wish to go
In summer sun or winter snow
To lose myself and then I'll find
The part of me that once was blind

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 11

Chapter 11: The Problem with Lakes

Canoes and larger lakes don’t mix well I’m afraid,
The rough equivalent of a margarita and a toothpick.
On the Mississippi a lake means a dam somewhere,
The scenic route buried now under dam water
Its prurient writhing now veiled from prying eyes
By puritanical hedonists more interested in flood control
And water reserves, than glacial art or Sculptor’s knife of water.

The placid appearance of a lake is modern quicksand
For a loaded canoe with its low running boards,
The wake of pleasure craft the worst as dilettantanti
In power’s limits, rush to greet you, cameras flashing.
The huge commercial barges pushed by true power craft
With opposing twin screws, create almost no wake at all,
But neither can they stop on a dime, so best stay clear.

Many Mississippi lakes cannot be seen across
And though the shortest path from entrance to egress
May be obvious to you, it may not be the wisest choice.
A day’s weather can change in minutes, who’s to warn you,
And some lakes can take hours to cross, what’s Plan B?
You’ve no flight plan, the lake may be deserted, who’ll miss you,
And a sudden wind’s waves on a large lake can kill you.

Brian Johnston
October 29, 2014

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Canoeing The Mississippi - Part 9

Chapter 9: Portaging Older Dams

Eleven Minnesota dams we had to portage
All without clear use for folks today
But as the Mississippi is a ‘navigable’ river.
Owners are required by law to transport boats
Around these artificial barriers to ‘commerce’
And ‘social intercourse’ (like our canoe.)
This can make the dam owners hard to find!

Most of these dams backed up water only
For short distances, historic nuisances today,
Maintained only now to prevent further damage
To the altered ecosystem they themselves created,
A rare incidence of business being held responsible.
Or a clever ruse to avoid the real clean up costs?
It’s hard to trust that anyone alive is not ‘Me! Me! Me!’

But the owner’s of the dam with the three mile 
Impassible boulder field below it won our praise.
A pickup was sent with two strong men
Who picked up the canoe gear and all,
Slipped it into the back, and tied it down.
Within an hour we were back in the water,
Paddling downstream with the current.

Brian Johnston
October 28, 2014

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Truth Begins at the Corner

Remember to always make sure to bless the days that you are given, because they are few, and beauty only lasts so long! 
Hold tight my fair wonderer, your day will come. I will be with you again.
The lost soul of your childhood still roams the crevices of your forgotten past. 
The unrestrained faith in the wonders of the woods, the vastness of the cosmos, and the darkness of the night still lingers beneath the rough waters of maturity and age. 
Come with me again my friend and lose yourself in the joy of the unknown, the unplanned, and the chaos of a life on fire! I can take you there, if only you let go! 
Be with me, take part of me with you, and feel the self that we are. Perfect in spoiled admiration of instincts lost since the time I awoke without you.
The id consumes you with a savage passion, while the ego ever so gently licks the tears from your wounded breast. 
My mind strives to unbutton the layers of worldly impurities until I reach your core. Pure as the first light we accepted into our virginal eyes. 
Wrapped in body and blindness, our forms ached as we accepted this gift. As we unfolded into light, a passionate awakening of nature stirs the breath and frightens the senses, the initiation of spirit begins. 
I long to stay. The only I there is in this ephemeral abyss. I loathe all blessings bestowed upon my eye, but the light penetrates with ruthless contempt for all we have created, harshly illuminating the disparities of night and day, nature and nurture, love and death, you and I. 
I curse the light, and in desperation implore for the beginning to come to an end. For now I see you, and now I know… never were.  

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Rounding Out Reality

            Rounding Out Reality

Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality

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Caesura Aquatica

Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy quay, girdles stymie ebbs,
but he cannot dream aloft a dream she confers...

O'er to woo hand in hand, thou overture unto Sirocco,
Plagues thy pirate ships, quakes men with mar,
His and his only demand, an aegis for lagoons amidst...
Once deluged, sun askew above, one abyss of bagatelles

Deters a tocsin, feign mooting mammals, thy kin a boon,
Aquatica, thee damsel for diminuendos, spurns thy sire,
Her gentle mettle, calls thee, His fervor season calentures...
Aloof thy celestial kisser, nay thy nine, vim domiciles solitary

Doomed skulls ravish, an age id by ice, culls thee, for chastity,
Some may not know, we died to have our love live, over and again,
Amity vows posy littoral seaflowers, buoys colonnades of adventure...
thence, cradles await upon matins, sail thy Oceanus genesis, amen.

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The new journey

Nature is my travelogue
She poses in mystery
As we surge through backroads
The temporary compartments of our lives
Crested infrastructure upon circling migrations

I am without token
The sun falls unrestrained
Daring capture of fluid magic
Or slitting through our mountainous rubble

Each post ventures a veinous riptide
Grasping on baked bellies, we pose
Parking lots sprawling the half turn
Destiny is without a shape

The tune of mercury spasms a punctured clock
Bargains without a back
And barriers that spiral the inevitability
We have just begun

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Autumn's Dream


If I were the month of Autumn
I know my dream would be
To remain emblazoned on the countryside
In the leaves of every tree

Alas! I must relinquish
My dream to winter's snow
Waiting patiently for Spring time
For more leaves on me to grow

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Winds of Change

Like the winds gone by
The feelings come and go
One time strong and powerful
Able to move through most encounters
Other times small and insignificant
Power stripped from time and lack of flow
Always left feeling lost and yearning
Yearning for the time when things were stronger
Strong Prevail...

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I ran upwards

I ran upwards though my soul was chasing itself
a body deprived of hopes,
a boulder against the wind.
Horizon lines 
of worlds apart
embraced each other,
behind the top.

Trees failed to stop my soul,
happiness failed to stop my body.
I flew and I rolled, 
torn in two essential dilemmas...

To fail or to succeed?
To live or to fall prey...
to myself... to the world...
to my unspoken horrors.
To die or to fall prisoner
to reality? To deceit?
To myself...

I ran upwards, among figures of people,
and angels, 
and trees, 
and past God.
And when my soul hit the bottom, 
my body found pieces
of the Zenith, the bridge, the alley to conquer, 
beyond time and meaning, 
for my soul was a conqueror, 
and my body 
fell dead.

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Moon Sailing

If I could go to the moon
I would want to go sailing
Zooming past swirling constellations 
My stormy eyes going wide in awe
With supernovas exploding
Green, purple, red, and blue
The colors coming to life 
A loud ringing in my ears
The man in the moon my captain
Showing me his cosmic playground
As I gaze upon his kingdom 
I am left with wonder in my heart
A song in my soul
And a dream in my mind
If I could go to the moon
I would want to go sailing

Brittany Larson
Francine Roberts Moon...Contest

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Untitled Dover Beach

Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
    Melting away this earth-stone base
    Atop which rests the sky

Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
    Beneath the white gulls crying
    And the moon-tides dying

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Thought Bank


                   We jump off the delirious thoughts into measured wisdom
                 Big huge chains of thought and mists of dream boat invention
                                  While out on leave from the present day
                                  The world turns another inch in your favor
             Misty morning metal armor, the dream bent on delivering the goods
                                 Trying to peel the outer layer of a person
                              Trimming the infested material born drumbeat
                           Hey man it's one more time and I'll be on my way
                      Back to the brilliant splash of molten storybook teamwork

                                              Jeffrey Bovee 01/11/2012

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Winters Magic Wand

What dreams of beauty or wildest imagination could ever match these wonderful ageless scenes,
Of a fairy tale forest glittering and sparkling in an evergreen mead showing off its silvery pines,
A blue diamond frost bathed in the whitest moonlight, backed by a trillion bright twinkling stars.
The foliage of the trees touched by winter’s magic wand, from an ice queen on a cold January night,

As a boy I saw these nights in the clear sky and it looked like a dome with blue lighted candles,
Reflecting off a frosted carpet that glinted and dazzled sometimes catching a roe deer’s wide eyes
In those long gone days I felt no cold watching a fairy tale wonder of a cold clear, sharp night,
But these moments have misted in my older years, my wiser years, but never completely forgotten.

Speeding to old age wisdom is my gift I was uncluttered and so very much wiser back in those days,
I sometimes try to think hard about my boyhood memory but it needs a clear mind for clear sight,
Taking me back to the meadows in time staring in wonder at those silvery sparkly evergreen trees,
Again I think as a young boy who does not feel the cold, smelling scents from frozen pine needles.

My future is written and I understand why the memory of this night must be so very vivid today,
Because I know when those final moment arrive my eyes gently cloud, and close for the last time,
I will dream a twilight dream between both of my worlds' then soar back upon the winds of time,
To stand again in evergreen woods reliving my moonlit scenes, again still not feeling the cold.

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Over a Bath Tub

There were tiny clouds
in the bathroom. I could see
the glimmers from a universe
of air and bubbles, 
inside my reach,
pinpricks in the
transparent air.
I dream I am so small
I can live my life
of travel and romance
on a pinprick planet
floating over a bathtub.

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I Dreamed a Dream Last Night

I dreamed a dream last night
Of flowers colored vivid bright
Of forests dappled rays of light
Of blue birds singing while in flight

I dreamed of whispers on the breeze
Singing gently through the trees
Of busy humming bumble bees
Winging by with wondrous ease

I dreamed of peace upon this earth
Of joy and laughter and much mirth
Of happy mothers giving birth
And others who proclaim their worth

I dreamed of oceans deep and wide
Of ebb and flow of changing tide
And how the froth on billows ride
And angels standing at my side

My slumber now has given flight
As I awake with great delight
Knowing that the world is right
Because I dreamed a dream last night

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Primrose Blossom

A sapling restrained from its dirt prison
Wanting to sail across the vast seas
Yearning for liberation

Rain brew in the mighty sky
The little sapling endured valiantly
The sporadic growth of the sapling now on tie

Tempest devoured by the radiant sun
Absorbing nutrients from the sun’s jubilance
The days till maturity became none

The petals of the primrose began to blossom
A majestic scent pervaded the boundless air
The options veered from lean to awesome

Spain, Germany, Belgium, and France
Foreign mountains, towers, and customs
Now in sight from the blossom dance

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Two Lost Parts Make the Golden One

The stream slid past slowly..
A gathering of ten thousand sparkling jewels
Pooled water, unaffected by the movement and motion, mirrored the mighty sky..
The image was not sharp or precise
It was softened and blurred, more a dream state...
Time rolled past like an ancient tide
Somewhere from darkened depths
Depths that delivered memories...
The reflections muted, still
Within those memories was born an understanding, a knowledge...
For as the night sky needs the moon, and the day the sun...
Two lost parts, make the golden one....TAH

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Who can won the War?

>Understanding, Up and down has a different level
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>Life is the combination of a different level
>Color, caste, race, religion, is a target feeble
>Is it natural discrimination or a variety of nature?
>Time has taken centuries for its identity a grapple ?
>Twenty centuries skill and experience is human growth pedal.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal
>A fight for power or a grace: the honor of bravery,
>Different matters have misunderstanding a level of slavery,
>Non co-operation or misjudged by the expectations
>What do you think: who can learn all about having a clevery?
>What is truth if God is one: religion has race and caste bundle?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>How long time nature took to purify the water and fresh air?
>To grow healthy food: to differentiate the poison less affair,
>Time has taken a long to develop gravity for a planet?
>Why has only Earth a source of existence an oxygen care?
>Is natural process for welfare also not feasible?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal
>A process is for understanding, and sense of co-operation
>Experience and non-cooperation seems beneficiary dedication,
>Nature is powerful can ruin within few seconds if a man can do,
>but Honey Bees never mixed poison in their sweet production,
>Who can protect life and civilization if a person fails to handle?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>Nobody can won the war: not a meaning of Liberty,
>Ancestor has tried all but struggle is a root of fraternity,
>Efforts for peace is a struggle by a dedicated person,
>We need rest after all a long struggle is natural eternity,
>Only peace can provide, a sense of Love; affection of cuddle.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>Who can won the War: why does a person dream a War?
>How long a personal existence is? Only present is our,
>We need to learn more how to live on Earth?
>Future is uncertain: A dream of heaven is only a future,
>All Depends upon circumstances only nature can won a saddle.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.

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Beginners on Roads

  I remember gazing at, through some moving vehicle:
         the foggy mountains mystical; the setting sun; the distant blue sky. 
                  It (landscape) winked, 
            and I (confused) waved back;
                 It (landscape) shuddered 
                     and I (resolute) held its hand. 
       Then the area went black and white. 
Meandering words, empty and transparent, filled what was once a visual scene. 
         I attempted to organize my thoughts, 
   readjust my lessening vision, reassign colors to words, place invisible meaning 
             into a little box called order and logic. 
        But the earth cared not for my pedestrian opinions or my confused and idealistic musing,
 romantic staring as some derivative form of deep, abstract thinking. 
          I asked her what do the wandering clouds mean, the chanting brooks and the whispering wind? 
                 And she said everything and nothing. 

Everything and Nothing… 
Well then the Earth is truly a genius, isn't she? 

There is no meaning to be found, except for some formless, shapeless mass, 
         odorless and austere like blank crumpled paper.  
I attempted to mold it, to shape it, to essentially create a somethingness out of nothingness
    … like some God. 
The clump, then, went flat, and then disappeared.  
    And the scene returned, 
          and the mountains were back just in time to be passed by my window. 
     And that left me staring dumbfounded, 
     for now there was no tool to interpret the return of coquettish waves and the expansive skies. 
 I kept riding in the vehicle, still hopelessly staring into the vast sunset.

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Tower of Shame

Remains the same
But, I'm sure I'm its victim

I feel ugly and slim

The tower 
Of darkness
Leading me to distress...

I'm in a miserable mess

The pill
Of sadness
Swallowing me whole - I'm hopeless

My gratitude transforms to frustration...
Do you sense my agitation...? 

The steel
In MY heart
Pounding me to death...


Away from the 
Dark and morbid tower
Throwing bricks at me... 
I'm choking on the dry paint of filthiness

Do you hear my screams?
Do you feel my stress?
Will you keep me in your dreams?
Do you want me to be full of happiness?
Do you want to rest for the day
OR put it aside and increase my dismay?

Has no beautiful name
But, it sure gets me 
Worked up and distressed...
When I look back at the tower, 
I don't feel the best...
Let me flee!! Let me rest... 

...or I'll feel tired and depressed

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Things go awry but life moves on anyway
There's love and laughs and takes for gain
For every high there is low and loss the same
A fight against change let my good times stay
Please remain please remain they never stay.

Things aren't right but life moves on anyway
The further from the center the more we cycle and change
Until our change too starts to stagnate
Somewhere between we see spring to heat
'Till the leaves are no longer green or breathe.

Things get ****ed but life moves on anyway
How lucky are we? To wonder and dream
Of a life where we might have shared love between?
When the empty we heed echos of a world in need
How lucky - just how lucky - are we?

Details | Quatrain | |

I dream of spring

With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.

I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.

I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
 They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.

The days grow much longer I see so much light.
 It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.

I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
 I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.

I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
 Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.

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Florida animals

Key Deer are tiny,
Prancing around on the islands,
Key Deer are mammals.

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Beauty of the Mind

A fiery solstice of tranquil compassion and lie high in the sky in a beautiful fasion, in a blanket of bright in the night as you look like a dream you had read of as a child in a book, so suble they move, well it seems it is so, but you could just be blinded from that terrible glow, now you thought of a dream that you could compare, but its not just a dream it is a nightmare, not lucid at all , you have no control like evading the gravitation of a timeless blackhole, do not be afraid it was all just a dream can be happy or sad, its whatever you percieve, just remember my pretender it is all inside you'll find, so many possibilities its the beauty of the mind.

Details | Free verse | |


Where are you my sweet spring time,
I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved
Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite,
For yours is the very breathe of life itself,
The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth,
Nourished by the gentle breezes that you
Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty,
A timeless wild flower of single elegance.
It sleeps this brilliant Tiffany bulb, curled up
Tightly within its raw soil bedding dreaming,
Oh thee, oh sweet springtime, but frozen
She remains in a status freeze, waiting for
A soft whispering from nature
She comes be at the ready, child of the sun.
Beneath winters icy chill, lays fields of dreaming
Blossoms, here the verities of the pallet array
Dips into the rainbows stratospheres, melting
Within the earth below, to create the beautiful
Bouquet that spring will draw forth.
Nay the white hands of winter, smack harshly
Against my window panes of sorrow,
Yet within my heart is hope of the tomorrow,
And the glorious joy to come, with the on set
Of the promises of spring.
The burning logs of holiday cheer have lost
Their romantic luster, the sleds sharp blades
Are placed aside, it’s just too cold outside for
Laughter’s enchantment to take hold.
The shovels of white diamonds fields that
Once glistened so magically now remain
Dual and tarnished, just a chores aimless
Task of back aching pain to be done.
I’m waiting for the breathless color burst,
To feel the warmth of the sun against my
White skin of palest ivory, and to hear the
Street children at play once more, outside
My prison door.
For here I’m still looking out my window,
At a wintery wonderland of ice and snow,
Waiting for the spring, tired and weary of
The splendor of white lace, and snowflakes.
Where are you my sweet spring time,
I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved
Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite,
For yours is the very breathe of life itself,
The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth,
Nourished by the gentle breezes that you
Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty,
A timeless wild flower of single elegance.

Dedicated and inspired by My Sister Poet Mystic Rose

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The Werewolf Dream

The Lure Of The Beast is the Wolf Man's Werewolf Dream.
It was written by Samia Arroyo and it inspired the following theme;
He stalks and pounces upon his prey. He savagely needs now to be fed,
and that's when the wolf man arose from his sleep in his make shift bed.
It had all been a dream about that werewolf thing,
or was he unconsciously experiencing a state of true wolf being?
The howls of the distant pack are what awakened him.
He recognizes the howl. The pack has made a killing
and like a true werewolf the wolf man claims his filling
by giving the carcass a very thorough butchering.
He claims all the prime meat he'll preserve, cook and prepare,
but every other pack member will also all get a full equal share.
No longer did the wolf pack risk losing their kill to a grizzly bear.
not as long as their Wolf Man was there.
He could butcher a complete carcass and be out of there
long before there would be any sign of any bear,
leaving behind the wolves to run off and comfortably eat their share.
The Wolf Man and his pack had a relationship beyond compare.
There wasn't anymore fighting or dominating among the wolf pack.
The Wolf Man was alpha, all the wolves agreed with that.
He made every one of their kills count, the pack's bellies were always fat,
but every now and then, the werewolf dream comes back.
The werewolf dream still haunts him occasionally.
I believe It's just his inner wolf attempting to break free.
The more time he spends with this pack, the more a wolf he will  be.
At times he must be a werewolf with a savage cold heart
especially when hunger pangs continue to grow closer apart.
but the Wolf Man's life is anything but all dark.
The wolves make his life here in the wild a lot much less harsh.
They do the hunting and the killing
he does the butchering and the dispensing.
It works well for the wolves and it works well for him.
The Wolf Man and his wolves are co surviving.

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Living Through It

I am fine
I will survive 
After every time 
I live, I will get mad 
At you sometimes 
You do mind, 
I don't get your kind 
I will find,
Another way to get signed 
To find some other way 
To not be in your day 
Crawly to find other ways 
To be no-where to be found
Running with unsound like a ninja unbound.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Velvet Magic

Woodland to saunter, 
Braced  up across the sky, 
Tendrils of leaves curl like locks
Fresh the mist sprinkling my face.
An airspray of soft raindrops
Flow on her fair bluewater
As goblins play and whistle
Joy in her embrace.

Velvet lays on ground
My dream-like eyes sparkle,
While blooms come dancing 
A sweet merry-go-around
 The light tap on the skin,
 Curious lips to ponder 
 Every magical whim.

 Somewhere to surrender, 
 Melting down my cheeks
 Upon the forest floor
 Wisp of comfort streaks.
 In absence of reason,
 A moment of wonder,
 In her arms blessing seasons,
 Velvet in the sky.

For The Magical Forest Contest

Details | Rhyme | |

To Be Free

Hear the rain upon the window seal, See the flash of the lighting, Shutting my eyes to dream of Being that rain falling unto the soft soil below, Soaking into the ground flowing freely Throughout earth’s various underground destinations. Dreaming of being that lightning, Flashing so bright to light up the whole nighttime Sky, Striking down showing my Powerfulness letting it fade’ away with A ferocious bang leaving the ground shaking below me, Yes a dream it is to be that wonderful rain, Or be that magnificent lightning upon the dark blue sky. To wish to be every stormy night to come so I shalt know how it is, To become so free and let the world, see me for me.

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For the love of Nature -Short

People say always treat others how you want to be treated. but I guess the same doesn't go for nature, not many try to meet it we tear it down and eat from it but hardly ever feed it. organized nature isn't the same if you don't let it thrive no wonder some many things are being extinct and unable to survive and at this rate that will soon be us. In God for most but in Nature I trust. So respect others but the World? Respect we must.

Details | Free verse | |

Mr. Moon

Mr. Moon, can I share my problem with you?
There is something that makes me blue
Somehow I don’t know what to do
And I wonder if you could help me too

If only I could see
How my future would be
Uh, I just want to run free
Coz it all confusing me
I want to breakaway
Starting my own day

But I feel so uncertain
I don’t know where to begin
I pray to God “will I find my own way?”
Just a simple kind of way
Somehow to reach my dream
My simply and precious dream

I know I’ve been so unfaithful this lately
I pray to my mighty God, infrequently
I’m sorry, I’m trying to rebuilt my faith again
But it takes a little more time
Liberated me from being selfish

There is a dream deep within
I want it to be true and I keep on hoping
It’s a beyond believe dream
But my heart telling me something
Encouraged me that it can be true
Can it be true??

Mr. Moon, if you meet God tonight
Tell God that I need help down here
I needed my pray to be heard
I needed my dream to be true
And I wonder if you could hear me too

Details | I do not know? | |

I Am

I am a lover of monkeys
I wonder if I will ever see a real monkey
I hear them screeching from a distance
I see many species of monkeys running free
I want to catch a glimpse of a baby monkey
I am a lover of monkeys.

I pretend to be a monkey roaming in the rain forest
I feel the trees welcome me
I touch the rough branches as I climb
I worry that I may fall and never climb those trees again
I cry when the day ends and I may climb no more.

I am a lover of monkeys
I know I will die soon
I say I will climb til'' then
I dream that I go on forever
I hope this dream will never end
I am a lover of monkeys.

Details | Quatrain | |

Sun Wishes

Sunlight enters through the distant dirty window
As the afternoon calls eagerly from behind the glass
Work knows I am bound, but yet I am dreaming
Of the departure from this destitute cell, at last

I wake each morning unto the moon’s blanket
Never walking through the day with its glaring sun
Oh, to dream of leaving to see and feel the sunlight
But, yet it descends and the moon again has won

For winter days of work allow no time for the sunshine
Only mornings filled with darkness and nighttime the same
But, I dream of being out among the many in daylight
Lauding the sun on my face, while screaming acclaim

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Sparrow Sputters

Heart flutter hopes
like wind scattered leaves
tangled in dream twigs
By breezy adversity
Clinging and clutching to branches of memory
of yesterday's sunshine in torrents today
Glimmers  so golden they flicker so faerie
As dream dazzled  tears yet drip in dismay

Tempering splashes of minor discomfort
Mocking the mind games while three moves ahead
What will it matter when every thing's dead
Ride with the flow living the now
In a present so tense  it's teaching you how

Details | Free verse | |

Mr. Moon replied

To my dear child on earth,
I can see that you’re unhappy
I know you’re feeling so blue
I wish I know how to help you
No one can see one’s future
Imagine if life is like a picture
And you who paint your own life
Just paint it as beautiful as you like
Everybody wants to breakaway
And no one interferes with your days
Now and then life is always confusing
Like the river that keeps on flowing
Try to be patience in your days
Somehow God will show you a way
Keep on hoping for an answer
Who knows your dream will come true
I know sometimes faith comes faded
But don’t let evil take control over your heart
Don’t live in a great despair
There is time when you’re dull being selfish
Yes, sometimes dream can be true
As long as you believe in your heart
Even a man can step his feet on my ground
Or maybe someday your feet will step on my ground too
Sweetheart, if I meet God tonight
I will tell God that you need a hand
Hopefully your pray be heard
And your dream can be true
No matter when my child
Tell your story to me don’t be uncertain
I will hear all your problems
Even we are in two different places

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God's Dream

God woke up one day from the most beautiful dream he ever had
the skies where a clear baby blue
there was nor rain or thunder
and hate was never known
there is love of all sort
and every one life was grown
trees, plants, and animals were known only for beauty
not food
for hunger was never known in this spacious place
and every person had the same face
racism, drugs, and guns, do not exist in this world
and everyone does what they are told
cancer and sicknesses are not alive
and no one thing living can die
night is known as day
for black and dark colors are not seen
every plant is a bright green
and every rose has all its leaflets left
and this world is quite well kept
this wonderful place is not a dream nor story
this place is called Heaven

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Island Home

When I grow old and leave this world 
Within my eyes will be held 
The beauty of this Island home 
Where I have forever dwelled 

The lushness of evergreen trees
And salt upon the endless sea 
Of craggy rocks forged by time 
The only place I wish to ever be

Quaint salt and pepper houses 
Gaily coloured in rainbows hues 
Reflected in the mighty sea 
Of the most amazing blues 

Of sailors weathered smiles 
On the windswept hardened land 
Such wondrous beauty to unfold 
As sea rolls upon golden sand 

Where whales swim nonchalantly 
Between brightly coloured dories 
And seagulls soar the heavenly skies 
Amid pillowy clouds of glory

People so open and friendly 
Wave a very warm hello
Friends and loved ones sadly missed
More than anyone could ever know 

To leave this place forever 
Will tear away my soul 
For I know that I will leave it 
When I grow very old 

Some people dream of heaven 
The great expanse above 
I simply dream of my island home 
That I have come to love 

For its taste and feel fill me 
And no matter where I end up to dwell 
I will never, ever forget 
Its salty, welcoming smell

Its beauty is a part of me 
Tranquil and at peace 
My island home in the sea 
Is my sweet release!

Details | Free verse | |

Wilderness Lakes

                                               I must have been
                                  for a dream dreamt of long ago,
                              of a midnight after a brief downpour
                                 deep in the greenish-blue forest,
                                        its thousands of shadows
                        reflecting thousands of reflected shadows
                                                      in a place
                                where the dense foliage is broken
                                   by scattered oblongs and ovals
                                  of shimmering wilderness lakes
                                        in the molten moonlight,
                     and all around sparkle moist leaves and twigs
                                   like millions of silver sequins,
                               in the hushed, shadowed stillness
                                           of a dream dreamt of
                                                        so long

Details | Ballad | |


Mountain ,forest and stream..... 
I can dream 

I fly over them all, 
hear my call......... 
Such heights 
Such delights 

Golden feathers to fly 
Wings to dream 
Things are not what they seem 
I can, but try 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

The golden feathers I have let go 
This wind I will follow 
Will be here tomorrow 

I cannot deny, 
that I am meant to fly 
Upon these mighty wings, 
my heart sings 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

Feathery gold, 
set against rich green 
This I hold............ 
deep in my chest 
This is where I have been 
All these thoughts suppressed 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

There is no denying...... 
The time is near........... 
This is the time for flying 

For the bird inside....... 
Bursting free......... 
Flying high..... 
flying free.... 
Nothing to hide.... 
For all to see 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

Details | I do not know? | |


You are the twinkle in the life
of elephants and blue giraffes.
You conjure them up in your sleep
and give them lots of ginger treats.

Perhaps you ride on lion's backs
and hear of secret planned attacks
on zebra homes and wallabies.
Perhaps you even hear them sneeze.

Maybe you hop in your canoe
and race the river otters too
to find the crocodile flower
and taste the kumquat, small and sour.

I think that all your dreams are true
A red-backed snail with one slug shoe.
A butterfly who sells perfume
and marbles played in moth cocoons.

Bubbles blown by flying fish
and riding them to wherever you wish.
A swirl of purple pearly walls
to protect all of your lemur calls.

A thousand sunset’s burn below you.
A serenade from Him that knows you.
You dream in delicate patterns deep
of animals you're sure to keep

And care for in the paradise
You'll feed the parrots coconut rice.
and scrub the algae turtle's back
while he chews on a lettuce snack.

You'll nestle in the wild bears den
and help them call the salmon friend.
It's quite a sight to comprehend
A dream to make our dreaming end...

Details | I do not know? | |

I dream

I dream of blue skies
and clear oceans
I dream of Fjords
and Nordic waterfalls

I dream the desert
and it's dry heat
I dream the noise
of a Manhattan street

I dream of anywhere
but the place I am
I always dream to be
home again

I dream of eternal love
and happiness
I dream of having many
children and no loneliness

I dream to be remembered
and never forgotten
I dream of passion for life
and a will to pass

I dream of a person who
I can share my life
my inner most secrets; 
perhaps a wife

I dream of feeling small
and  knowing less
I dream to never doubt
or to think I know it all

I dream to never be 
afraid to fall

Details | Ballad | |


Deep meaning 
I cannot say 
Deep streaming 
Showing me.. 
My way 

The four winds 
I saw in my dream 
Showing me.. 
My way 

An outstretched hand 
Passing by 
Invisible in a blue sky 

Tumbling over and over 
Passing by, 
caught me 
Threw me up high 

Where do you go? 
I cannot say 
Showing me.. 
My way 

A grain of sand, 
passing by 
An outstretched hand 
Threw me up high 

I cannot always dream 
I cannot say 
Show me... 
My way 

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A Dreamland

This weekend I visited a dreamland, it was beautiful.
The trees smiled with red golden leaves while the mountains danced with the 
cloudless blue sky.
I thought of you in a shower of leaves, in Autumn, in
the New England sunshine of summer, on a dock with a
sea surrounded by walls of colors.
I walked through a sea of freedom, reached the sun
and said to it , "Hi".
At night the stars dropped from the sky while I stood
at the dock, happy, real, and free.
I dreamt of being free forever, being engulfed in this
air of love, color, and freedom, being here with the 
people I love, forever.
As I was about to return home I said: "Now I must go,
I shall return soon to this land of a million skies, 
a million colors, and a million mountains.
I will be back to live again, to breathe again,
to be free, once again. Until that time comes I beg 
you, please, dream of me and I shall of you, of the
endless drives to see endless lands, of endless
happiness. I will return for all who dream to be 
free, to be wanted, to be able to walk through 
hills of happiness."
Until than I shall forever dream of a place. 
I will think of that last night I stood at the shore
looking at the endless sky of lights and thought, now
their is a hope, a chance, a glance at freedom.

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Mountain ,forest and stream..... 
I can dream 

I fly over them all, 
hear my call......... 
Such heights 
Such delights 

Golden feathers to fly 
Wings to dream 
Things are not what they seem 
I can, but try 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

The golden feathers I have let go 
This wind I will follow 
Will be here tomorrow 

I cannot deny, 
that I am meant to fly 
Upon these mighty wings, 
my heart sings 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

Feathery gold, 
set against rich green 
This I hold............ 
deep in my chest 
This is where I have been 
All these thoughts suppressed 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

There is no denying...... 
The time is near........... 
This is the time for flying 

For the bird inside....... 
Bursting free......... 
Flying high..... 
flying free.... 
Nothing to hide.... 
For all to see 

Mountain,forest and stream.... 
I can dream 

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Small in mind

Short in time

Thinking someday I will be someone


Dreams pictures in my head

They seem right there

A paradise of images lies

Inside my head


Dead the moment they touch my tongue

The page

The world


Aging on

The time grows long

No one am I

They rise so high

Doing my dreams with ease


No one

I dream to speak

Change the world with words of a speech

To write bring beauty upon the page

Or the stage


No one

Not a word slips out

Not an head turned and the insects notice not my words

The song sung deep in my head

Clumsy a brute its only grace the expression of pain

Scraping along the page


Not a dream come true

Pictures fade

The moment they're made

The dream gone