The Back Burner
Miracle Man
1/13/2025
In each life will come
ample opportunities,
daydreamers let pass.
Categories:
daydreamers, dedication, destiny, dream,
Form: Haiku
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.
Categories:
daydreamers, appreciation, blessing, dream, happiness,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
daydreamers, flower,
Form: Pleiades
*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.
Categories:
daydreamers, anxiety, deep, dog, dream,
Form: Quatrain
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
Categories:
daydreamers, beauty, child, imagination, innocence,
Form: Tetractys
Fortuitous, my errant self arose
upon yon glen, my mellow eyes favor
tawny giants teeming with varied life,
nesting, crawling, climbing, perched or flying
gracefully aloft, same endless dreamers.
Shrubs near wandering stream flourish, touching
grassy meadows and flowery hued fields,
where lurks mass of bugs, neath earth, or above,
albeit, they must stay hidden because
they are near the bottom of the food chain.
Chance arrived as held memories motions
around, naught tinkering but flashing by
with the familiar faces that worn some,
same as structures around this grand quaint town
but aged me, always a young boy will be.
A young September and I started work
half a century ago, deadlines
for glens, piled papers are tawny, scrambled
shoe naught crawl, perching on breaks and often
daydreamers are caught, monitored always.
This be the way it was a lifetime pass,
retired September whence I had begun,
lost I, many September, since, begs the
question, so much ground to be recovered,
is there justified sand in my hourglass?
2019 October 31
Categories:
daydreamers, character, destiny, endurance, life,
Form: Blank verse
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.
Categories:
daydreamers, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
Carnelian, tumbled, polished and beautifully elegant,
anchors this daydream in reality and the acceptance of life;
removes all fear of death as this orange gem will assist my soul,
navigate the journey into the maze of the afterlife. (or is that a dream ?)
Egyptians believed in the power of Carnelian, it left them deeply enthralled,
loving this vibrant orange gemstone that blazed of the colors in Autumn;
inside the stone there is a cloudy interior that leaves this girl daydreaming,
and so I must put on my Carnelian necklace from India and feel it's vitality.
now, oh sweetness, I have peace and tranquility and can write my poetry . . .
_________________________
March 25, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Daydreamers: Carnelian
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1006-440-25
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Categories:
daydreamers, color, peace, spiritual,
Form: Acrostic
I shall not God search this out
For you know the secrets of our hearts
We are counted as sheep for the slaughter
and all that matters
As it is written we're all killed liken
All those daydreamers accounted for as sleep for the slaughter
Who shall separate us from our God
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ
Shall tribulation or distress
Give me my body thirst
For forty days and forty nights
Without food or water
we're liken sheep for the slaughter
Shall tribulation or distress
Persecution famine or nakedness
No perils no swords
We are kept by His words
We are His and His alone we're not of this world
Who shall separate us from our God
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ
Shall tribulation or distress
Give me my body thirst
For forty days and forty nights
Without food or water
we're liken sheep for the slaughter
05/17/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
taken from Romans 8:26
from anthology "Sent Up"
Categories:
daydreamers, anxiety, betrayal, character, cheer
Form: Lyric
false outlines oft blurred
constant change morphs and blends whites
daydreamers delight
Categories:
daydreamers, confusion, dream, imagination, nature,
Form: Haiku
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
Categories:
daydreamers, growth, identity, life, lonely,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
daydreamers, words,
Form: Verse
We are drivers
We are fighters
We are weavers
We are receivers
We are lovers
We are doers
We are givers
We are finishers
We are directors
We are educators
We are daydreamers
We are welcomers
We are initiators
We are financiers
We are developers
We are achievers
We are loved
We are equipped
We wow
How we shall do everything
Categories:
daydreamers, faith,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
daydreamers, animals, nature
Form: Sonnet