Ask and wish bold, ask for clear sight;
Dare to seek out, dare to be brave;
Reach and unfold, reach your true light;
Explore grand bout, explore your crave;
Allow your heart, allow your soul;
Mind that fond dream, mind knows the way.
Choice helps you start, choice makes you whole;
Opt for fine theme, opt not to stray.
Move your world now, move your thoughts forth;
Embrace your dream, embrace your play.
Touch and endow, touch and go north;
Reap your grand scheme, reap your sure day.
Use your time here, use your days well;
Explore rich space, explore and tell.
08 November 2014
I found myself against a willow propped.
The stones nearby me were a hundred-fold.
and one by one I tossed them as they plopped
into a rill while other pebbles rolled,
as if with one accord, away from me.
Their hundred ripples bubbled sweet champagne.
I drank. . . and then I tasted poetry.
saw flowers dance, and nothing was mundane!
Elysian then became the air I breathed.
The sun glowed purplescent. Hocus-pocus!
I lay in greenest green while music wreathed
the meadow, lulling me. . . till I lost focus.
I woke to dusk and that inquietude
that ever shadows my dark solitude.
For PD's GREEN contest (old poems only)
"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories"
Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart,
In my darkest hours friends have held me close;
Although in time we may be miles and miles apart
They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose.
All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams,
And with my dripping pen I create my poetry;
With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes,
Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be.
Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet,
In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees;
I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat,
Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze.
And through the years I have learned life is deep,
Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep.
March 14, 2015
For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Theme - Deep thoughts
Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.
Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.
Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.
Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.
3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest
Ofttimes,a gentle word can soothe the soul.
A whisper, softly spoken in the ear.
The languid language of the voice consoles,
To dissipate the anguish and the fear.
The lilting songs so sweetly sung, that bathe
The nights with sighs of joy, and notes that sway
Upon the breath, suffuse, and then will fade
Away, restores the hopes of yesterday.
Music with its symphony, of tranquil
Beats and melodies, beguiles as cascade
Rhythms fall, on those who live with love and still
In dreams believe, where all their hopes are made.
I know that I shall meet a pretty someone
Somewhere in the shops across the mall;
Those that I date now I do not love at all,
The lips that I kiss now I do it all for fun;
My life is driven by dreams and fate,
My love life is without honesty or sate,
But no part of you could understand me well
Or know what I feel or know where I dwell.
Nor guilt, nor situation oblige me to lie,
Nor predicaments, bade me to sigh,
A lonesome soul bereft of delight –
I, who sleeps alone, by the night;
I dreamt it all: the woman, the date, and the day,
The months to come will demise my solitude away
Because all that I dreamt is all that I sought,
There shall be no more cries nor any ugly thought.
A mind puzzled by distortions around,
To extreme patters like vast stars when burst.
It spins abstracted in squares, all around;
Like a wild beast dying of utmost thirst.
Thoughts spin like a large spiral galaxy.
Words mixed up, locked in the back of the mind.
Life swings like stones defying gravity,
Carried around the world by the north wind.
Will you revive the memories so fond?
Laid on a bed of undying roses?
Will you thrive to bring back the divine bond?
Before this disturbed mind ride six horses?
Upon dreams beyond imagination,
The restless mind awaits your affection.
In someone else’s dream I long to be.
I yearn to permeate his heart and mind.
So when he drifts to sleep it’s me he’ll see,
and in my arms his paradise he’ll find.
We’ll meet inside a world of glowing hues
and catch a star to Venus and the moon.
As homeward bound on comet’s tail we cruise,
I’ll read his wicked thoughts and nearly swoon.
Then slowly I’ll fulfill his fantasies.
He’ll sweetly moan, and then my name he’ll call.
Inside this dream I’ll have him on his knees,
for I will be his only and his all.
But no, not he. . . it’s I who can’t resist!
And it’s in dreams of mine(not his) we’ve kissed.
For the Dream a lil Dream Contest of
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
I dreamed a black; an onyx lake
before the sun’s first dawning rays
its surface marble smooth and makes
no sound without the warmth of day
I saw myself; a ghost it seemed
stripped naked on the grassy floor
beneath the waning moon’s cold beams
just staring at the other shore
From far away a whip-poor-will
called lonely, just a sleepy song
it tickled in the morning chill
and broke the water’s pull – so strong
to slip into that silent space
where never lived a false love’s face
Youthful dreams of very rich future
A life to enjoy planet's water pure
Kingdoms and powers are offered to him
As he drinks crystal (clear) water filled to brim
Lush green grass grows wild by the cool clear stream
Softens the pleasant place to dream his dream
Most beautiful place on this hemisphere
Will remain when thoughtful living adhere
The dream he dreams is to rule the whole earth
Where live in a great gold gilded city he'll birth
Then he changes goes wild having his fling
Soon forget reasons for his rule to bring
Lost in the power, influence, shiny gold
If only __a different story told
I’ve loved her dearly since my childhood days
Watching her subtle movements under the sun’s hot rays
She was sheer beauty when calm and warm
And magnificent in the eye of the storm
She lured me with her magic charms
To far away places and a woman’s arms
To mysterious places and exotic sights
Under the Southern Cross, romantic nights
She reached inside me and touched my soul
She took my life and made it whole
The longing for her, my heart retained
A fading dream is what remained
I still dream of sailing her waters once more
As I stand alone along her shore.
Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.
My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.
It`s peace in the forest, this night…
All stars gathered in the same breath;
The frost`s wolf chatters his white teeth;
Mourning old trees are all covered by light;
The wind increased his obsessive white;
Neighbors: the snowmen and a glass stag
When night is finally waving its white flag,
Dreams are hanged by luminous white of the height.
Winter buried its face in frozen white lands,
Long Snow drifts grew like glass clouds above
And covered the village and half of the church;
Sun seems a squeezed lemon by white hands.
Milk dawns, glass blower speaks slowly of love;
White field sounds with crows near one silver birch.
With closed eyes,because this burning light,
The clouds will go beyond the golden day,
And sun will rest in your hair, a playful ray,
But blue will stretch a hand to inner sight;
Some dreams are riding yet, the friendly pony.
Neighbors: the fairy`s breasts in joyous rest;
With closed eyes, the morning wind will test
And run a bee along no time wet honey;
Old summer buried its face in gentle light and sand;
Some dreams grew like shinning clouds above
By covering the castles,then a part of our beach;
No wind to run them , except a tender hand.
The taste of salt and sea are slowly speaking love;
While changeable waves, to blond laughs reach...
The moon and stars, together scheme
to trespass, searching through the air
until they find my window sill -
Caressing me with fragile streams
their fingers, stroking, tussled hair
as tender as a mother will
As if to keep my dreams alive
they keep a watch against the dawn
and calm me in my restless sleep -
I'll let the gentle night contrive
a plan to help me sail upon
a cloud, where dreams are mine to keep
The moon and stars together scheme
As if to keep my dreams alive
In peaceful sleep in dreams adrift
She rests upon a cloud of bliss
Where serenity is slumber's gift
And all her troubles are dismissed
Like a gentle waterfall
Her hair upon her shoulder cascades
She hears the dream weaver's call
As one dream comes and the other fades
Like a fairy tale princess awaiting her prince
Her ruby lips await his kiss
And as he approaches, she's convinced
That he will bring her back from death's abyss
And in the morning her prince will gleam
As he lights the path of her pleasant dreams
Woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes
Wishing for rain in the clear blue skies
We’re faced with a problem every single day
Our stocks are all dying right were they lay
Tanks are all empty once again, bore’s all dead & dry
Banks want more money, but lord how I try
Year after year praying for rain
Hail Mary, my prayers are in vein
I can remember when I was a boy
My dad and his dad too, had so much green
Had so much green green grass
We used to play and swim in the creek
But all that I’m left with is barren ground
More dead sheep, stacked ten deep
I can’t give up not while I breath
Cause I’m a fair dinkum Aussie guy,
Who never ever gives up
Too much to live for before I say goodbye
So while there is food on the table and a beer in hand
I’ll keep on fighting for my home on the land
With my wife standing tall along my side
We’ll keep on fighting till the day we say goodbye
To welcome rest with dreams and sensation
This reverie of the mind in stages
A sensory input of cognition
And fleeting reality of its pages
Oh, that perception be so reasoning
To wander its world unrecognized, still
To search its furtile fields for everything
Challenge its misty outcomes if you will
Passing of day turned night to day again
Dreams become reality until awaken
To find its realm, this shadowed time of when
Now winding through dreary thoughts forshaken
To close my eyes and claim a space, to rest
Find refuge in dreams, an invited guest
Contest A Dream
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
I who have watched you sleep, now sleepless lay,
Gathering up your dreams before they fall
And hold them with my own till break of day,
To ward them from the hurts that may befall.
For as the rosebud blooms, it withers too,
It's petals left for all too brief a stay
And makes the earth the tomb wherein it grew,
To ponder of the dreams that went astray
So lovers live your dreams for fear they rust
And take all happiness that comes your way,
Before your hopes and joys return to dust
For the promises in life are oft betrayed
Look to your heart where all your dreams are made
And live them ere the joys of life will fade
A home is where I run to, after a roam
Under blue skies or starry ones
Made of majesty, as found in Rome
I become there, as calm as the white swans
A home made of love
Where are heard songs of comfort
Found over the bridge of pain and above
I find in it my own strong fort
A home ecologically clean
Showing no harm to Earth
Bearing no grudge to the mean
Living is simply a matter of pure breath!
My dreamhome, one in a million, without any fear
Shall I build, along with my chosen peer!
The waking world leaves me ne’r content
My sweet if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I
But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night
Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue
~Christopher Thor Britt
I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy garden dare to find me rest
O damn the world that holds this body bound
N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
And there I long to be with you again
For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
Christopher Thor Britt
With laces tied, she is up and away
With the glint of the moon on her steel blades
The clink of metal as she leaves the ice
Pirouette of glee as her soul takes flight
Swirling and twirling, a bird on the wing
With her scarlet skirt flared out in a ring
Without any strings, she flies like a kite
A vision of grace on a windless night
Carving her masterpiece there on the lake
Gaining more power with each breath she takes
Joy beneath heaven on a starry night
In a world of white drenched in golden light
A girl with a dream and a pair of skates
Swan in a ballet on a frozen lake.
The moonbeams of the
Flows and sweetly kisses the
In the blue sky all-stars look
I can't stop thinking you, oh
The winds bring the soft
aroma of the belly flower
I am standing as a lonely
field near to my window
And see a couple of glow-
worm flying together
Ah! This every sweet thing
carries me to you.
Suddenly in my thoughts at
a sane island
Oh beloved! I see we both
are so close
Sharing an eternal love by
holding each other hand
From eyes to eyes, lips to
lips, nose to nose.
There we are in spiritual
love and a sacred pair
As in painting light and
shade looks pretty together.
It was all a mistake, I dream;
A misunderstanding, it seems.
"You dreamt the whole thing, for God's sake!
Serves you right for not staying awake!
Bad things happen when you fall asleep,
So dry it up hon, why do you weep?
Don't you know God has made a new rule?
I am BACK you crazy old fool!
He has heard you cry out in the night.
He has granted relief from your plight.
It never was and it never shall be;
Pretty nice rule there, don't you agree?"
"I'm awake! I'm AWAKE!" I scream.
(Silly boy, it's only a dream.)
Like skin stretched over broken bones, so tight
But does he know the hold of love's imprint?
Last to dream, first to fall from morning's light
To say to love was only first intent
His voice alone; bind me there forever
With the first man to provoke but my best
Disregarding pains - stabs - to endeavor
'Til the day my love is his to detest
And though he only feels but lovers start
The feeling of what may or may not be
I only dream some day I'll fill his heart
Only then he'll feel deepest love for me-
He'll wake with no crossing from life and dream,
And see love's much more than what it may seem.
I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity
Rated the wise and best striker of the under nineteen’s,
On the playing field, left opposing defenders with headaches,
Rival coaches, trainers and fans with heartaches,
And labelled the inspiration for the teens!
As a result, my heart over-brimmed with joy,
For that career was worth and wisely chosen.
With tears oozing now, painfully lie I awaken,
For me, there is no more joy.
With leg amputation, my ability is permanently impaired,
After vehicle capsized, all dead save me.
But my dream to part of the world’s best completely shattered.
``Does God always care?`` I fondly asked the lad,
``Rejoice, being saved and alive shows that He
Loves and cares for you and me,`` he uttered.
Maddie is born and Moki is OK
and the future for this very moment
looks bright. We begin a brand new day
with fresh new hopes and much light comment,
we dream of all the days that have gone by,
we dream of all the days that are to come,
and all past mistakes now may
be seen as irrelevant and no one
can imagine anything but good
coming from ten tiny fingers and toes.
So we hold our breath and knock on wood,
for the future coming clad in roses.
Maddie is born and Moki is OK
and my life is blessed for another day.