Best Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of Poems

A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build...

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The narwhal, so some people say,
Is the unicorn of the ocean,
And when he does what narwhals do,
He's poetry in motion.
His "tooth", an ivory swordlike tusk,
Is...

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I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the...

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“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while...

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A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build...

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A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce...

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Walking through 
the old city 
   One feels the power 
of this metropolis 
The narrow streets are 
  filled with youngsters 
running...

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The waves were gently beating
against the stark white sand
as we stood together gazin
out where there was no land.

Just endless, rolling ocean
with a caressing, scented breeze.
The...

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Faith has a way to show you how,
Intent can free the force within;
Nurture fond say right here and now,
Explore and be the face unseen.
Hurl your...

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Upon our stage we romp and rage
in Goldilocks’s golden cage
amongst colossal cosmic crowd
with spark of liveliness endowed
of pomp and circumstantial fate,
whose worth we underestimate,

in constant...

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As I was walking on the beach one day, with my dear friend in mind,
a shiny sparkling stone was there, for me to see and...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

Found us abed thee twelfth day
of December, cuz yours truly 
still felt dehydration, physical 
fatigue...

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Versus me 
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring 
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another 
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish...

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Brexit Sonnet No.27
‘For Article 50’
 

Our Will; Methinks he would’st protesteth much!
Brexit marks our discontented winter.
By the pricking of our thumbs, We are such
Stuff as...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

(joining "Wynken, Blynken and Nod"
at figurative drop of hat
even if yours truly immediately
woke from his...

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