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Grook Dream Poems | Grook Poems About Dream

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Details | Grook |

We are for-against the system

Our voices will never change the system!
Never shall anyone declare that
the youth will ultimately get what they demand!

Continue filling the streets with the leaders of tomorrow
if you wish and
tell us all how well that story worked out for you…

Freedom of expression is not a necessity in this society!
Believe those words when they say
Never!
Never
Take that chance of going against the system

Slowly change the world into a better place...
You can keep trying to.
Just like every fairy-tale
you know.
Everyone wants to hold on to that little brink of hope.

That is the beautiful irony of how it really is.
A courageous Dream
always leads to
Failure!
One will never understand the splendor of truth
until you look at things in one another’s perspective.

[Now read from bottom to top]

Copyright © Jeffrey Feghaly | Year Posted 2015



Details | Grook |

Morning with Cat and Tree



He awakes 
two full hours 
later than usual. 
Well his dreams 
disturbed his sleep 
several times just before dawn 
and he awoke to a safe place 
where everything gradually made sense. 

And the cat came in 
fell asleep on his legs. 

Samuel is grateful to the cat 
for crediting him with humanity, 
believing that cats have 
a way of honoring those 
fundamentally good, at least not harmful.

Samuel is sorry to miss 
the early morning hours. 
The satisfying 
part of the day will abruptly end 
as sources of irritation soon 
begin filtering through his life. 

But the sun is gleaming in the Winter sky. 
The trees seem supernaturally tall, 
dark lines of the branches, 
nude branches like bones 
ooze upward and outward 
through unsystematic pathways in space. 

He wonders how the trees 
choose the holes in space through which 
the branches expand. 
They are amoeba like,
protoplasm squirts up 
through invisible narrow channels in the air.

Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2013