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Cup of Empty

She pours him a cup of empty
From a teapot of childhood dreams
He loves the sound of her giggles
Her's is the light of a thousand moonbeams

Moonbeams and butterflies, petals from roses
Counting out loud, crossing fingers and toeses
Unicorns and Teddy all enjoying a sip
Cups full of empty never spill and can't drip

He lifts a cup of empty
and gives his baby a  wink
"Mmmm, dear darling, this is so delicious,
its the very best I've ever had to drink"

In the evening he turns to his bottle
With his friends he goes to the bar
She faithfully waits for him for hours
Thinking "Dear daddy I wonder where you are?"

Moonbeams and butterflies, petals from roses
Counting out loud, crossing fingers and toeses
Unicorns and Teddy all enjoying a sip
Cups full of empty never spill and can't drip

She sets their table and faithfully waits,
hoping that daddy will be coming home soon
But her tired eyes give way to sleepy
as her Teddy watches under the moon

He comes home way after midnight
Sees his angel asleep on the floor
Smiles and sips a sip of empty
and thinks "I shouldn't drink anymore"

Years have a way of taking
She doesn't wait for daddy at home
She's found a new kind of pleasure
Her hunger grew from being alone

She fills her veins with her empty
Dreams dreams she can't explain
Trades her body and those giggles
In hopes of escaping her pain

Moonbeams and butterflies, petals from roses
Counting out loud crossing fingers and toeses
Unicorns and Teddy all enjoying a sip
Cups full of empty never spill and can't drip

Daddy sat home and he waited
His baby girl she never came home
He still drowns himself in his bottle
But now he drinks all alone

Her teacup sits on the counter
Emptied of her childhood dreams
He misses the sound of her giggles
and the light of a thousand moon beams

He lifts the cup full of empty
To his lips and takes another drink
Empties out the rest of the bottle
As his pain is poured down the sink

Moonbeams and butterflies, petals and roses
Counting out loud crossing fingers and toeses
Unicorns and Teddy all enjoying a sip
Cups full of empty never spill and can't drip

He traded what was real for his empty
As she relinquished her childhood dreams
Now his baby girl has flown to heaven
On the light of a thousand moon beams

He wishes he could be with his baby
Lift her cup and give her a wink
Say "Mmmm this is so delicious,
it's the best I've ever had to drink!


I realize the verse is not a quatrain however the majority of the poem is written in the requested form. This is a piece that is quite meaningful to me.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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- Two Stars Sparkle as One Soul -


They whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones gracefully
Consuming tunes sweetly echoing and crowning a heart with love 
Your gentle words, your tender touch, so much divine beauty as
Our two stars sparkle as one soul with one golden smile of eternity

When the sun rises in the east and the sun sets in the west we know
While looking upon a dream holding the deepest vision awestruck
The new sun across the sky passes so the soul can reach its destiny
And you vanquished all doubts of me burning as one flame on fire 

Knowing the winds in Heaven mix forever in a powerful divine glory
With one angel standing before our eyes as destiny sparks its promise
That in God’s way it must be the message of love we feel so strongly
Embracing forever the alchemy of two stars blazing hot with emotion
 
Dreams and fantasies merge with this wonderful bliss ever so gently
As faraway rising is your sunshine holding hands warmly as a regal gift 
And a truth filled with blessing, deeply peaceful and complete as we pray
Under a bridge of hope with colors kissing the heart and soul of a dream

Love and devotion pervade our eternal desire of oneness with the Lord God
As His heavenly guard ushers our souls together with purpose before Him
And as a choir of angels sing their majestic paeans honoring this moment
We see now our dreams melding as one as our two stars sparkle as one soul 






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated
Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 11, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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Dream

Speak not of glorious visions past. 
The dark remorse of woe 
into the nightly splendour fades, 
Where now, I too must go.

Weep not the tears of duty here, 
Nor utter words withheld 
That may have given liberty, 
And had the power to meld.

Fear is but a childish word 
That fills the heart with dread, 
No more will rage direct my path, 
Nor turn this weary head.

The north wind blasts against my cheek 
Where tears did fall, short time ago, 
The salty streams have turned to ice, 
Repentant floods no more will flow.

I see the dawn break splendidly, 
It melts the air around, 
And bends the flower’s head toward east, 
In trance-like motion bound.

-YLE 

Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff | Year Posted 2011

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Paradise Lost

Today I could feel only burning salty tears of sadness 
Alone as I walked slowly along the beach pondering
Sweet memories pervading my inner psyche deeply 
With coiling inside gasps of heavy breathless moans
 
Sweetest honey holding precious memories so real
Faraway looking into the sun setting warm—a utopia
As a special friendship was born under a sweet kiss
While conjuring true a most incredible dream shone
 
Visions flashback into far distant everlasting thoughts
Full of smiles adoringly walking along the golden sands 
Feelings with joy as magical tunes are so divinely sung 
As large waves crash over and over in the mind’s eye 

True emotions burning with love stays forever so pure
As tears fall upon the sand symbolizing a rapid change 
In realizing your very touch means and meant so much 
As salted heart burning flames stir unquenchable fires 

You who burns inside this candle lost in your very space
Darling the happiest day of my life came on our meeting 
As I found you fortified in a castle of one mystic dream 
As whispers cast over the warm sea finding a true love

Carnations lovely crowning petals of a most regal life with
Beauty whose golden visage lights faraway sunsets so real
While smiling gently and graciously before her—Our Queen
Who seeks with tears and toil to restore our Paradise Lost

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 6, 2015)
(Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Blame The Moon


I blame you, moon, for bringing thoughts of love in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep. Dreams drift bewildered in my head above til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep. The moon shines careless on this lonely soul and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang. As dark expands in shadows to console, they slice the skin releasing bitter pain. In dreams, I feel a heart beating with mine, a stranger once becomes now all I know. Familiar taste upon my lips like wine flows perfectly from starry tide aglow. How do I live in sunlight’s looming grave, deadened by numbing rays of ruthless sun? How do I live without the arms I crave, amongst the crowds until the day is done? I blame you, moon, for rousing dreams within to taunt me with a lover’s longing smile. Beneath closed lids, I’m lost in timeless spin. Winds whisper, moon, please let her sleep awhile. for Gautami Phookan's Waking Dreams Contest, 12/1/14

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

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''Starry Dream''

 
The sky is dark blue this dreamy night, But, in the vast canopy only one star is winking; It beckons to my soul so I reach out with my finger, And magically stars are sprinkling and cascading. Like a waterfall of lights they swirl and twirl and dance, I am taken up in a whirlwind of bliss and delight; Then I find myself in an enchanted forest, Alone, but for a beautiful unicorn horse all white. And I ride this ethereal creature all the night long, Over streams flowing and forests and valleys green; To stunning ancient places and wondrous cities, Oh sadly, it is dawn and I must un-dream this dream. _________________________ Written June 30, 2015 Quatrain For the contest, Theme #1 Stars, sponsor, Skat Ninth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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In My Vibrant Dream

*Past silver groves of willows weeping near a crystal stream, I move with an excitement flowing in my vibrant dream. Those colors that I take for granted in the concrete world shine brilliantly like buds of roses that have come unfurled. Ahead there is a field of daisies - wild yellow in bloom. I’m feeling golden; such enchantment whisks away all gloom. Atop a hill as bright a green as Ireland’s emerald isle - as day’s last rays of sun shine down - is where I’ll stay a while. Inside my dream appears white parchment; in my hand a quill! Across the sky there splashes splendor; all the earth grows still. A white swan’s feather now dips into ink a cobalt blue. As sky bursts crimson, I am painting all this dream for you! *Past silver groves of willows weeping is a line I borrowed from Heather Ober's "Into the Gloaming" Written by Andrea Dietrich For Richard Lamoureux's Pick a Line Any Line Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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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 | Year Posted 2014

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The Fixer

I'm known as the fixer
The collector of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams

All your thoughts within my reach
I look deep within your mind
That's where the hopes and dreams hide
What I seek I'm sure to find

Dreams you thought impossible 
Abandoned to yesterday
Come to life with a single thought
With a whisper I show the way

I truly am the fixer
The repairer of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams

You don't need to walk away
This dreaming's not a joke
If you choose to give up faith
Dreams will surely turn to smoke

When you're lost within lifes shadows
And you're feeling coloured blind
I'll open up the door a crack
So that light can flood your mind

Because I am the fixer
The repairer of broken dreams
I see your puzzle pieces
I put gold between the seams

Now you have possibilities
When you start you must follow through
Living your dreams is better
Just believe and they'll come true

I'll help you find the answers
Those gems hidden within your soul
You have an important part to play
It's time to take on your role

For you too are a fixer
A repairer of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
You put gold between the seams

Setting the pieces like a puzzle
You put gold between the seams


 



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Both Sides for Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

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Grow

A dream can grow in the darkest places,
even when others lay shattered and dead,
no matter how long and twisted the roots,
dreams can still grow when tears are shed.

It will flower out of the muddy ground,
no matter how impossible it may seem,
and vine and wind around the stoney paths,
as it flourishes to chase the sunbeam.

A dream can grow from almost anywhere,
stunted only by what imagination can feed,
the vision becomes planted deep in the mind,
and will live when your heart is the seed.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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In A Perfect World

If we lived in a perfect world,
happiness and love would abound.
And in this utopic dreamworld,
there would be no hate to be found.

Peace and brotherhood would flourish, 
in an idealistic dream.
And we'd all help nature nourish, 
every ocean, river and stream. 

We would all live in paradise,
a virtual heaven on Earth.
And from orchids to edelweiss,
flowers would encircle Earth's girth.

All diseases would disappear,
and no one would die of hunger.
And there would be less fears and tears,
for we’d live forever younger.

But alas, it isn't that way,
disease and cruelty exist.
And starvation is here to stay,
while warfare and famine persist.

	
Written Feb. 9th , 2016 for "In A Perfect World - Poetry Contest."

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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I Dreamt of You Last Night

We stood on the bow
of an old wooden ship.
Splashing waves; music sounds;
salty mists with each dip.
I, in a white pheasant dress;
you only in jeans.
No one else on the deck;
just us in bare feet.
Your chest, warm to my back;
wrapped in your loving arms.
Mystic waters of black;
Ocean sky casts moon and stars.
Ancient lands strangely appear
as completely in full view.
You softly whisper in my ear,
"This world's for me and you."
A realm only for us;
in dreams we meet there.
Awakened, I touch
dried salt in my hair.

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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A Dream Too Far Distant

Night revolves in stillness,
reaching for the dawn.
Orion, Taurus and the Dogs,
yield to Deneb and the Swan.

And there in deep south rising,
a blood-tinged, pulsing heart,
Antares, stinger and the claws:
celestial works of art.

But now comes an intruder
amid Scorpius’ vivid stars,
for Antares is but mere rival
to the dazzling orb of Mars.

In dreams I've often wandered
and traversed empty space—
through darkest matter I have roamed,
yet yearned for just one place.

Its icy poles I’ve glimpsed from earth—
winds and saffron dust—
iron from exploded suns
gathered there as rust.

I’m sure I’d miss the color green—
long for skies of blue.
But brand new memories I’d espouse
forgetting hues I knew.

Alas, I'm tethered to the earth—
can’t travel into space.
So in twenty, maybe thirty years,
won’t you please go in my place?

1st Place, Mars Contest

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2015

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A Piece Of Dream

I look behind to see my dream has shattered
into a million pieces on the floor
I knew that this was going to happen
but didn't know it would hurt much more

It was the only way this dream should end
it wasn't one that had a hope
it's better off in a million pieces
I'm just not sure how to cope

I know that I must now recover
and learn to build my dreams again
I just need to build them better
and make them those I can attain

I know the hurting will continue
for a time at least
but from my dream that lies here shattered
I'll take from it one piece

It's something that I'll carry forward
into my new dream I must take
for it's the thought of possibilities 
this piece of dream did wake

But it's the image my dream created
is that which hurts the more
I think it's this that lies in tatters 
strewn across the floor.

Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011

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I Grieve A Dream

You are the tear that follows me
the ache within my soul
the bitter-sweet that sings to me
my heart you came and stole

You are a dream beyond my reach
a wish I can not touch
it breaks my heart to be so close
for I love you far too much

You are a kiss I can't make real
a whisper never spoken
a cherished thought that stays asleep
a smile lying broken

You are the one I can not have 
no matter how it pains
my dream for which I sit and grieve
a shadow that remains

You are the sun that has to set
our time just couldn't last
I need to wait for the dawn to break
while I mourn for is past.

'1st poem on poetry soup contest'
6th place

Brian strand's 'One off contest'
1st place









Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011

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DREAMED TO BE AN EAGLE





A dream I had last night

So vivid and so true,

An Eagle I was, flying

Over places I knew


My wings had stretched wide 

To lift me to the sky 

To view beauty from above 

As far as could see, my eye


I soared over mountains 

And valleys of green

Such splendor and such beauty 

My soul had never seen
 

Uninterruptedly for hours

Through the air I just flew 

Enjoying every second

Till the dawn near drew


Then I opened my eyes

And saw human still to be 

Saddened my heart I found  

For wasn’t as the Eagle free!*







 © Demetrios Trifiatis
      17 May 2016

 
 *I am writing on birds today for a special project!
   Will return to my usual style.

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

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Diner Girl

She's a diner girl
A trucker's fantasy
A little bit tough
While being sexy

Sure she likes to flirt
A tool of her trade
She has them dreaming
Thinking they'll get laid

The tips all add up
For dreams of her own
When her shift's over
She goes home alone

You think you know her
She plays the part well
Your glimpse of heaven 
Her personal hell

Her expectations
Are grander than this
She desires more
Than a truckers kiss

Nothing can stop her
Or get in her way
The World needs dreamers
Who dream better days




Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Dream of Death

I dreamt my father came to me
From beyond the grave words spoken
He held my hand and said to me
Your life cycle has broken

Mom sent me here to fetch you
And take you home to heaven
I rejoiced and hugged my Dad
Eager to see my late folks and husband

But before I could get dressed to leave
My father had departed
Does he still wait to take me home?
Answer, Dad, I'm broken hearted

To join all my loved ones in the afterlife
Brings great joy to me, no fear
So I will sleep lightly again tonight
In hopes Dad will reappear


*Entry for the "Dream Land" contest.   (Based on a real dream.)

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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Starry Dream

 
The sky is dark blue this dreamy night, But in the vast canopy only one star is winking; It beckons to my soul so I reach out with my finger, And magically stars are sprinkling and cascading. Like a waterfall of lights they swirl and twirl and dance, I am taken up in a whirlwind of bliss and delight; Then I find myself in an enchanted forest, Alone but for a beautiful unicorn horse all white. And I ride this ethereal creature all the night long, Over streams flowing and forests and valleys green; To stunning ancient places and wondrous cities, Oh sadly it is dawn and I must un-dream this dream. _______________________________ June 20, 2015 Quantrain For Fantasy contest, sponsor Mystic Rose Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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RAVEN'S DEADLY KISS


Swimming through the raven depths—
darkness envelopes me in his cold embrace—
searching for what may never come,
and feel a hand upon my face.

I reach, scared it might be you,
and terrified it’s not.
It’s no one: I’m alone again,
in the place that you forgot.

You say distance is you’re only friend,
I’m struggling and sure you see.
Don’t understand this game you play:
leave me searching for eternity.

I see you not, but I feel you:
sense you’re watching, but you’re not.
Difficult now, treading in circles;
I need air, but you forgot.

I fear I need to give up soon,
my limbs become so numb.
Eyes heavy, compressed by fear,
to the oceans prowess I’ll succumb.

You were my every waking breath,
and my every golden dream,
now you’re nowhere, yet always somewhere,
bubbles muffling my scream.

My eyes are slowly closing,
tide drags me to the abyss,
until I’m nowhere, maybe somewhere,
saved by Raven’s deadly kiss.

9th August 2016 

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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All I Ask

I need you to be my earth angel
I need you to kiss away tears
I need you to comfort my soul
I need you to conquer my fears

I want you to be my hero
I want you to release my dream
I want you to be my victor
I want you to love to extreme

I need you to be my sunshine
I need you to drench me like rain
I need you to bathe me in light
I need you assuage my pain

I want you to be my lover
I want you to make me to feel
I want you to teach me pleasure
I want you to make it surreal

I need…I want…I must have you
I burn with unquenchable fire
Your prowess… the essence of life
The source of burning desire

If this is too much that I ask
To comply with beyond your will
Then, oh, just let me adore you
Of your charm, let me have my fill

I only want to be near you
To bask in your beauty so fine
Your words resurrect me to life
They transport me to the divine

Oh please, let your presence cover
In your glow let my poor heart bask
I long to lie in your shadow
Oh, my love, is this much to ask?

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Kitchen Island

As I sit awhile at my kitchen window
And float weightless in the pond yonder
What if you and I were those geese?
My unmoored thoughts always wander.

Basking in the sprawling lap of nature
Soaking in curative warm sun’s rays
Waiting and looking out for each other
Turning our necks with easy natural grace

Me,following keenly your step and wade
Wanting nothing but your presence
Enamored with the haven of your gaze
Pure love-my life’s sole essence

On water, land or the limitless air
We could float away on our whim
And when furry goslings came along
We could teach them how to swim

Adrift,away in my mystical island
“Beep!” ,beckons broccoli in the oven rack
Naked cold of granite bites me hard
And once again reality snatches me back.


Written 05/19/2016 for Nayda Ivette Negron's contest "Reality"

Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016

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Golden crowns

When words fail to express 
or vocally tell you 
how a person feels held
deeply inside the knotts 

Those softly mesmerising eyes 
dawning in the afterlife
sweetly startling your music 
begins to play upon lips 

Angel silently calling 
enchanting whispers echo
as the heartbeats thump life 
hypnotic breathless sighs 

As a pulse races quicksand 
under the surface unveils 
you will find me holding 
forever at night love 

Daybreaks warmly comforting 
my precious dream awakens 
I melt into the clouds 
were it smiles with a rays 
  
Light transmitting signals burn
kissing the colours of sunrise 
where my love for you ruby 
can neither be measured or bought

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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Cat 5

                            
I saw a cat quartet within my dodgy dream,
Sorta started worryin' that I'd gone off the beam,
Really began to wonder if my mind was gettin' weak,
They had their own language that only they could speak.

While Cat number 1 was teachin' me the talk,
Old number 2 was showin' me the walk,
I walked over to 3 like I was struttin' the town,
4 said, "Dang, Holmes, I think you got it down."

And I kept on walkin,' past number 3,
Next thing you know they're all yellin' at me,
And I mean howlin' with a haughty disdain,
Was thinkin' to myself, "Man, this is gonna be a pain."

Well they read me out the law right there, they gave me all the cites,
"When you try to get private, you pirate away our rights,"
"You gotta stick close to us, stay within the hive,"
"If you don't get with it then you'll meet Cat 5."

"We need that close access, need you to stay put,"
"We want to keep in tight, be right underfoot."
"This a serious deal, this ain't no random jive,"
"You hang right with us or we'll call Cat 5."

Well now I was thinkin,' I'd seen no such cat alive,
"Maybe like a Boogeyman, ain't no real 5."
But old Cat 3 saw me, he knew where I was at,
He said, "Oh no, man, 5's a real Cat."

"And when you talk about him, you use that capital C,"
"'Cuz he's the biggest baddest Cat there'd ever likely be."
Right then I saw that number 4 was pushin' out a baby grand,
Number 1 told me, "Oh yeah, man, we got a country band."

Cat 2 produced a fiddle, and handed out the pirate hats,
Cat 3 tuned up a banjo, Cat 1 - a cricket bat.
2 told me, "Stay with us, bud, we'll never steer you wrong."
He tapped a foot, pulled a whisker, they started to play their song.


"Inbred Man"
Copyright 2016 Magnetic Kitty Music
(Written and performed by Pirate Cat and the Privateers)
(Produced by Authentic Cat Productions)


I was always a country boy,
Stacked tobacco old and new,
My grandma Sue and my grandpa Roy,
Helped us raise our pigs and chew.

I fed my daddy's huntin' dog,
I knew his mistress ewe,
And momma, sis, and our pet hog,
Were christened Sue and Sue and Sue.

Chorus:
Inbred man, inbred man...  <----(really let the vocals soar here)
Concentratin' all my genes just the best that I can...

My daddy raised chickens in our oven, 
And he gave to me the key,
He said, "Son, when it comes to lovin,'
We keep it in the family."

Some days my eyes don't quite uncross,
And I tend to break out in hives.
My daddy said, "See here, Hoss,
We don't do plural wives."

"One wife is all this life should yield,
And I'll lay it out for you.
No use in lookin' far afield,
There sits your sister Sue."

                          *
At that point the cats quit playin,'
For a click came from the door,
By the side of the room, I'm sayin,'
Where the piano had come with 4.

Cats 1 through 3 didn't look too bad,
Cat 4 shut down the tape drive,
I didn't care, I was just glad,
We were gonna see Cat 5!

And then it all fell apart, ah man, I mean,
I was in a room with no cats to be seen,
And some clown was screaming down in the lobby,
Because like an idiot, he'd run a spear clean through his leg.
Now, dagnabbit - I had sort of wanted to hear the end of the song,
I figured the main character was gonna go ahead and marry his sister,
And then they'd have a daughter and name her Sue.
Hmm... Come to think of it, that song is a mite insensitive.
But mostly I was mad because now I'd never see Cat 5.
It had already made me so mad that things had stopped rhyming,
And I kept thinking about it, kept getting even madder and madder yet,
And then the doggone poem ended.

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016

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On The Horizon - A Collaboration with Nicola

"You stand by the shore of your emerald isle, 
On my horizon, with your love you reconcile. 
An Aphrodite stands on horizon's breath, 
In dream’s caress, I find my sorrow's death."

"I am the eagle that flies overhead, 
Watching you dream of love, my wings outspread. 
Your tears do fall, your love you do wish to share, 
Your heart is cocooned in love's world of care." 

“Majestic eagle, why do you fly 
From beyond the horizon, upon me, to spy? 
These tears, I cry, are not born of joy, 
But of a love once cherished; some say cloy." 

"Could you be the one, to take me beyond 
The horizon to where love did abscond? 
So caring and noble, for my own good he left 
Endowing me with tears, the horizon bereft.” 

"Oh my Coleen my tears fall from the sky, 
If I were human, with you I would lie. 
One precious kiss for each tear you have cried, 
Caressing love's temple, from high, I espied." 

"I would take you to the one you adore, 
The love you hide would flow forth from your core. 
The tears of an eagle would fall upon you, 
Love that you hold would forever flow true.” 

"Such love I now see - you remind me so 
Of the one who left, not so long ago: 
You are he! Flying solo your vow; 
When your tears fall, they shall kiss my brow. 

"And in them I’ll bathe, moments of gold. 
To break the curse of the horizon’s hold. 
Until finally, I see your enchanting face, 
To forever hold you in love’s warm embrace."

It has been an honour and a pleasure to share ink with you on this write Nicola. You made this collaboration easy to do. I enjoyed the process. The journey goes on. 

A Collaboration with Nicola Byrne.

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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My Country

My country is home, 
I have no fear. 
My country is home, 
and I am here. 

Copyright © Lilith Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014

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Basketball Brain



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

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A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.

I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.

The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.

I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.

I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.





Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"

Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014