Best Dreaming Poems
A violent scene lay before me
Huddled in death, there’s Ella, Mary-belle, everywhere I could see
Swollen tongues, sunken eyes, frail bodies strewn in the hot powdery dirt,
I sniff the sharp stench of death, I catch my breath, swallow, stomach clenched, alert
Stark rocky outcrops, blister amongst the sharp needles of spinifex grass
Stones, sand and mica glints, ants scurry about their tasks
Red dirt, blue sky, sun bears down relentless upon the tin roof of the Station
Majestic hills, once coral reefs, the Chinamen pushed wheelbarrows up them, Dinosaurs, Indigenous people walked here long ago in my imagination
Soft bursts of purple feathery flowers of Mulla Mulla joyfully sway in the crisp air this morning, locked in the silent perennial embrace of that blue blue sky
Frivolous, dollies those desert girls, with their sweet smell and blush as I walk by
I think I’ll put a bullet in my head in that very spot
To die in such fine company, you make those tough choices on the land, easy as, why not
5,000 cattle dead, I’d cry, but there’s no more water in my eyes, in a blink, all gone so terribly wrong
I’ll sleep with my cows tonight, Ella, Mary-belle in the Mulla Mulla desert dreaming, on the land is where I was born and where I belong
FLUTTER BY BUTTERFLY
DANCE YOUR WAY ACROSS THE SKY
WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS THOSE DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS
FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT STILL SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT
NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART IT CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART
TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE IS THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE
OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME THAN SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE
EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE OH I KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE
WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY FOR HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME
WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE I’LL STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE
THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE AND WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE
I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT AT THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT
DREAMING WITH BUTTERFLIES
Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating.
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly -with every Christmas treat I take.
But I can't stop feasting, my size increasing;
when I stand on the scales they'll break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline,
so take that chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat,
and may all my body lose its fat!
(I no longer make my traditional chex mix and
many candies I used to cook for the holidays!~)
Will poems to my dull senses rise,
In plainer garb, or apt disguise?
Can turn of phrase else serve an end,
To vanquish foes or win a friend?
What ardor gains a rhyme’s release,
To grant me treasured moment’s peace?
Or is it merely hubris’ child,
That lets me dream I’m Oscar Wilde!
2nd Place, Best Poetic Form, Poet Destroyer A
Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes
alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys
dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke
Drifting low circling from out of chimneys pots high
slowly moving creeps inner vision dancing with me
candy floss happily towards the glen sweet aroma scent
Scenting turf fires the nostrils with wild scent upon air as
a sun melting her warm fingers into one's back soothing
pure in a baby blue clear sky setting, rising high feelings
Upon a cool caressing Autumn breeze Mother Nature
arrives with songbirds singing sweet clearly with echoes
and most beautiful tunes carried ever so gently in the air
Within a quite stillness silently whispers gasp and cry
splitting down the middle a teardrop falls always slowly
in love with this forever dream, and to the end sighs
Standing on the edge of a pretty crystal cool blue pond
while watching the presence of beautiful fairy elves
and their most wonderful laughs and smiles so ever true
Smelling the wonderful aroma of pure mountain air
with that assured feeling the all is fresh, crisp, real
and flowers, plants, and grass talking to one another
Dreaming many perfect dreams of mermaids sitting
grouped in a green water pool at the waterfall’s edge
and sensing their joy, beauty, laughter, and smiles
This is what dreams are made of as we sense and see
most wondrous things and objects of perfect symmetry
as we feel mountain rain and a most delicious soft wind
Mother Nature and her magical world of treasures and
such beauty indeed make all gods of centuries past and
present stand up and applaud graciously our Dreaming One
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 20, 2014)
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
S tarlit night sky dreams
T o reach for us,
A journey from infinity to finite
I nverse of our dreams,
R eciprocal of zero
W alking down to touch us
A long the starway from the stars;
Y esterdays will be tomorrows
T here will be a reverse journey,
O blivion in the tiny hand of a child,
T ime will be standstill
H ours to minutes to seconds
E very moment frozen to a single eternity.
S tarlit night sky also dreams
T o come down nearer to earth,
A s dreams also dream of us
R eversing our dreaming......
S hhh...dreams are dreaming!
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Placement: 9th;(Feb. 2012)
Contest:Stairway to the stars
Sponsor:Linda-Marie
By :kash poet
I knew you long before
pursuit's intention shone,
felt you in sun's fiery warmth
& shooting star surrender,
heard your voice on soft
burbled whispers of sweet zephyrs
and nectar'd songs of hummingbirds,
saw your depths of magnificence
in sapphire ocean tides
cresting 'neath effulgent moons
savoring breaths of crystalline
snowflakes on crisp sea air,
I knew strength in your convictions
for it braved every fantasy's illusion
acquiesced 'tween dulcet desires,
whilst the strong presence of your charms
envelop'd every night's dreaming
Collaborative creation of Merged pens
w/the talented Poetress Brenda Chiri
Mesmerized by the allure
of a satin velvet kissable embrace
Rose lips wet whispering
chocolate fondue candlelight dreams
Silhouetted moans ... embroidery glow
of a pastel iris earth bed,
straddled by a silvery smile crescent moon
Night eyes looking down,
daydreaming of anticipated love arriving
A spent dawn isn’t coming too soon
Time stands still in the middle of a creamy midnight
Heart throated moans ... waves of ecstasy
Tidal pleasure ebb and flows,
daydreaming of you merging into me
I see your night eyes aroused ... sensual awakening
Laying with silver moon beams streaming thru the window
Waking me to watch,
as it dances over your beautiful ebony body
You call them night eyes ... looking down I see it now
Synchronicity reveals itself
coming in recurring patterns of sequences around me
During these times,
the universe mysteriously
make us
the center of its agenda
Allowing us to move together as one in this night of our souls
Writing us into this cosmic wonder, as it continues to unfold for us
Ecstasy is ours
in those ebb and flow of waves,
as cries pass full lips
Dreaming of mine lips
stiflng those cries as we look into night eyes dreaming....
My heart skips a few beats
before I realize that I’m not breathing.
Am I dying? I ask myself
but there is no response
Is this the end?
I close my eyes
It feels so much like falling
much like suffocating
much like nothing
I don’t know what’s going on around me
all I know is that I just felt a breath leave me
my eyes fly open and see the people around me
My heart must be beating
I don’t know if this is a reality
or if I’m dreaming
All I know is I hear screaming
Then I realize
It’s coming from me
Out of my lungs
Through my mouth
Out into the already intoxicated air
Evaporating everything
I don’t know if this is a reality
Or if I’m dreaming
Dreaming of Yesterday's Wine
Sitting alone at the edge of the ocean
breathing the mist and the brine;
pondering deeply the seas endless motion
while dreaming of yesterday’s wine.
Ocean breeze blowing through golden locks flowing
over her shoulders divine.
Missing caresses and love always showing
while dreaming of yesterday’s wine.
Tenderness traded their passions they sated
under the moons gentle shine;
longing for rewind of moments created
and dreaming of yesterday’s wine.
One day it happened temptation came calling
beckoning seemed so benign
‘twas but an omen of times so appalling
now dreaming of yesterday’s wine.
Love they once shared now just memories pondered,
moments in time left behind;
thinking so sadly her love that was squandered
and dreaming of yesterday’s wine.
November 2, 2018
California Dreaming
5/9/2025
Her memories like the softest, velvet clouds, gliding swiftly, were being
Dried from their moistness.
How grateful she was to follow.her dreams to California, freed from their
cold, and most unhelpul voices.
It took her some time to let go of old friends and warm, familiar faces,
And she knew it was her soul’s relentless, choices.
On the airplane, tears fell as the plane ascended, and she realized, heading
into the sunset, the strength of her own inner voices.
Misinformed as ever was,
as sad as sad can be,
for no one cared or dared to love
a creature such as she.
Time rolls past and in its’ dust
she wonders where it’s gone,
left standing still with faded eyes,
a vessel dreaming on.
As crazy-paved as garden paths,
and blinder than a tree,
holding court with ghosts of kids
who never lived to be.
Imagined loves she never met,
no truth to rest upon,
just make-believe and pharmacy
a vessel dreaming on.
the red glow so far away
so close, embraced
the burst of innervated dawn
restraining its awe
the uplift of a lemony-spring
sponge-squeezed from the sudsy sun
the faucet of quiet waters turned off
the aura of a red and white sail on the run
and my day’s just begun
just wait
until the unspooling of the supermoon
the sand dunes of midnight
dreaminess in the lightly rocking socket
infused with Panamanian water lilies
whereas my ears leap at the splash
of oar-rowed canoes
my eyes behold but a shadow of heaven
and i almost die right there and then
in my dugout
i awake to a blue ceiling with stars
hazardly close
unable to breach the barrier reef
i sink into my pillow
in stillness
asleep
6/25/2019
I felt the sea on my pulse,
the salt in my brunette,
pebbles underfoot,
the net dragging me.
I felt the familiar ebb and flow,
close to shore,
tippy-toes.
The coconut permeates the dawn,
its scent infiltrating,
its oils reverberating.
I feel the palms bending low,
so low I can touch
their feather fronds;
and fronts clashing.
First drops of the storm,
so tender-pitter-patter,
light thunder,
soft lightning.
Nearby volcano erupting,
you think I’m dreaming
about your lava eyes.
Beach blanket soaked,
settling into muddy sand,
its tartan, tanned
and connecting
with the waves,
overlapping.
The island’s going under -
the thunder, ecstatic;
its lightning erratic.
Surrounded by water,
a dugout
with flapping wings -
the canoe is land.
Lily pads on steroids
float upon deceptive waters -
so pretty I can touch them;
and caiman too.
All that’s ever been
resides in sandy eyes;
I’ve collected seashells
in my mind.
Lay dreaming on the beach
Listening to the ocean roar
Ecstasy filled my soul with delight
My mind wandered ~
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
My heart raced ~ faster
Pulsating beats of rhythm
To the sound of the ocean
Splashing vigorously in my mind
Intense heat filled my body
Dripping with sheer ~ delight
My heart missing beats
I learned how to live unkissed, until ...
That night changed everything
I screamed ~ “Tie me to your Tongue “
Please, please ~ I’m begging now
Passed the stage of no return
Tonight is the night
Desire ~ becomes fire
It’s raining roses and love riots
Oh ! I feel your tongue caress me
I don’t want this to stop
I can take it ~ more~ more
The moon is an honest Manipulator
Brighter the moon shone, hotter I became
Is this a dream ~ or reality ?
I don’t wanna wake up
Feelings of desire, engulf me
Ocean calls me into you
If time turns, will scars stain the sky ?