The brunette smile withdrew into her dream world,
as goldenrod sun melted away in storm.
The petrichor-scented parasol thus twirled,
aft’ windswept fall of sailor, in uniform,
upon her sand, carried on where lightning hurled.
This seaman-salt, seasoned with charm, keeps her warm.
Fantastical, a mermaid can dream, can’t she?
How unlikely, her tale be true, but could be?
But turns the tide, a sailor is in tugboat,
her flotsam hair gets caught on cutie’s tugline.
She’s wiled him, but her song gets snared in her throat.
Sea water’s foaming; her tail’s thrashing at spine.
Her wild world’s drenched. She needs a dreamboat-raincoat.
Comes back to earth, sits he, on blanket with wine.
Fantastical, a mermaid can dream, can’t she?
How unlikely, her tale be true, but could be?
In your life, goodness has its best role,
You made being great looks really very cool,
Your success is cherished even by all fools,
Your kindness is used as an effective tool.
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You are more pleasant than being a dreamboat,
Your smartness is even deeper than a sugarcoat,
Your goodness flows easily from coast to coast,
In the ocean of wisdom, your intelligence floats.
Your affectionate smile, is soothing to many hearts,
Your compassion is beyond the fill of carts,
Your comeliness is yet to have any copycat,
Your goodness comes at the drop of hats.
May God's blessings always be in your life,
May your life be full of exciting laughs,
May your haters' efforts do a swan dive,
May you life be full of melodious jives.
Mango
Warm and sweet in the summertime
Bright like the sunshine
My starburst ... technicolor dreamboat fantasy
Lapping up every trickle of ecstasy that runs down your skin
Tantalizing the way your flesh melts on my tounge
Ripe for the picking
Come to me
The Slight Light of the Moon
David J Walker
Everyone is in
Everyone is done
Everyone
under the sun
is in the same boat
It’s a big boat
It’s a tugboat
It’s a lifeboat
That won’t float
On Solipsism’s alone
It’s an
Oceanliner the color of
October with a canoe
And an outboard motorboat
Lost on an ocean stretching
As far across the Milky Way as
The naked eye …
Oh say, can you see, anything
Beyond vituperate inflictions
Fired from the big guns
From the map of a compendiums instructions
The first-rate illustrations are
Lost in Space and Time
The Big Boat is mine
The small boat is fine
But it’s yours
Everyone on the dreamboat
Will slowly float
Into the slight light of
The moon
Only in Dreams
The star of one's heart seen in dreams,
is the star of sleeps silver screen.Quote - Poets own
Imaginary love Daphne awaits
Smiling even though her lonesome heart aches
She lives in an unreal dreamlike world
In dreams her hopes start to become unfurled.
Peering through hazy mist someone appears
Daphne is reduced to shed joyous tears
Her dreamboat is a shadowy figure
Ethereal, an emotive trigger.
Trancelike he's sauntering towards Daphne
This moment she's waited for patiently
He is a Prince Charming to say the least
As tenderly he sweeps her off her feet.
Embraced in his arms, it feels surreal
At long last Daphne knows how true love feels.
25th May 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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(Words in bold print are a contest requirement.)
footnote
remote
dreamboat
afloat
footnote remote daydreams so flimsy
dreamboat afloat bubbles of whimsy
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 9, 2019 for contest YOUR TURN FOR A TYBURN sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
My comfort plundered in a hurricane
with umbrella spun off fortified walls.
a reckless lifeboat in crossroads switched lane,
tattered sail harbored as wailing shore calls.
An empty wooden boat with holes can't drift
rusty cleats grounded by chains can't paddle
an anchored dreamboat can't stream as tides shift.
sinking in quicksand, ... can't fight a battle.
An inert heart in night of solitude
glam of stars in blue sky decomposes
to restart life, and sail in hopes renewed
waits all seasons for rainbows and roses.
breaking off knots, my boat yearns to return
to waterways,........ before death fills its urn.
Dated 22nd May 2019
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name: Choices
Picture No 2
caressing book-trove...
its story trembles beneath
my dreamboat-fingers
~ an indelible invite
~ each peculiar a jewel
11/2/2018
I remember when I was thirteen, I just love tea sets and Raggedy Ann,
Not to forget my imaginary friends to join me at breakfast time.
I ran after butterflies in the heat of the sun, ignoring shouts from my mom,
All what mattered was just to have some fun!
I remember the late night phone calls with my best pal,
To talk about the cute boys in our class.
How I giggled without end when I answered a question on a slum note,
Asking about who was my dreamboat?
Oh, how crazy were the days of old,
When I was just carefree and not so bold.
Then I noticed my teenage years are almost over,
A new page in my life covers the other.
I know that in a few years things will unfold,
I need to be ready, lo and behold!
All my mother’s words will be my guide forever,
As she reminded me to take care of my future like a four-leaf clover.
She said that not all things that glitter are gold,
Use my judgment as I was told.
Create a future that I can be proud of,
And be a role model to the young and the old.
I have a dream. No, not that kind of dream, a different kind – a girl kind. And no, not that kind either. A love kind. Who is my dreamboat? That would be Aubrey Plaza. Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. Excuse me while I swoon, *swoon*. It will be the greatest love story ever told, eclipsing even Darla and Alfalfa, and the first chapter begins on an elevator. Aubrey and I reach for the button panel at the same time and our fingers touch. The electricity makes her jump in surprise. I look into her eyes. "Going down?" I ask her. “You couldn't afford me,” she replies. Then I call her a name that starts with a “W” that refers to a soiled dove. She calls me a name that refers to an appendage. Then we burst out in laughter, fall in love, move into a Tribeca brownstone, have sarcastic babies, and live happily ever after.
You are my sun
Shortlisted from a billion of stars
Emitted a pulse, pushed me fall in love
Unintentionally, I couldn't refuse
But more like a dreamboat, lately
What I expressed, not more saying
Do I have to make a shrill cry
To free my soul from an untreated longing
Where are you
At least, we are still in one galaxy
I know nothing what you've been up to
No more
But alive in the deepest of this only heart
Where ignoring is hearing so much
Memories always tell about you and you
I can't refuse, even in intention
Oh! Where are you, you are still my sun
Rescue me from the miles I am lost in
From a world unkind
I only fear this blindness getting worse
Oh! You there, just show me your face
Your codes, your words
Though only by mobile phone
Oh! You there
I just miss you so much
Where the days seems so deligtful
I can't refuse
lulu tiptoes through orange berry skies
fluttering fluttering ever so high
hopping on pink cotton candy clouds
diamond stars and moon pie cows
rainbow tiara and butterfly wings
stealing notes angels sing
lulu bounces to touch the helm
spill the waters of dreamboat realm
laughing silly smiling sly
lulu dances in orange berry skies
thunder lighting slash and gash
boom and black silver flash
lulu shakes and falling down
frozen smile of a dead clown
soaked and bruised without wings
spark of light it so stings
lulu crawls into the shade
sleeps away the pain of day
dreams of fairies flying to the moon
where lunar bees pollinate sugar blooms
taste of sweet upon her lips
scent of dusk begins to nip
spiraling stardust heals her wings
bright and sassy lulu bings
up up with golden wings of dew
up up wings become new
dance and fly twirl and slide
open up orange berry skies
gypsy spirit flying nigh
into the blossom of orange berry skies
we once rode together
sipping sherry sweet angel skin
fabled silken locks staving off
dream’s killing wind
no idea of our value
as we lay treachery’s faint skidmark
on the ice fronting
dreamboat market
gyrating dark stars
stunned stone sapphires strewn across howling
midnight meadows
petulant organ grinder was I
churning melodies sublime
all the while counting orgasms like shooting stars
knowing we donned
tresures from afar
We spend our time sheltered, shaded by the Elm
And too many of us let our lives pass us by
With a ruthless rogue ruling the dreamboat helm
Sparkling ship sailing across the summer sky
We're like a swordfish swimming against the tide
Should we turn against our dreams? This I can not abide
Sharks nipping at our fragile fins, fatigue will overwhelm
We harbor our feelings when we should let them fly
Imagine ourselves in an eternal oasis, our heart's realm
For to live would be the real adventure, not to die
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RIP Robin Williams, Nanu Nanu
Been searching high, been searching low
For a gal I could spend my life with
Found one but she's got a pimply bum
And real bad breath, take a whiff!
She's no dreamboat, sunken ship perhaps
She walks with a limp and she stutters
I've just got no luck, in a quandary I'm stuck
Soon be old and decrepit, and I mutter
Maybe it's me that might be the problem
No Adonis though at one time I thought so
Just coz I dribble and spit in the street
Down inside I'm really quite sweet though!
Surely there's a chance that I'll find her soon
They say there's a mate for all lovers
I'm sure she's out there, a gal I'd be proud of
Not one that has wings and can hover!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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