I am the designer of my own dreams
Forty years shopworn yet still taut,
the past a seamstress rare
Her words reknitted, stitched and purled
—to dress a future bare
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
She sits in the moonlight
and weaves her dreams
of life ideal and happy things.
Then, picks herself up
and slowly walks
back to reality.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
A Poem on Baya Bird for Children and adults too
How can I forget,
This sweet little, dream weaver
Bird Baya,
Whom I love, from the depths of my heart,
This dream weaver Baya,
Reminds me and reminds constantly to all its fans,
How anyone, can weave their dreams
Into a reality,
By collecting one by one each straw,
And then weaving, each straw
With a skill,
Which only needs
Practice and patients only.
.
Children, of this modern generation,
Needs to watch and see this bird,
Very carefully,
How firm determination and practice,
Of any art and skills,
Can be learnt by anyone of us.
All you need, is a will to learn and do it,
With concentration of mind,
Which improves your skills, slowly and slowly
And one day,
You too can give a shape,
To your dreams,
Like this Dream Weaver Baya.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 11/ 12th Jan. 2019
tossed in restless sleep
surrounded by shadowed hands
farewell dream weaver
She spun a web of dreams
With strands of silver moonlight
Centered lies a star so bright
Illuminating her desired night
Framed in dancing silhouettes
As dusk kissed earth's
Silken breast
Midnight governs soul and heart
She flirts with planetary counterparts
Romantic kisses from her lips
Sensual caresses of slender finger tips
She shed her self of cloth and shame
Bathed in twilight's soothing rain
Laid herself upon blooming meadow
Thoughts drifting little sparrows
She spent the hours resting there
As the southern wind teased her hair
Upon awaking she found herself
Tiptoe balanced on Time's collective shelf
Heart beating like fairy bells
Overlooking sapphire oceans
She felt the wave of calming emotions
Her dream spun web now complete
She joins the company of silent sleep
Her midnight tale in heart she'll keep.
( Crow Cries)
In My Dreams , Dream Weaver Weaves
Beside still waters and pastures lush and green
I wander into a late summer night dream.
She appears with her eyes so beautiful and deep
a vision that forever tempts me in my sleep.
Long flowing gold adorned her jet black hair
chasing me showing how much she does care.
Caution for beauty sometimes lead men astray
yet her laughter begs me to forever stay.
An image that so sweetly burns into my brain
I pray it return forever again and again.
Into those eyes of one that knew love
looking for eternity from high above.
As I feel myself slipping and start to wake
offering my true heart for her to take.
She flies away laughing, dancing as she goes
will she ever return again, nobody knows.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015
Richard's contest:
Have a look through my poems and find a poem that resonates with you, quote the title and a line from the poem.
**Then write a piece in response to how you feel and what you see. **
YOUR POEM TITLED-- Reach beyond where I have reached
VERSE CHOSEN --
" Not very long ago
I was young and strong
Our youth is fleeting
It doesn't last very long"
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
Your my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances upon a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mc Daid & A-L Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
You're my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances on a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 22.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Moon dancer, in your petticoats, swirling on the lawn,
dewdrop drinker, night wind stalker, daughter of the dawn.
Castanets coil your fingers, diamonds drape your toes;
not equal, but greater, if with normal juxtaposed.
Beautifully different, a gypsy sort of soul,
one, who out of nothing, music can cajole.
Lightly stepping, ever reaching, walking upon air;
if searching, one will find you climbing heaven's stair.
Don't let the stale world change you; continue to pursue
your dreamy fabrication--living impromptu.
Copyright, September 28, 2014
A dream within a dream enraptured me in sleep
and as I am suspended between the two, I keep
them both in separate spheres
in an attempt to differentiate the pair
But they keep going to and fro
as I try to keep up with their flow;
then as my snoring plays it's sad refrain
I'm back in yet another dream again
Shallow strands; slumber's token
Veiled words subconsciously spoken
Dark window to inner being broken
Pent-up desires from entomed depths awoken
New pathways from psyche's cluttered road pared
Surrealistic vistas sculpted, with well-worn peaks paired
Imaginative streams by conscious's reservoir snared
Nightmares flood overloaded circuits, subliminal fears bared
Fantasies flow through refurbished conduits, delightful impulses shared
Time's burdensome mantra refused
Spatial limitations are excused
Yesterday's sorrows, actions with today's sense of urgency infused
Today's sentiments, yesterday's deeds are synchronically fused
Tomorrow's presentiments are tethered to present cares then defused
Oh dream weaver
Can this possible be
Could this happiness be all for me
Will i wake from the dream when the nights at its end
will i see a bell only to hear it ring,
waking me up without this life of wonderful things
Tell me dream weaver,That i have not been given such a wonderful life for it to merely be taken away
If so, for what i have received i shall be grateful for the rest of my days
Dream weaver
The creator of fantasies
Places unknown
Way beyond the seas
Dream weaver
Enter into my mind
Take me on a voyage
To places I cannot find
Bring peace to me
As I sleep tonight
Invade this darkness
With your eternal light
Set me free
From these chains that bind me here
Release me from this pain
And take away all my fear
I beacon you
And again you come
Stay with me tonight
Let these dreams you weave
Deliver me to the sun
The End
By Greg P
Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair
be placed just so
While the fog settles down
out in the fields hovering
ever so low
With wise hands just where
to wind the leather
to know
How to entangle bad dreams,
caught upon your web
so away they go
Through the many intricate
patterns and all the
tiny little holes
Permit the good dreams
to pass through and
take hold
Halito = Blessings to you in Choctaw-Apache
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
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