Written: August 7, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Checked by: HMS.COM / 10/10/6/6/10
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"Go get a room!" quacked the duck in the pond
at two clouds drifting dreamily beyond
They're cuddling in the sky
a beetle chirped nearby
Let them hover—for that bond, they're renowned.
"The clouds spill a thousand secrets"
in transitional transient forms
Your touch is like the spongy clouds
blessing me bountifully with brazen benevolence
"Melt my tears into your sweet fire"
for I'm daringly, defiantly "love-drunk on desire"
You can even "seduce the stars without a script..."
Who am I to escape your emerald eyes?
Like a moth drawn to the incandescent candle
I faithfully flutter around your fervent fulgence
You are my amber ambrosia
enveloping me with your amorous aroma
I dance dreamily in dandelion stardust
for you are my dearest, dashing, daring darling
We'll learn life's lavender lessons in tandem
Our souls are intricately interlaced and intertwined
Ruby passion sizzles...
when our hearts are in hazel harmony
Our mutual understanding is unfortunately understated
If you're the sea, I'm the sand
lapping your lapis lazuli waves with my love
We're crocheted cohesively for forevermore
our affection for the endless eternity
our adoration and admiration will never die
We possess an inseparable intimacy
immeasurable immortal imprints
impressed upon this universe
~ Hyacinth hearts held together even in heaven ~
A coyote howls amidst the blackscreen
of the woods as unknown silhouettes
crawl on earth's crust ,
rainstorm ramming on muddy soil.
The cry of doom threatens each being
when the monstrous hour screeches
to gather a crew of newborns
and within every vomitting breath ,
weak infants tumble over an abyss
of carnage... without resistance.
Mothers wail, yet sharp hands
blackened by thorny nails
grip the fresh bellv of kohl twilight --
Nearer and nearer
hooded spirits so humongous descend ...
their green eyes breaking the window chain,
moving closer for a more macabre feast
while babes wiggle like worms :
I turn the screen off in a dark, dark foyer
my heart throbbing in throes of angst,
hurrying to view if my young son
lays on his crib... dreamily asleep;
my mind wrapped in thrall... where is he?
Only when thy spirits dance in bright dreams,
Shall thy great team flourish by living streams!
'Tis our heart's aim to labor with steadfast
Spirit; the goal, we are nearing it.
Firstly, we aim to do earnest teamwork.
Then give great ideas in modern, new birth.
Everyone there needs to share energy.
To keep thriving in mutual synergy.
Only when you're all dreamily alive.
Will your great team 'Walking Live' truly thrive.
Members know they must always remain clear.
And never forget to carry oak gear.
One day or another, they'll be running.
In the meantime, they need to be stunning.
Their bronze eyes, symbolically summarized.
Knowing now what they've always theorized.
That honest kindness,
As well as helpfulness,
Determine their readiness,
To survive on celestial blue-green marbles seamlessly!
We seek to join our hands in earnest toil,
Then breathe great thoughts into this fruitful soil.
That simple truth and grace,
With mutual succour in this place,
Doth provide readiness with goals,
To dwell where azure groves and emerald balls roll,
Walking live!
I'm old but still appreciate a pretty face.
Down Aisle three, she caught me gazing dreamily.
Gave me a Roman, cobblestoned stare in return.
If I were a young buck with shiny hair
she may have even smiled at me.
I lowered my embarrassed bald head
between the bags of pinto beans.
She drifted away forever
down that hot fluorescent stream.
Today, when I eat a plate of pinto beans
I think of that cobblestoned queen gliding down aisle three.
When I sit beside the lake in daylight,
The world seems to breathe more gently.
The water is still, calm, and shining.
your face appears upon its surface—
And I am lost in you—vague dreamily
When I sit beside the lake at twilight,
The red light falls on the silent water;
Your face awakens, pale and infinite.
Then it melts softly into the water—
I fear your soul is fading with the lake.
And when the woman without an identity
Found the man who is attuned to his divinity,
Their ancient love aroused a natural affinity,
They remembered true meaning of eternity.
She lived life, waiting for him, feeling empty,
He lived a similar life, but with more prosperity.
He was always meant to be her swami,
She was meant to be a part of his destiny.
She found her old love who loves her eternally,
He found in her someone who loves him truly.
They always harmonize together so dreamily.
They never thought they would feel so happy.
She with fragmented ego, found peace finally
In calming embrace of him holding her sweetly.
If he were to ever falter, she'd heal him fully
With wisdom learned in once being so lonely.
Sick of this impetus.
Life's, keeping up with.
Nerve-taut, no time to unwind;
With that running mind!
Breathless, batty, borne along
Too frantically.
A slow boat, for a bed!
Surest heals took to.
Cool blown, puts to sleep the best.
On its infant's rest
Of waters' gentle rockings.
Floaty-dreamily.
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
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So Dreamily Amazed
When I Feel It Kiss Back.
-Gray Squirrel
10-22-2025
The first raindrops dampen the dry earth when,
It’s not as if what smiles is just parched soil,
Rains arouse mind, a strange power moves my pen,
Thoughts wake up to rise from a quiescent coil.
Monsoon I think does not just flood rivers,
My mind as well with dormant memories,
Vague verses rushing down from strangest spheres,
Dreamily I muse monsoon melodies.
Thou art to me not mere rainy season,
Skies wearing grey robes when touch hidden world,
Seeking some strange depths its avowed reason
To be, and songs not ere heard get unfurled.
Yet, in white robes, as rains make slow retreat,
Should ye my songs a goodbye to me greet?
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Sonnet |30.09.2025| goodbye, monsoon, rains,
You clear your mind
Of indecision, as the birds
Fly dreamily over the supple trees
There's a benefit in it
In believing in thoughts drifting in
Reasoning like a wizard
Carefully concocting beneficial magic
There's a pall of sullen clouds
That can always make a skygazer blue
You mustn't be that pall-sensitive
Choosing the sink-hole over the daisy
You use logic to piece together
Never take your ships of boldness apart
Like a pointless wrecker
Working on hull and masts
Sprits and jibs, the cordage & anchor
You clear your mind and find your guts
The birds send you a message
You settle into for your melodious tunes
The sun bursts through a weeping cloud, feel soft warm rain.
Through buttercups and daffodils, he calls my name.
As ripples dance across the stream, I hear his call.
He takes my hand and leads me to the waterfall.
We climb high above the rainbow, breathe freshly scented air.
Hear gentle whispers in the breeze, beyond compare.
Climbing high we see for miles, we're both enthralled.
At the thunder and the power of the waterfall.
Hand in hand we walk away, and both look back.
I know one day we will return, re-trace our tracks.
Memories of magic times, we shall recall.
And wonder at the beauty of the waterfall.
In the morning haze our arms gently entwined
Magical images dance inside my mind
Reminiscing on our perfect escape,
I slowly open my eyes and try to stay awake.
Still slumbering in this tranquil calm,
I realise it’s time to switch off my alarm.
I’m dreamily laying close to you,
And I know someday our dreams will come true.
Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours
with her little dolls and her crayon box.
She drew lonely princesses in towers,
hummed to herself, pulled up her socks,
and sketched a field of colorful flowers.
The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze.
She wondered, would it be as she had feared -
this would be one of those sad, hollow days.
Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared,
as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.
Supine, looking at the sky
I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze
are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly -
to soar with them with joy and great ease.
Supine, with my heart in flight,
I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me.
My spirit’s wings reach a lofty height.
Now higher than the birds, I soar free.
Supine, dreamily I glide.
The sun is sliding down, and I am one
with hues rose-red and tangerine, I ride
a radiant ray of the setting sun.
Supine, I’m falling to sleep.
I dream I am a goddess, and her name
is Luna. Underneath me shadows creep.
My reign of star-filled night I now reclaim.
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