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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.

Leon Enriquez
08 November 2014

Copyright © Leon Enriquez

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A Poet's Happy Dream

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)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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A Penny For Your Thoughts

"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories" Author unknown _____________________ 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 Sonnet For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick Theme - Deep thoughts Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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Blossoms and Bubbles

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      

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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I dreamt it all

	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.

Copyright © Choene Alley Semenya

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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, mid-70's

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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A Mind Disturbed

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.

Copyright © Hasan Hilmy

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Dare I, Own Up And Confess

Dare I, Own Up And Confess

Whispering shadows floating in the dark
Sound of laments ringing in their wake
Biting with wicked teeth so like a shark
seeking one lost and lonely soul to take!

Alarm clock wakes me from such a dream
yet bloodstains are at foot of the bed
How silly! All was not as it did seem
nightmares rage inside my old, aching head!

Rising to race quickly to the cold shower
stepped in a slippery,soft and warm mess
Blood on my feet, shows dreams have power
now the police demand I own up and confess!

Waking! My ankles shackled to these bars
Got a feeling,this dream going to leave scars!

Robert J. Lindley. 08-15-2015

Note. A dark sonnet for a change.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Farmers Wish


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

Copyright © Roger Hawes

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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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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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

Copyright © Carolina Yankee

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Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear

Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear

Cool flowing brook, clear water up to my knees
This day, vacation into mother Nature's lair
Wading in, beautiful stream wrapped in trees
This morning's softest  breeze, blowing my hair.

A step on back, into this my favorite wild woods
Enjoying life, pleasures in such gentle things
Wandering and admiring, all of Nature's goods
Each moment embracing, treasures the forest brings!

Beautiful vista begging me to shade and rest
Soft green, flowers telling me, lay right here
This fine comfy bed, part of Nature's best
Where I rest my tired Soul and dream with no fear!

My Soul begging me, never to dare ever miss.
Mother Nature's sweet embrace, a kiss like this!

R. J. Lindley
June 14th, 1981

Note- Another poem from my private journal.
While looking for a poem on darkness and death there 
I found this one and thought, just present this sonnet.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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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

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Behind Your Closet Door


Behind your closet door,
a monster, you decide,
has moved the toys aside
to snooze upon the floor.
So near you'll hear him snore
you fear, from there inside.

So I, this very night,
when certain you have been
kissed on your cherry chin
and loved with all my might,
in just the gentle light
the moon and stars let in,

will hold you safe and tight
until your dreams begin...


Copyright © Lycia Harding

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Fading Dream

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.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr.

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Dream Lover

He comes in my sleep, in the quiet hours and brings with him feelings of deep emotion I pray that tonight will bring me the power to wrap me again in his love and devotion When dawn tints the sky, all my dreams will fall dead But moonlight will bring him to my window sill I lay down my head on the soft pillowed bed, then feel his warm arms fold around me, still Sleep's cunning deceit, makes believe he is mine But, a morning's sunrise knows the fool am I Daylight will take him, and my heart is resigned to mourn for my lover, where dreams go to die He comes in moonlight, where love's passion ignites, 'til it takes him away in the dawn's early light
_______________________________________________ 10/29/15 Carrie Richards Resubmitted for Trashed #3, sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Curse my fate

Destiny? Curse my fate, untoward fate.
Born with innocence, sinless life of peace,
forsaken by loves dreams to cast a state
for chained forgotten mind, to find release
from the echoed silence; of silent frowns.
Falsely burdened by sullen existence,
without caring words, love‘s echoying sounds;
future‘s remedies remain‘d in distance.
Wistful only; more lonely, rich in hope
than livid of passion; seeking love pure
as was destiny’s lie; struggling to cope
without the magic touch of love’s cure.

Curse my fate; we are born with innocence,
wherefore lies the secrets of condolence.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren

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Dream Forever

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.

Copyright © cecil hickman

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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.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa

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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...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa

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A Dream

 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

Copyright © Joseph May

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Dream Keeper

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

Cornish Sonnet: 

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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A Dream

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

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
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

Copyright © shadab shaikh

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Swan Lake

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. 

Copyright © Elaine George

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My Dream Home

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!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Lovers 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.

Copyright © Dana Smith

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Fair Memory

   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
(Motif: Romantic)

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt

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Dreams Unseen

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

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt

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October 25,2003

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.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos