Daydreamed Poems

BACK TO SCHOOL

BACK TO SCHOOL
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In August, young Sam felt quite cool,
with a backpack, he headed to school.
     He packed up some peanuts,
     and a few silly musical cuts,
in his lunchbox then thought, “Aren’t I a jewel?!”

His classmates all chuckled and cheered,
as he whispered, “I’m ready, don’t fear!”
     With a pencil in paw,
     he scribbled with awe,
“Math’s nuts! Let’s eat lunch, I declare!”

The teacher, the scholarly Miss Owl, hooted, 
“Pay attention, Sam, or to office you’ll be booted.”
     But he daydreamed of the oak trees,
     and the buzzing of sweet honeybees,
while plotting his next acorn loot.

My Hectic Hair History

There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! 

My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a look I didn’t possess.

I daydreamed of golden locks as a girl, 
Blessed with neither a wave nor with a curl. 

Straighter than hay mine hang in disarray,
Cradle to coffin - lifelong bad hair day. 

And so pertaining my hapless hirsute 
I was braided, I ironed in my pursuit. 

Slept with hard rollers, a perm I did try, 
And lots of hairspray, that’s how I went by. 

In vanity’s name I bent backwards in vain 
Since straight and straighter my old locks remain. 

No quiescent coiffure is meant for me - 
Distressing tresses are my destiny.

Oh, Afterglow, Sweet Afterglow

Double date; in a car’s back seat
could he hear my heart wildly beat?
Love songs played on the radio.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

That long first kiss had been so great
I couldn’t wait for our next date.
I daydreamed of how things might go.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

Once more he held me in his arms.
“Son of a Preacher Man” had charms,
like in that old song I loved so.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

Of course he could not take things far
with me, the teen girl in that car.
Full bliss with him I’d never know.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

He was a guy with need for more.
I became a girl to ignore.
Kisses had sufficed for me though.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

Single Spells

(To the tune of “Jingle Bells”)


Dashing through my tasks,
In a cubicle so tight,
I hear the coffee slosh,
Another deadline fight.

Bells from emails ring,
I can’t ignore the sound,
Oh, what fun it is to sprint
Through tasks that come around!

(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single spells,
Bosses want it fast,
Why did I say I’d stay this late?
This day will never pass!

A week ago today,
I thought I had it done,
But then the boss exclaimed,
“Redo it, just for fun!”

I clenched my teeth and smiled,
(That’s what professionals do),
Then daydreamed of my holiday
And flights to Timbuktu!

(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single spells,
Deadlines never end,
Guess I’ll sing this little song
Until my sanity bends!

Personal

I was dead.
I was dead after hearing how little I meant to the person 
I daydreamed about.
I was numb.
I couldn't feel anything after realising she didn't tried to
 call me even once while I couldn't stop crying about her.
I was stuck.
I was stuck after seeing that he was running a marathon
 while I was struggling to walk 

I will rise
I will rise cause now I've already been through the worst part.

Early poem

From over the miles 
I've jumbled, danced and loved 
I found love been happy and unhappy 
I have lived fantasy, daydreamed 
remembered those who I've lost 
I have felt pregnancy 
longing for sleep 
lived where life has taken me 
mending my loneliness 
learned lessons 
went into relationships blind 
found out when love is not,
but I am here 
Jack of all trades
with my writing 
learning daily 
heading into my next destination 
one page at a time

The Littlest Elf

Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!

Elfie was a mischievous but hard-working little spritel
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just could not do anything right!

For example, he put Jills in boxes labled 'Jacks in the Box',
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!

Talking dolls counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four";
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'!
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!

Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars;
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"

Ravishing and Ripped

                             11/29/2023



           She daydreamed of his body, so strong.
           Now was that really so morally wrong?
           A man with shining, ripped, physicality
           And eyes as inviting, as the green, deep sea.

           Recalling their splendid nights together.
           Nights absent of any of innocent demeanor.
           Unbridled passion, twas a magic hook.
           All published one day in a poetry book!

           Readers eager to relive vividly their heat?
           Ah, their passions, one day shall surely meet!

Im Dreaming of You

Last night I dreamt
What I’ve so longed to do
We made love and spoke of
How all our dreams would come true

You undressed and impressed
With all the things that you knew
Even when I’m not dreaming
I’m dreaming of you

It’s not sunshine and roses
When I open my eyes
Just another long day
Without you by my side

The pain comes and then goes
Into my heart to reside
I’ve wanted you forever
Will I see you tonight 

Even when I’m not dreaming
I’m dreaming of you
I wake up and that’s when
My heartaches come true

I’ve daydreamed of how things
Could be since high school 
Even when I’m not dreaming 
I’m dreaming of you 

Even when I’m not dreaming 
I’m dreaming of you

Once Daydreamed

the moment, i kissed her,
there a tenderness
and a hunger,
a passion we could not dispute,

her, taking me in,
gifting, trading, pulses racing,
unguarded delightful chorus
as i received each gift from her,

and again,i saved each moment,
each thought to myself
over and over.

Never Had My Own Child Name

Never had my own child name; I was a pair. An identical, three pounds each.
Deemed cute, and we knew it. Dancing and prancing; dressing alike. Yuk!
Sundays were spent at church and grandmas. I was outside. My twin was in.
My husband found me at six. Claimed he would marry me. I hated him.
Teachers despised me. I despised them too, no secret. Strong feelings.
School, a prison where I cartooned and daydreamed, hating it.
Married young, best time of my life. Three babies. Better times.
Unforeseen artist, poet, word player, came into my own in my fifties.
Now live my created reality in the country among faeries, butterflies and flowers. 
Cartooning, daydreaming and still at school. Saving haters one at a time.

Written 9-28-2019
Contest: Story of my Life in 10 lines
Sponsor: Silent One

Not To Be

long haired blue eyed doll
in a shop window displayed
the child yearned for it

the mother noticed
her face showed melancholy
not enough money

the big doll stays put
she took her sad child by hand
looking back crying

at home she daydreamed
the mother baked her a cake
the girl smiled and ate

Daydreams

As children we daydreamed
About how amazing our lives would be
As adults we tend to
Fixate on catastrophe 

Kale Brereton
August 5, 2018

Fate-Dreaming, Dream-Waiting

In my youth, sometimes walking down the street, I daydreamed,
fantasizing  all the thrills fate had in store for me.
Reveries of romance became reality for such unbelievably short time
at last I tossed those foolish daydreams to the side!

What good were they? It seems to me, we’re dealt
fate’s hand, whatever it may be. Now as I grow older (wiser?)
I know where wishful thinking gets me. Old reveries have died.
I wonder now if it’s too late to wait again for fate to realize new dreams!


July 3, 2018 for Silent One's Eight Lines Of Fate, When You Wonder If It Is Too Late Poetry Contest

Larry the Fly

"Who am I? Larry the fly!" -Larry 

Larry daydreamed of being a fly.
Eventually he began to live his life
As if he really were a fly.
When people asked in horror,
"Larry, why are you eating dog ****?"
Larry would calmly reply, "I'm a fly."

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