In this world of Uncertainties
I’m the man that you can trust
And in my words of sincerity
That my love would never last.
And if you could only feel, what i feel for you
You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth
Like our love that tightens the rope,
Like a light that would give us hope.
As you watch the dark skies
Let me grab the moon for you,
And as I catch the bright stars
That’s the way you can see me through
As this planet turns as it always will
And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel
Hold my hand for it will make us strong
Like a wind, we will carry on
The wind blow that sings a hymn for you
For they know what does love means for the two
Love is blind, and not deaf
So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet?
In this poem with full of rhymes,
A full of love, Babe can you be mine?
I don’t expect too much from you
Why should I? If you complete my whole.
“Till death do us part” that’s what they have said
But why do struggles crash them ahead?
Don’t ask me when my love will last,
To count all of our quarrels, is that a must?
Now and Forever is all that I promise
No day dreaming and without reminiscence
As the matter of time, as the time passes by
Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :)
pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
-honestly...I have no clue why...-
As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister
The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass!
And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass
Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm
I swear my bosom was gone!
The cat then motioned at the feathered brat
For her bright breasts seemed extra fat
Of course it wouldn’t have been that
But I couldn’t just blame the cat!
I opened the window only a crack
And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?”
Such pride she attained from my bosom
Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!?
The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye
But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly!
She plopped to the ground and squawked
I would have laughed, but I was shocked!
The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes
Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!”
Before I could think I had fallen to the ground
To a booming, most terrible sound!
My eyes then opened to a cat on my head
As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
I had a dream
Where all my clothes
Were in my toilet bowl
Apparently this means that
I am drenched in emotions
Which need to be released
So I wrote
Copyright © Sarah Jones | Year Posted 2007
I wanna be something...
I wanna be a DOCTOR
I share the factor behind not becoming a doctor
last four letters of ‘DOCTOR’ – ‘CTOR’, sounded as ‘Cutter’,
Cutter means to cut & I can't cut,
So skipped the decision of breaking the above nut.
I wanna be an ACTRESS
I share the stress of not being an actress
when planets in a horoscope turn around, stars of a STAR goes round & round,
Name & fame both don’t sound,
So I forgot to be an Actress.
I wanna be a LAWYER
I share the reason why I couldn't be a Lawyer
If 'AW' letters in LAWYER by chance are out, it sounds as 'Lyer',
"Lyer" becomes 'liar', I donna wanna be a liar,
So I am not a Lawyer
I wanna be a BROKER
Broker means to break & that’s a big quake,
added ‘STOCK’ to ‘BROKER’
Funds started dancing like a Joker.
Copyright © Rashmi Pawar | Year Posted 2015
Paradise In A Dream
There is so much weighing me down
The daily toils of doing what others want
Screaming kids fighting all day long
Another four hours of Dora The Explorer
Trying to cook dinner with nothing in the cupboards
Every member of the family wanting something different
Hot dogs for the youngest
Mac and cheese for the little girl who won’t eat anything
Cheese steak sandwiches for the adults
There is a fashion show on the TV for my wife
The basketball playoffs can wait for another day
I haven’t seen a Celtics game in more than ten years
A fuse blows in the middle on the evening
Those basement stairs were not meant for a man my size
Finally the time has come for a peaceful sleep
Until my daughter finds a monster under her bad
Screaming and crying while I scare the monster away
I close my eyes as the moon rises
The witching hour when the dead rises
My dreams take me away to a paradise
The tropical sun tans my half naked body
Naked women chase each other on empty beaches
No kids, no wife and no fashion shows
Too bad morning and another day has to come
Too bad that I love my wife and kids
Otherwise I just might stay asleep
Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2012
Sing me the song of the seventh moon
That orbits the planet of Tralaloon.
Where plants and animals might be the same,
The only way to tell is to ask them their name.
The animal’s names all start with a “C”
Like Curt or Carl or Cuallabee.
Which helps the inhabitants to keep everything straight
When the kids get together and they want to date.
Because plant names it seems all begin with an “S”
Or sometimes a “C” but that leads to a mess.
Because it would only ever be the soft “C” sound,
So names like Cyril or Cindy and Circle abound.
But when their names are written down on a list,
Sometimes that nuance of pronunciation gets missed.
And the havoc created in this situation,
Has lead in the past to deflowered vegetation.
The older ones tell them to remain separated,
While the youngsters think it’s more fun integrated.
Does any good happen when the two of them mix?
We must put an end to these unnatural tricks?
But to the wise old elders the youth will not stoop,
That’s why the young were gathered and put into soup.
And while the loss of the young could be viewed as regrettable
They did make a delicious blend of animal and vegetable.
So listen to your elders, they know what they’re doing,
Or take care to be sure that it’s not you they’ll be stewing.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks
Along with an adorable personality
I'd have to beat the ladies off with a stick
Love it if this was suddenly reality
Hollywood would continually be bugging me
To make millions from my glorious kisser
Certainly be renowned the whole world over
But dear Cathie, I'd surely miss her
I'd send for her as soon as I bought a mansion
Overlooking the beautiful blue sea
Would say farewell to my bevy of beauties
So honoured to have had a piece of me
This new cyber world allows for such musing
I could actually be of the opposite sex
Now I've really got you wondering haven't I
So you never know what to expect
Well I must confess I'm a ten year old genius
With a brain the size of a basketball
Eat gigabytes of data, morning, noon and night
And spit out gobs of wisdom to all
Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks
Dream on you old geezer, dream on
A major overhaul would certainly be necessary
And I don't think you've got that long
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.
Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.
There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.
Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".
The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.
My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).
"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".
People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?
Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?
Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?
How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.
Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)
Copyright © Daniel Beus | Year Posted 2012
I had a Dream with Dragon in it, yes, just this morning, yes, today!
And the Dreams that linger, that I recall, are usually bad, I’m wont to say…
Haven't seen 'Day of The Trifids' in years. What I was thinking? Where’d I go wrong?
But as I was chased by marauding man-eating cactus… it suddenly turned into fun!
I thought of Dragon par broiling their great big bottoms, when Suddenly, there he was!
Now, I’d have fricasseed cactus for lunch, or at least, a more, peaceful, sleep or fun!
Then, enter stage left, marauding bikers…maybe not friendly… but handy… Come On!
They didn’t like the cactus either! Ker Splat! Take notes Dragon… Film at One.
To battle those marauding cacti… Dragon Got my brothers’ motorbike and off we went!
Dragon on the handlebars, blowing fire! Speeding! Yahoo! Didn’t see to turn. Ya Think!
Not with Terror Dragon in front. OOPS! Came to the hall end! Wouldn’t you know!
I put him in a sidecar, as we went to make this an adventure movie. Sure. Why Not?
Movie’s shaping up well, but with Dragon's food breaks, it won’t be done, before dark.
Go team Dragon! Hey! We're running out of cacti here! We need to get some more!
Hey Grandpa Troll! We need more cacti! Be a dear, and get us some? OPPPS!
The Supreme Leader of the Universe, my brother's here. He wants his bike. No doubt!
He’s looking at that sidecar I added, for sure! Pretty don’t you think, in pink?
Oh, just ignore his Dogs of War. They won’t attack, I hopefully implored!
But he WAS a bit put out, when Dragon borrowed his bike to ride, that other day!
Dragon DON”T get Huffy, the Supreme Leader can, too, travel in dreams, if he wants!
You’re big, but he’s Supreme Leader! Remorse, at taking his bike, would help, a lot!
Now you did it! Flaming his butt! Oh! Really? You were aiming at cacti sneaking up?
Gee thanks! Just hope he doesn’t notice the burn hole, in his fancy leather pants!
But having The Supreme Leader in our movie might just add, an extra special punch!
We should be his sidekicks, and when the movie’s over, it’ll be Taco Bell for lunch!
Dragon! Maybe you and I can lead, to singe off those nasty cactus needles, galore.
Our Great Supreme Leader'll kick their bottoms back to where they belong. For sure!
This hasn’t been, as bad a dream as most, I’ve gotta say. And we won! Hip! Hooray!
If we replant the cacti and water them when all is done, our GP rating might hold on!
Plus, if it’s named ‘The Supreme Leader + Dragon’, He says he will forgive…
And if you don’t use his motorcycle spokes for tooth picks… WHAT AGAIN!!!!
Hurry up! Put them back, Before he finds out! Hey I forgot, this is a dream… Think!
Yeah, I know, it’s a big stretch! But that did it! Thank Goodness, it’s done!
Amazing! We’d better say 'Bye, Bye dream' before more trouble comes… The End!
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2014
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
I’ve made love in the morning;
I’ve made love in my car;
I’ve made love to the girl next door
and to a movie star.
I’ve made love on an airplane,
just to join the mile-high team;
But, each time that I’ve made this love
it’s been only in my dreams.
I’ve made love to a cheerleader
underneath the football stands;
I’ve made love to the lead singer
in the most popular girls band.
I’ve made love to a Senator
with a vow of silence I must keep;
But, each time that I’ve made this love
I’ve been fast asleep.
In reality I’m just a bachelor
living in a made-up fantasy world;
I’ve never even asked one out
let alone kissed a living girl.
I am still an unloved virgin -
destined to stay that way for life;
But, that doesn’t stop me from falling asleep
with a super-model as my wife.
I’ve made love in Hawaii;
I’ve made love standing on the moon;
I’ve even tasted that special delight
in the early afternoon.
I’ve made love on a submarine,
sitting on the ocean floor;
I’m sure that when I fall sleep tonight
I’ll be making love some more.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
Coming from out of nowhere
somewhere in space
Somewhere my love
Running and running I was
Those son of a guns
Would pop me in my head
Pop pop pop on my face
Splat spla splat
Trying to dodge them
But to no avail
Shit happens I guess
They were streaming down
millions of them
Some as big as a house
Some tiny itsy-bitsy ones
Couldn't even see the sun shine
Clouds people or :-) Faces
I was the marathon man
I ran,ran and ran for cover
But they were everywhere
Snowflakes got bigger and bigger
I kept running uphill downhill
Uptown downtown Chinatown too
And to my surprise came a large snowball
Bigger than life itself Rolled side-by-side
Parallel to me it did
Soon was consumed by all this snow
Sucked up by this larger than life snowball
Rolling by the countryside
In speeds of up to 65
And continuing on this journey
Seemed time had stood still
Being a wayward vagabond
And adventurer at heart
Although a prisoner I didn't mind
In spite of the path that was chosen
Before being born
In All the confusion what I miss most was my girl
Sweet Maggie May
As I would call ,in the sweet tender moments
That only Shakespeare would write about
And Rembrandt paint..
With all the thoughts on my Maggie May
Seems the cold didn't bother me at all
When suddenly seeing this other ball
Even larger than my own
Roll along side
To my amazement there was someone in it
a person like myself
Woopie woopie dandelions
I can't Believe it
Happy :-) At a thought of having someone
so near wow
We finally came to a halt
In the frozen tundra below
Knowing that years and years
had passed me by
Looking across the other side
Gazing at the other ball of snow white
To see this other person a prisoner like myself
Put a smile to my face and jumpstart to my heart
It was totally electrifying
I wasn't alone anymore
Me Maggie May and Those big balls
Here comes the sun..
Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015
we had hair
in the 1960s
where has it gone
love and peace
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014
The kids are gone! I'm retired! I'm gonna take a long vacation!
To an island with sunny beaches - that's my ultimate destination!
I'll spend the days savorin' a climate of seventy-two degrees,
Snoozin' beneath the palms, cooled by an ocean breeze!
Each morn as I stretch and yawn to meet another gorgeous day,
A glorious sunrise greets me from across the shimmerin' bay!
I release the worries and frustrations from my languid soul,
As upon the beautiful, sandy strand I take my mornin' stroll!
'Tis soothin' to the ear as the surf floods the pristine beach.
Beyond that, there is heard only the terns' occasional screech.
Sandpipers and sidlin' crabs entertain me scurryin' about.
I watch a ship cross the aqua sea, plyin' its leisurely route!
'Tis relaxin' to sip a rum swizzle when another day is done,
And just sit back to enjoy the grandeur of the settin' sun!
Later, as tho' emergin' from the sea, rises a brilliant moon,
And romantic music serenades me from across the far lagoon!
I'll have a lobster dinner, then to bed 'cause its gittin' late,,
Or maybe a dip in the surf, but hold on a minute! Wait!
Glidin' across the moonlit beach, somethin' makes my old eyes gleam!
A bikini-clad beauty...! Alas, the missus pokes me shatterin' my dream!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013
The Stupid Thing About Love
It’s a little bit stupid when you just laugh.
Fly with clouds and just wish to die.
Thinking it’s odd to act like 16,
Too much old for a stupid thing called love.
Exactly know what the hell is going on,
Denying things and just pretend to move on.
That’s what they called stupidity.
You just play the coaster with a strange entity.
Just to see the fact that others are laughing,
See yourself crazy when he is coming.
All it matters is you see him smiling,
Though he wears grey or blue,
He is just as perfectly nothing…
Start to daydream in a fantasy land,
Think you’re a psycho but you’re madly in love.
Adrenaline yells when he did something good
Is he the man in your moon?
Or the man in an unclear drizzled window?
Quite unsure what’s going to happen?
This love is a risk like you’re gambling for something.
Just to escape the reality that he likes her.
Pretend that he’s yours even in your false dreams
No one could take it…
Cause’ you just had it.
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
Aye t’was a beautiful breeze come a wafting through the trees,
The bonnie belles carpeted under the green ivy all a climb,
When along came me lassie, me favourite squeeze,
And to be sure now I’ll have a time of it makin’ this rhyme.
But I’ll not let that stop me, I’ll jest have me a nip,
As I describe me fair dream and the swing of her hip,
the coarse hair fairly bristling o’er her upper lip,
And her dirty knickers hangin’ below her slip.
Ah such a fair one me heart did skip; to her me mug I’ll tip!
Couldn’t keep me hands off her as her nose begun to drip,
She had dried dinner on her cheek; oh how she did sneeze!
Whilst in girly fashion wiped her nose on her sleeve.
Kin ya blame me barkeep? Can ya try an perceive?
Why I woke in the night and started to heave?
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2012
One dollar buys a million dollar dream.
Lotteries excite thoughts of esteem.
One day I bought a ticket,
My angst began to fidget.
Until I screamed; then went to redeem!
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012
I dreamed of you
It felt so much true
Your face was so familiar
Haven’t seen it before
You made me in love
Hope it’s real and ever
Wish it will last till the end…
Woke up with a smile
Telling I should’ve some sleep
Be with someone I don’t know
In love with someone I haven’t met
Wish I have a chance to be with you
See you in dreams was ever
Want to sleep again though it’s light.
See you again in wildest night.
Did you have same dream as mine?
Please see me in your dreams tonight
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
Wrote my dream woman on a blank piece of paper,
Said she was this, and this, enjoys this, and that,
And most important of all, she must laugh at my jokes.
(You see, my darling, I do them no justice)
Said list was long, but I found it acceptable and true,
It was, however, uncanny how it seemed to be you,
Fitting into the interlaced riddle of my specified peculiarities.
(The chicken and the egg conundrum thus begs itself)
Were you simply the fit, or were you, in fact, the mold?
Are you the dream realized, or did the dream just materialize
After having only gotten to actually know you in this life?
(I'm just going to take a shot at making you laugh)
How did the chicken go to the other side? It crossed
Knock knock! I'm the one who's there.
My dream woman, and you. Now, which came first?
(Psst... The answer's here, but I'm not telling you where)
Copyright © Cris Navarro | Year Posted 2011
Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.
(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013
This is my FIRST attempt at a limerick. Its for a contest, so please
let me know what you think. Suggestions are appreciated.
She's longing for love and affection
So she tried to grab his attention
She let her "girls" go free
They were bigger than peas
He suddenly got an erection
Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2014
I had a good dream
I wanted to remember
Could not remember
Good dream so I thought
Took an internet dream course
My memory came
Somethings are best left alone
Scared me to death
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
i close my eyes
and i see your face in my dreams,
outside my door
you were standing staring back at me.
i never thought i'd feel this way ,
it been a long time honey
i cant find the right words to say
how and why i feel this way.
i thought it was just a silly game we played.
we both agreed and said "come what may"
each other's company was overwhelming.
strange but very amusing.
we played fire and danced in the rain
who would have thought i'd be smiling again.
Copyright © imee murillo | Year Posted 2014
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!”
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013
I dreamt I was a princess fair,
With beautiful long blonde hair;
But when the alarm clock rang,
Out of bed I sprang
And my dream disappeared in thin air.
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011
Ever wonder what a fish will think
Why the heck it doesn't blink
Could they ever send a wink
If they're too fat will it sink
Do all cats like fish...even a link
Howcome fish really stink
Is water to a fish considered a drink
If a fish bends too far will it get a kink
Why is it male fish are the pretty colors like pink
Do poisonous fish spit out ink
When fish move their lips is it them doing a lip-sink
To be a fish let's call him Dink
If the water's warm will a fish shrink
Want to be a fish...maybe I'll re-think
Copyright © nastoshia siedlecki | Year Posted 2013
Now it's common to dream about falling
From far in the sky high above
But to land in a lion's mouth opening
Why couldn't I fly like a dove?
Now appearing at work in the nude
In reality that would cause a strike
I'm afraid I'm the one who'd get sued
Wake up before you cause great fright
And then comes bizarre eroticism
With a person I never liked
My dreams, an out of control organism
Are my thoughts just wacko and psyched?
One night I was trapped in a church
With my wife who is not a bimbo
Bullets were fired, many fired back
By my wife, a female Rambo
So your dreams can be fun and exciting
While mine tend to be so absurd
As sun sets and sky turns to nighting
I hope no one gives me the bird
May 5th, 2013
For Russell's Dream Contest
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013