Beneath the ribs, a hidden trove
Where dreams and memories drove
Not jewels of gold, but gems of love
In whispered thoughts, the heart, a dove
From laughter's Light to sorrow's tears
Unveil the treasures held so dear,
Each pulse is a story, etched and bright
And in your heart, find inner might
With thoughts in tons, ready to take flight
Unleash the riches held within, bathed in guiding light
Words and thoughts brought together written on paper in beautiful form
when minds & thoughts aren't straight, it's hard to identify best professors
August 19/2023
??Dreams and Thoughts
Shift that dial
Time
Is a no mans land
An existential drift
Are you the dream?
Or are you the dreamer?
These Thoughts
Inside your head
Up down and upside down
Streaming
Screaming
Whispering
Deftly walking on quicksand
As you observe
Half truths and no truth
Feeding your thought
Thought feeding your mind
Cascading like a matrix
downloading
Informing, cross referencing
Incessant
In that funk
It’s all just junk
Those thoughts
Let them go
Let it all go!
Drift away
Do it today
Follow your heart
It’s time for you to decide
Are you the dreamer?
Or are you the dream?
For those thoughts are not me
They are not you
Just information overload
And
It’s gonna explode!
Take cover
Your heart
Quintessentially true.
That is you.
Beautiful and free
No words are needed
No thoughts heeded
It’s within or
Without and for all to see
For you are you and I am me
and we are
one.
So
Are you the dream?
Or
Are you the dreamer?
Dreaming this dream?
Get in that flow
just
let it all go!
By Pskips
What's heard for a word's echo
And soundless, thought-vibrate
Way up into this starred night
Will they now dissipate?
If its true all that's done here
Transforms the universe
For good or ill retract, I
All such; adverse, perverse!
D-o
A-ccept
N-ote
I-n
E-xciting
L-ines
A-nd
T-houghts
A-s
B-irthday
L-ets
A-crostic
T-opic
E-ntertain
Topic: Birthday of Daniela Tablate (May 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
within the shadows of dusk
the sky bleeds itself dry
like the blood of my muse
in inkless stages of darkness
whispers fall through summer's trees
in breathless little sighs
muffled beneath the hover
of hummingbird's wings
as they suckle nectar nearby
i am lost somewhere
in their distant chatter
and thunderous roars
rumbling the hillside
as clouds loom above
swirling like thoughts
in the depths of mind
only to be lost again
as momentary rains
spiral downward
then vanish
as quickly as they came
i watch the prismatic wings
swiftly fly off into the distance
as the sky erupts in an arc
of vibrant colors
then fades beneath the gray
becoming a blank canvas
much like this mind of mine
as the shroud of darkness
blankets my muse
in silence again
June 26, 2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (1) any form any theme Poetry Contest
You, he or she and me
We are human;
No conflict among us
as human being;
various beliefs and power of thoughts
separate us on the relativity of acceptance
-Wednesday, July 10, 2019 Chattogram
Money & Thoughts
By: Tom Wright
1998
Strange,
how money [or the lack of,
and appearances,
influence our thought patterns,
often affecting our actions towards others.
When the affluent dare to be different
they're referred to as Individualists,
or often called Eccentric,
with "a mind of their own".
When they help others
they're called Philanthropists,
and everyone seems to know!
When poor men dare to be different
They're often looked upon as Indigents,
Vagrants, "Rustic" or Bums,
"Without both oars in the water".
When they help others
They're considered stupid
and no one cares for
"It couldn't have amounted to much".
Thoughts about my great friend Wagon John
Deepest Memories and Thoughts
A little child
with big wet tears
An early love
a crushed heart
Feelings of utter loneliness
other people’s cruelty
Jagged-broken glass
a big toe bleeding profusely
Crying in the dark
as shadows close in
Childhood fight
a broken-bloody nose—the “Bully Boy” lost
A person’s deception foisted on others
fools are born—never give suckers an even break
A cousin in adolescence dies suddenly
his body—bloodless, inexpressive, stone-cold
Praying to God on this tragedy
His answer—Silence, Why?
Human Nature
expect the unexpected
Unexpected kindness
a stranger’s gift or a good deed
That First kiss
still blushing today
Your dreams
never lose sight of them
Long-dead parents and grandparents
always in my heart and my psyche
Life and Death
the finite boundaries of our mortal world
Eternity beckons to us all
have no fear—embrace it
On meeting God one day—
Oh, that’s who you are! mirabile visu!
My Wife, My Love, My Life
—an eternal blessing for sure!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
May 1, 2018 (Lyric)
Lost in a field of my own emotions and thoughts,
wondering if I was the cause of my own faults,
how did this happen, unpleased with the results
of any transactions that I took apart of upon this planet,
laughter, those giggly sensations has faded away, now all
you get from me is a straight face, love, the feeling I once knew, taken
away by someone you let break through our bond just to get to you, hate
that intense dislike that I have for anyone who gets near my heart ,ready to shred them apart, doubt, that feeling of uneasiness that I have when I'm near you from the lack of trust, loyalty, that I display but its hard for you to show and prove so you run away. I shut down and shut you out while building that wall back up that I let you tear down, as I sit and drown in my own emotions and thoughts while my body lays in a field of tears. I wonder sometimes what am I doing here?
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I have filled my mind with dreams and thoughts
I have drawn conclusions that seem real.
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
As Ted Hughes said, his fishing was the sport
Which brought both meditation and a meal.
I have studied minds and dreams and thoughts
We see ,like that, new images are caught.
In silence and in noticing the feel
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
What we find may not be what we sought
At first ,it may not show its wise appeal
I have found my mind through dreams and thoughts
In the night the images take flight.
God’s lioness destroys what is congealed
What’s of value’s not by effort wrought.
Like a butterfly, a flowering dart
Of love and beauty which was once concealed
I have found my mind by dreams, my wordless thoughts.
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
value of taste's lost
when naturality's lost
of all things and thoughts
bound as natural
though made as artificial
thanks God nature's there
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