Best Daydreamers Poems
Flair
of ink
spilling sweet
cloudbursts of thought
flare billows of young imagination -
daydreamers ride the mind of story-time
using wands of
enchantment
penning
worlds
Susan Ashley
November 28, 2020
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Double Tetractys 6
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Picture # 1
Poetry Soup Syllable Counter Per Line: 1 2 3 4 10 10 4 3 2 1
Total # Syllables: 40
Daffodil catalogue
Dropped in my mailbox~yeah!
Dandy dancers in breeze
Dainty cups on display
Daydreamers can stash some
Dreams of fields bright yellow.
Decide use in winter
Longevity dreamers don’t wanna
deal with me
I’m short straw bad for good health
Liquidators that are paid handsomely
to handle the hazard,
don’t quite make it home safely
after coming in direct contact with me
Material perks comes with a radioactive
buyers remorse poisoning penalty
Emergency workers sub-contracted to die,
get an all-expenses-paid funeral tax-free
Courtesy of government policy
Four lethal isotopes, I possess
Brief exposure can be genetic deadly,
even if you’re wearing a protective, cobalt-lined suit
Come any DNA closer to me,
and your uranium saturated body will receive
a guaranteed morgue visit, very shortly
Got four jellyfish gaseous tentacles
that’s gon beta burn sting
Two thyroid growth-stunting twins:
caesium-134 and 137
will double date you
with a mutating embrace extra finger eleven
Along with strontium-90
and iodine-131
These four cancer flirts are sure to give body hurt:
acute radiation ... grab the suicide gun
Extending invitations for a half-life
Party over
before the sunset get golden twilight
Radionuclides will get daydreamers sober,
as the mortality music stops at midnight
When I get under the skin,
epidermiological odds are,
your whole life is gonna get cut short
So don’t hold your breath,
half of nothing is all you got left
false outlines oft blurred
constant change morphs and blends whites
daydreamers delight
My soul is eager to return again
And climb the steep trail where stones fall free ~
Among the small robins that drink the rain
And the sweet meadowlarks that sing for me
I follow the path overlooking the hills
My heart feels envy as falcons hover ~ ~
A startled heron causes my eyes to thrill
I watch silver wings break free from cover ~
How brilliantly fly glittered wings of wonder
If only I too, could circle the earth!
To behold the world from the sky, and ponder
Why not each creature have wings at birth?
Free earth’s bondage into luminous air?
With daydreamers flight, I am almost there
Time, the great equalizer, yet mastered by none;
Deadline’s enemy, said to fly when linked with fun.
An endless river flowing toward the future;
Excites planners anticipating adventure.
If time was the medium to settle the score,
Would it make people pause and reflect a bit more;
And gauge success by serving a higher purpose;
Not by the rat-race, keep-up, cash-chasing circus?
Asset? Liability? Depends on one’s use;
To daydreamers, it can be a life-wasting muse.
Valuable to those who save early in life;
But wait too long, and it engenders later strife.
A claimed healer of wounds, helping many forget;
Prior mistakes, harms, other sources of regret.
Time moves steadily forward, present becomes past;
Outpacing people, places, things that do not last.
(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly
tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained...
words, which this Engelbert
Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this Dadaist)
offers "FAKE" apology for any
self inflicted, or sadomasochistic
flagellated cranial contusions
out of utter futility to make sense
regarding following gobbledygook!
GOOD LUCK!
Mine groovy palmar flexion creases
forever moistened by porous size
damn leaking levees provoking deluge
outranking Biblical flood - handy history
(in miniature) replete with Ark keel
logical artifacts discovered by hall n
oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and
5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle,
when callous ten hooks (calisthenics,
eh) caught without Noah shadow of a
doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott,
(amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied
testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh,
nee the entire spoilers alerts since
dawn of civilization writ small impossible
mission to decipher indelibly etched,
(what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics),
methinks his perspiration contains
preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde
like substance) generated nsync to maintain
eternal youthfulness, which stumps
medical community, and earned him
hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought
after human commodity), a blessing
and curse palms plagued with chronic
wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams
of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty
teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens
back when life held faint promise for
scattered (contra) bands of bipedal
hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting
(Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled
windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid
heir'm barreling along barren steppes
all around the one straggly mulberry bush,
where one pensive monkey (protohuman)
chased the weasel all around the world wide web.
Garden of Zen, showers of cherry blossoms dance pink on champagne air. Taste of sunshine new on the tongue, winter’s bleak falling away, ides of March blow deep breath, morning songs perch on ivory branches, tiny tinkling chatter beckons the daylight, speaking in unison winter is worn and ready to live. Flamingos on long stems dredge thru giant purple lily pads , silky opal waters reflect red poppies circling ponds, wheel of time, hand of the sundial nnbendable. Clay statues smile, seasons memorized, silver notes on butterfly wings, Children paint layers of rice paper, onion skin thin in theatre colors. Skydancers begin to form mythical creatures with narrow bones of balsa, soon to collide with sunlight’s magic. Phantasmagoria awakens the dragons, paisley monster, green scaled lizards contorting, streamers ripple, undulating symmetrical patterns, peacocks strut, shimmering feathers ruffle, tiger engage in battles, horses pursue hawks, pointed winged unicorns dive thru puffy white pillows catch spring thermals. Ships of imagination sail rough waters, warriors defend comrades riding shadows thru euphoric laughter that marinates afternoons summoned by the goddess of mirth winds blow clouds into fortune cookie shapes, fantasies, daydreamers, waltz silent and free; childlike wonder escaping erupting, opaque particles of sparkling youth, red cheeked cherub faces, squeals of merriment, innocence transcends time, spiritual existence, nature, finding utopia on a string of fortunate sensations
*Image of Queen's Corgi Whisper by MetroN.
A Dog's Itch
Sepulchral presence seeps a dream,
Nightmarish thoughts spirit the theme,
Fortunate beseech blest pleasance,
Seeps a dream sepulchral presence.
Endless priors fruitless outcome,
Undying fail roughly succumb,
Deathly hallows a field day fires,
Fruitless outcome endless priors.
Zenith star wilts forsook expressed,
Powers that be affect possessed,
Imagined ills astir the guilts,
Forsook expressed zenith star wilts.
Subdued impulse like a dog's itch,
Favors the nine saved timely stitch,
Daydreamers revive to repulse,
Like a dog's itch ... subdued impulse.
2022 September 12
Swap Quatrain
~~Emile Pinet
*RZ & HMS; 8 syllables per 16 lines.
Many have dreams always at night or day-
whatever the time their conscious is swayed.
It's what a daydreamer's mind weaves upon a future horizon void.
It's what dreamy looking eyes see on a superstar admired from afar.
It's where dreamers of nightmares come against fears they should face.
It's how long hoped dreamers set about making results of efforts take place.
It's when daydreamers slip away on a conscious moment lost in thought.
It's when dreamers of nightmares skirt about through their unconscious caught.
It's why dreamy looking eyes ponder whims upon a single glance.
It's when long hoped dreamers believe against the odds increasing their chance.
Notebook décor, hearts and flowers, created with glitter pens, and pretty inks.
Fancy bubble letters writing out love, tulip, magic, and other dainty words.
Mrs. John Pebbles, slyly written inside the notebook, or hidden without, as to not alert
Fourteen-year-old shy John, who might instantly flame up with a horrified red face.
The thirteen-year-old artist/daydreamers smiles as she doodles and colors, math class long forgotten.
She begins coloring in her shapes with turquoise, purple, lavender, pink, red, and yellow.
“MARY!”
Teacher sounds irritated to the listeners in the class.
Mrs. John Pebbles does not hear, she is enmeshed in a glorious daydream with her prince.
“MARY!” A few others look up, but not Mrs. J.
Colored pens are rapidly confiscated by teacher in a swift angry arm swoop upon Mary’s desk.
Mrs. John Pebbles looks up and glares at her with her full woman glare.
A housewife one second, and now a mere thirteen-year-old in math class.
A woman who cannot adorn is a woman scorned.
Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.
(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly
tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained...
words, which this Engelbert
Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this Dadaist)
offers "FAKE" apology for any
self inflicted, or sadomasochistic
flagellated cranial contusions
out of utter futility to make sense
regarding following gobbledygook!
GOOD LUCK!
Mine groovy palmar flexion creases
forever moistened by porous size
damn leaking levees provoking deluge
outranking Biblical flood - handy history
(in miniature) replete with Ark keel
logical artifacts discovered by hall n
oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and
5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle,
when callous ten hooks (calisthenics,
eh) caught without Noah shadow of a
doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott,
(amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied
testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh,
nee the entire spoilers alerts since
dawn of civilization writ small impossible
mission to decipher indelibly etched,
(what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics),
methinks his perspiration contains
preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde
like substance) generated nsync to maintain
eternal youthfulness, which stumps
medical community, and earned him
hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought
after human commodity), a blessing
and curse palms plagued with chronic
wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams
of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty
teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens
back when life held faint promise for
scattered (contra) bands of bipedal
hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting
(Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled
windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid
heir'm barreling along barren steppes
all around the one straggly mulberry bush,
where one pensive monkey (protohuman)
chased the weasel all around the world wide web.
I don't like to sleep... Alone that is
Daydreamers think... Too long that is, for their sake
Days as short as the lives of greats
We miss the mistakes because of the stakes we raise
Watched not raised we forgot to praise but prey
We became when we lost for what we came
Did that title make you a name
Or did that title take the place of your name
In that case
Who are you
Not what do you do, but rather what makes you do
What puts you at ease
What is it about all your dreams
That helps u survive and believe
Cry and then Bleed
Lie and then cheat
U can deny your defeat but
Pain ant nothin but ah past time for me
It hurts so good, I must be alive, what ah life for me
On Dreaming
They are butterfly wings
delicate and fragile thoughts
mere wisps of memory -
ideas strung like gossamer
between the branches of our minds
embrace this gentle play
daydreamers frittering time
too soon the norms of turbulence
will weight the hours we spend -
snatch joy where you can.
I was caved in by the cravings of my heart
The darkness once ripped me apart
But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast
So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad
past
Fear doesn’t exist here
Get a grip on the rope of hope
All anxieties are gone
We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great,
delight-illuminated dawn
I’ll love you until my life is no more
I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness
I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens
above
I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at
first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight –
you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss
I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me
I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse
Before I met you…of course
I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone
Before I met you, I was on my own
V.4 I loved you and you had no clue – that would be
outtah the blue if I told you
I can relate to you – I’ve placed my foot into your shoe
I’ve been sick with the love flu too
Your words – they stick to my brain like a cancer
It’s driving me insane – my future’s a blur
If only I can have her (in my life)
In my life, in my life
I had to face encounters that bruised me with endless strife
This teenager’s crazy infatuation slits me with a knife – it’s
painfully pleasurable to have the hotts for her – one day,
she’ll be my wife!
*chorus* I never had the man guts to say that you
saved me from the death’s snare
But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware
That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal
the truth of what I feel for you deep inside
In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary
cave
In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave
I was caved in by the cravings of my heart
The darkness once ripped me apart
But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast
So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad
past
Fear doesn’t exist here
Get a grip on the rope of hope