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The Enchanted Dream

How sweet the soothing songs of May Reposed upon the fragrant breeze The comely songs were Seagulls play On the lulling trembling seas. That dissolved the traces of your feet That lingered in the distant sands While the sultry beams unite to meet The carnal rosebuds of your hands. That blush in light the morning spray Descending warmly in your eyes Who knew the light of love this day Would lift me up to a new sunrise. Yet in the sunless fleeting hour I would hold you in my smile Or steal a kiss from you my flower In this languid scented isle. That quivers in the blue distance When tender birds are fast asleep When blazing stars of night entrance The lonely fountains glistening deep. I would hear your whispers by the sea On the soothing waves of night Its mellowed voice would comfort me When the winds would take to flight. To the starry distance and empty spaces That holds the night sky of your hair On hallowed streets and sleepless faces It blows the Eastern dews most fair. And on the enchanted blossom rare That I'd finally pluck in spring To bow and give to you my dear With this golden diamond ring.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed

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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




Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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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





  30.03.2014
  A-L Andresen :)




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

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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LONG DISTANT DREAM

I meander through verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade,
hillsides bathe in summer sunshine
and oceans of clouds, commit to shade.

Moorland sheep laze in woolly clusters
creating footpaths upon the hill,
busy hedgerow a rural city
scar of an era, is town head mill.

Vibrant coppice alive with creatures
leafy towers caress morning mist,
sunlight shines on distant window
across the valley, a sapphire twist.

Crag and beacon rise majestic
standing stone a monument to thrall,
sculptured by marauding seasons
an ancient culture’s, rocky stall.

Yet to chance upon misty patterns
softly sketched upon the hill,
I will savour these happy moments
awakening to, a distant trill.


Wharfedale, Yorkshire England

For Dr Ram's contest My best poem 2012
placed 1st in Matt Caliri's contest anything 19 0f jan 2012

Copyright © harry horsman

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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.

Copyright © Carol Mays

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OCTOBER BREEZE

By: Lyric Man

October breeze
Combing leaves from trees
Gentle as you please
Stirring birds and bees
Everyone now sees
My heart, you have the keys
October breeze
Swiftly dropping leaves 
turning green, 
reddish, golden brown, 
Swallowing the ground 
October breeze 
Dancing with ease 
Enhancing natural beauty 
The most romantic scene, 
You'll ever see 
As autumn holds the key 
Between you, between me 
Love becomes a tease 
Expressing falling leaves 
Waltzing in the midnight gust 
As summer ends 

A Poet Destroyer Collaboration 

8-19-15

Copyright © Three Penguins

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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.... 

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!


At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an 
optimistic time in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Walking Baby's Journey

Taking baby steps these days,
they hurt less than leaps and bounds.

An unusually negative way of saying:
small steps feel more contenting right now,
than larger plans for different memories.

What are these larger plans for different memories
you back away from right now?
How might you hang onto this dream
or avoid this nightmare
while continuing with your contented smallish steps?

Could you write and storytell yourself through both messages,
perhaps nesting one within the other,
usually the smaller steps within the larger praxis and storyline
like a personal journal entry,
nested within each Earth Day headline.

Of which hopes and dreams is your life iconic,
as it is,
and becomes obvious by simply unweaving your story backward,
back through Earth's spacetime enculturing history?

How you are different and the same as your grandmother
writes the most recent episode in your epic
of how you are different and the same as Grandmother Moon,
languages the most recent episode
in the universal epic
of how you are different and the same as  your Elder cousins,
Sun and Earth,
Yang on Yin, yet again,
Fire's dynamic effect on Water's self-absorptive evaporation.

Let's Spring those Baby Steps, girl!
Stop with this winterish wilting in silo of shadow,
please.

Thanks.

OK, so, who and/or what's next?

I need to find a less expressive way of living.
Oh, wait, that's called not living.
Hmmm, what to do....

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

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World above the clouds

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

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

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
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, 
shouting,
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 
anyways

Copyright © Shiraz Iqbal

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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.

Copyright © Dana Smith

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SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY

The ocean is magnificent
White sand between my toes
Here just a beach comber
How sweet that no one knows
There's really not a pressure
Only task is when to pack it in
And after my delicious lunch 
I'm going to hit it once again 
My computer's an afterthought 
Guitar won't be played until night
I'm taking in all the sunshine
Sea breeze my sweet delight
If this amazing place was a lady
I'd never let this darling go
I'd soon forget the office building
Say goodbye to Winter snow
It'd just be you and me forever
Not a single care in our day
I'd sing you love songs till sunset
Sitting on the dock of the bay

6-8-15

*Won't be reading or commenting too much this week.. Chillin on the beach!

Copyright © Three Penguins

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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....





Copyright © humble b

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Dare to dream of Wind

He ran away to chase his dreams
Short of a miracle was it not?

Yet the winds of change roared strongly at night
Enter- the fierce winds of time
It will be you alone.

As you dance, I cry
Blow the flowers toward me
Free to drown me now.

Like a DJ on steroids,
I won't allow you to slice through my heart anymore,
My beautiful daughter, Windstream.



John Monteblanco
Nature, Four In One

Copyright © John Monteblanco

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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
Contest.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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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

Copyright © Jay Loveless

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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
with whom and why
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 your nightmare start
and is it 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 others 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 revolution,
still redeeming in noncontentious background?
 
Is contentment intuited as informationic,
to know and love nature's wise resolving resolutions?
Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,
Yin- and Yang-tempered resolve,
slow and fast-paced momentum
optimizing balanced incoming diastolic form,
polyculturing function,
with outgoing memory-folded contentment,
confluent wonder.

 
Prime permacultural balance,
optimizing enculturation's meaning
by minimizing  future's monoculturally rapacious dissonance
from wonder,
revolutionary shock,
and co-passionate awe.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

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A Man, A Canoe, and a Dream

Upon the placid pond
With nature, a strengthening bond
Of these moments, he is so fond
A man, a canoe, and a dream

Some tackle, a reel, and a pole
Equipped with a motor to troll
Searching the old fishing hole
A man, a canoe, and a dream

He waits for the largemouth to strike
A Pickrel, , perch, or  a pike
He's yet to find one he dislikes
A man, a canoe, and a dream

Each moment his confidence grows
And deep in his heart, he knows
He could fish along side of the pros
A man, a canoe, and a dream

Copyright © Joe Inca

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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

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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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

Copyright © Broken Wings

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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.

Copyright © Sarah Judd

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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
08/12/2014
Francine Roberts Moon...Contest

Copyright © Brittany Larson

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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
   

 
 
                                       

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie

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A DREAM

I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow 
standing on its center,an old weeping willow 
engraving some letters, on its thick stem 
I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem 

I want to draw,the blue of your eyes 
those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies 
adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit 
to gamble for love, to win or to quit 

I picture...,the smiles in your lips 
lick your kisses' nectar as it drips 
stare at them,till they call my name 
lingering to end up,the glory, I claim 

I draw a heart,with compassion and love 
gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love 
sending my devotion,for you alone to own 
unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone

Copyright © abbas kiamiri

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Dream by Mingles Tree

While I’d a daytime dream, justly dream
by mingles shadow the tree
as teeming fallow large branches
composed whole form mingles means
over hours I slept so fresh
And coolness was an inn wish dream.
up woken by, still daytime sun
mirthful by space, none fallow break
And birds were singing as lonely sings.
then mingled trees leaps I heard
resound at emotion, by the windy mean
Mingy so inlets’ minutes away run
groovy fared reminds it, from nature
moments honey over moment honeybells
dimension flows’ liking thou bully
Across the field, commix drama’s land
by, fruits from the mingled tree
Yet for being mature heal meaning. 

               ~ Ciro C Toledo ~

Copyright © Ciro Toledo

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Caterpillar Dreams

CATERPILLAR: 

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. 

COCOON: 

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. 

BUTTERFLY: 

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

Copyright © kristi thrush

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Walking Njeri's Dream

The heat of the busy day has abated,
Noisy children safely gathered and playing.
The cool gentle breeze, scents understated
Breathes through Palm leaves gently swaying.

This is our time, our tranquility, our time to tread,
I feel the soft cold beach sand rushing between my toes.
The waves beat against the shore, lilting rhythms in my head
As the empty beach and lapping sea evaporate our woes.

Soft conversation can now be held without the ugly noise
Of cars and trucks and motorbikes on the busy road.
The soothing twilight music, nature's playground toys,
As we're strolling arm in arm, our troubles to offload.

The water's edge is firm and wet as we walk beholding the glorious sight
And all the angst and uncertainty, at once, begins to mellow.
The black night sky embraces the Cerulean blue and calms the fight
For the last goodbye at the world's edge between red and yellow.

The footsteps we leave in wet sand slowly disappear
Like lost loves and absent friends they're washed away.
We stand and gaze out to sea, the poetry's so clear,
With whispered verse, the perfect end to an imperfect day.

Copyright © Ian Jones

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Living the Dream

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

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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.

Copyright © Carol Eastman

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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

Copyright © Jesse James Forster