Best Dream On Poems
It used to be that many dreamed.
At least that is the way it seemed.
But that was more than a few years ago now.
A good life in which we all starred;
a house with fence around the yard:
The dream which the hard-working man could strive for. . .
Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on.
We can dream on; we can dream on.
We only had to go to school,
Be sure to follow every rule,
like paying toward our own security plan
with special taxes all must pay.
They rise; we pay them anyway,
believing we’ll get by in our great gold years
Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
In years when wars were being fought,
The dream, still strong, was being sought,
by Veterans returning to their loved ones.
Prosperity came after war,
for everyone kept wanting more,
so things improved, at least as I recall them. . .
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
The kids who went to college would
then graduate and as they should,
could work in their profession, raise their families.
Eventually they’d have a house
and growing older with their spouse,
look forward to retirement, their home paid for. . .
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
Retirement funds in just one year
ran dry and CEO’s, I hear,
got bonuses while laying off their workers.
Young graduates cannot find work
and horrors round each corner lurk
for those who lose their jobs and source of income.
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
Today we have to buckle down
and try hard not to show a frown
while searching for a job that pays less money
while politicians talk their talk
but don’t know how to walk the walk,
and sit there making sure they get their raises!
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
The Congress just keeps playing dumb
And half the country has gone numb
while stressing over what’s in store for us now
because of lies that we were told,
like how we’d live when we got old.
“Dream on” I say (but not in Mama’s same tone).
Chorus: We can dream ON; We can dream ON. . .
For the HALLELUJAH Contest of Frank H.
they have awoken
but yet not spoken
ending dream still intact
but sensory they lack
visions not yet found
lazy distant muffled sounds
delayed feeling of sensation
awareness held for re-creation
I hope when you sleep,
you dream. And I hope
when you dream, you
dream of me. And I hope
when you wake, you wake
with a smile. Because your
lips, found my lips in that
perfect stillness that fills
the space between such a
long and beautiful blink.
Dream on
Be it white rabbit holes of wonderlands
Or black holes of never-here flounder lands ,
Dreaming on and on
Vaunted webs they spawn
In this ‘ uni-verse’ that ever expands*.
Expanding like vapor, fluff and free verse
In eccentric quest, new frontiers traverse
Dreamlands roaming
Ideas beaming
Procreating, creating things diverse.
Diverse, like what is extant, are all stuff
From the nutsy-feverish heads of buffs
Their ways are damn strange
Their worlds like deranged
Salt of earth, they are, above all rebuff.
Kneading up, weeding and leading the earth
Right , left or centre , ever, two cents worth
Although they grandstand
And get praised or panned
Of their wisdom, world should not be in dearth.
*Science tells that the universe keeps on expanding by itself.
Black hole is a region in space- time whose gravity field is too strong for anything including light to escape from it.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
22 jul 2013, Limerick
A dream so real
A feeling of being there
While asleep in my bed
In a wooded area
With a narrow winding road
Leading me to a river
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.)
DREAM ON
I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms.
We dream on, in the land of the free,
but where freedom comes at a cost and
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream.
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,
To the cool relief of mist burning over a
desert black top as I brain storm lessoning
to heart beat of my favorite song.
We dream on, from the top of
lonely tropical island hill top
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze.
Poetry by Keith K. Relf
Anatomy's a bugaboo
But dreaming is not a taboo!
There is something under
Your clothes--so no wonder
I've thought of things I like to do
Author's note: This is about private parts. We usually keep these to ourself, but the ideas we have are there and cannot be purged from our bed. However, it's not great to brag or make rating lists public. A lesson for the Donald and the Harvard mens' soccer team. What turkeys!!
Long long ago, when my parents first met,
They Fell in love like everyone....
And Started that long treck.
Perhaps like you, they fell in love!
And they found out there was more
Than just kissing and dancing and
making love.
In those days, marriage was in order!
And in order to eat, they had to work!
Yes, it was in their character....
Those were days, when work was not
considered wrong,
How proud they were to start each day
With gratitude to God and a song!
They worked during the great depression,
And not one word of complaint did I hear.
My mother stood in the snow with hundreds
of others.
Waiting for just one job opening!
I guess they just don’t make them like my
mother and father anymore!
My father, would faint,If he were here,
Seeing the rush and greed, for FREE
everything!
It is not some thing any of us should
cheer!
One day, after many years, you will get
To Happily, retire!
congratulations, you did what God asked
You to do.
Making this world a better place, for people
Just like you.
Both opened a very fine store, worked long,
way over 10 hours a day.
Their dispositions never soured.
My grandpa, live with us too.
I know, all are in heaven, as
They shared their wealth with any
Needy brethren.
4/24/2022
From Garden of Eden through Thebes
A dream was built of an Adam and an Eve
Of it the bone of an Adam, comes that of an Eve
A helper, the name giveth to her by the most High.
And to forget not to share with the same tongue,
The fruit of life, full of grief and glee.
There begin from the beginning, the rituals called kiss.
Whither thy kiss for me to build my dream?
A dream envisioned on a solid rock of Gibraltar
That which cannot become grime in the wind.
Kiss causing tongues to speak off known languages
An arrow that ruffles and travels through the taste bud
I am a dreamer in search of a kiss to heal my maw sour
Just drop it . . . and off I go to build up a dream in the sky.
Conceptualized for a lady called Tobi,
In the mad quest to have a kiss to build a dream on.
It's like that Aerosmith song,
you have to capture it, feel
it melt in your palms. that
true gold, the things you did
that everyone said you couldn't
you chased it, even when you knew
you were far behind in this everlasting
competitive race. when you got knocked
down, but picked up your shattered ego
and trudged on. you were told you weren't
good smart, strong or good enough to
capture it. you've smelt the pure jealousy
of those that have knocked you down,
because you choose to rise over and over
again. Sure you've doubted yourself along
the way, thought about giving in, thought
you wouldn't make it to the finish line. You
began seeing yourself as the failure they
see you as. Just when you start to believe
that everyone was right, you've come to a
point when you have to choose between whom
you want to be and who they want you to be.
You have to keep being you and never cease
to stop, because dreams are reachable, even
when they seem lost in the stars.
Whistling through forests grey and darkening
Warning night hunters back to hiding
Wind on violin branches ice tears crying
Whipping tender limbs and stiff trunks knocking
Weak pines with roots from ground unearthing
Whirlwind dance broken life bouncing
With snow drifts peaks and angles rounding
Walking in through cracks with ice teeth biting
While shoeless dreams on endless
White sands with azure blue skies are running
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/23/21
Third Place: Eve Roper-Alliteration-12/22/20
DREAM ON!
All is not as it seems,
I see visions and dream dreams,
Our Great Southern land,
To the world a helping hand,
A vast land of goodness,
In times that are ageless,
Our lucky land,
Despite issues not so grand,
Spreading peace across the Earth,
Yes, what would that be worth?
All is not as it seems,
I see visions and dream dreams.
I initiate
I give
Love
Lord
somehow they forgot
to include one procedure
they asked if I could help them
move you to a bed
I gladly helped lift you up
and stroked your hair one last time...
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