No one missed the cock's wackiness, Still it was a dreaminess, Nothing substituted his craziness, Crowd appreciated Tom's cockiness, Actually he was a bird of laziness,
How did he get the pickiness?,
But he used his canniness, I admired his rockiness,
He removed our sloppiness, His fight was not spottiness, I was attracted by his choppiness, He got victory by his grogginess, Atlast he became logginess, Anyhow his fight gave me floppiness.
Categories:
dreaminess, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Within my true macadam
tethered reins roll—
A ragged seam play
On cords unmade.
This bag of feathers
My pins, rehashed
held the dreaminess
In its youth's mask.
Pinions dark within
Move through my own
breathlessness;
A jab dug in my pillow—
Its cloth frisked.
Vigil my heart out of time
That her coma at last
allows sleep—
A new probing dream
lifted by wings.
My pale dark in analysis
Glows while in the light.
But like a butterfly's effects
in my skin—
Our cocoon's riddled strife.
The fiber of these
slow wings—
falls first at
the thread's melting.
Categories:
dreaminess, child, deep, flying, growing
Form: Free verse
A virtual image is formed in the mirror
It's another you
One morning after long hours of sleep
You saw the bright sunlight
Which suddenly caused a daze
One evening you're forced to tell a fictitious story
To attract people's attention
One night you dozed off
And suddenly lapsed into dreaminess
Everywhere of the world is more or less the same
But we don't understand
Why come suddenly
All these natural disasters, mishaps and conspiracies
Where's the main control
Maybe there's one
Just inside a man's heart and soul
Categories:
dreaminess, dream, heart, light, mirror,
Form: Free verse
a dance of peacocks
a shake of hued tail feathers
when they prance romance
huge hibiscus blooms
home to nearby hummingbirds
lure butterflies, too
at the pink of dawn
a red rooster struts his stuff
towards the soon noon
soft lavender days
in dreaminess of summer
constantly sparkle
Categories:
dreaminess, beauty, bird, butterfly, color,
Form: Haiku
because I am definitely far from your name and because I feel the coldness of the stones I inhabit, in addition to the roughness of the surfaces I find, the lack of comfort and the wind from this distance, I pushed aside the smiles but failed to ward off the fool pain of your memory, storing everything in the same shadow that consumes me, because up here the sun is not light, up here every star is just a fierce blade and the quicksand of this soil swallows all life and hope and so, because still I have something human left, I allowed this instance to be a kind of neurological slaughterhouse where the red corridor and the hanging hooks would spare you, leaving you only to observe my gestures, now limited to sorting the debris of my thoughts, classify the waste and remains of the of the last years, the decadence of my galaxies and its stupid stages, the incorrect decisions that only increased my mistaken selfishness and now here you are, a squalid image of reality, the projection fantasy of my sick mind, witnessing in the abstract the last staggering steps of the nightmare I used to call existence.
Categories:
dreaminess, analogy, mental illness, sorrow,
Form: Prose Poetry
the red glow so far away
so close, embraced
the burst of innervated dawn
restraining its awe
the uplift of a lemony-spring
sponge-squeezed from the sudsy sun
the faucet of quiet waters turned off
the aura of a red and white sail on the run
and my day’s just begun
just wait
until the unspooling of the supermoon
the sand dunes of midnight
dreaminess in the lightly rocking socket
infused with Panamanian water lilies
whereas my ears leap at the splash
of oar-rowed canoes
my eyes behold but a shadow of heaven
and i almost die right there and then
in my dugout
i awake to a blue ceiling with stars
hazardly close
unable to breach the barrier reef
i sink into my pillow
in stillness
asleep
6/25/2019
Categories:
dreaminess, imagery,
Form: Verse
When all is down and come to nought
The path we take is rarely thought
To end in more than misery;
And what more can we prove to be
Of something eyes can never see.
A street of dirty dreaminess
A green-tinged lane from nobleness
Has stretched perception up to this
But left our feet in mud;
Swirling patterns, burning atoms,
Molding minds in raging matter
Heat upon heat
The shameless stars
Make life a thorough melting pot
That raves at nightmare pitch
Binding a body tight
Categories:
dreaminess, destiny, faith, visionary,
Form: Dramatic Verse
My dreams
do you dream your dreams?
Of butterflies on mountain peaks
and skies with lashes staring back at you,
of halos that fall off my head
maybe
dark places with teeth wide open,
ink bottles dining behind my eyeballs.
My dreams
what do you dream in dreaminess?
Perhaps
about aches the ocean feels
sunsets in the eyes of flies,
could it be
about the wonderful lights
rays coming from me.
Categories:
dreaminess, dream, hope, life, sad,
Form: Free verse
WOW Do I Love Thee
(with apologies to EBB)
Steady girl, let us dare not partake
of a sunsets blushing kiss unfelt
the winds of change cruel fate has dealt
the length, width, and breadth of loving’s ache.
For, I too, love thee, as coated seeds
worship the warming of summer’s blush,
rejoice in memory of your touch,
lust in the dreaminess of your needs.
Let our love sanctify past passion
elevate the joy of childhood glee
by nurturing this love we fashion
cause lost saints to smile at what they see.
Lover’s in a fire glowing ashen,
death a distant vessel on God’s sea.
2/12/2016
submitted to – How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways – Poetry contest
sponsor – Mystic rose
Categories:
dreaminess, love, lust, romance,
Form: Sonnet
Your face beckons me in my sleep.
Like a mirage of passion from last noon’s love.
I reach out to touch you, in dreams divine.
Emptiness all around, wiping traces of you.
Dreaminess clouds images of you and me from last night.
Fading pictures of our love float around.
The eerie silence deafening, gets louder as I look for you.
Grief-stricken I go weak, waiting to hear familiar footsteps.
You call out to me from unfathomable distance.
Or, is it the goodbye you told me when I was asleep.
I wake up with a start, reeling under the nightmare.
Now I think what do I do even for a day without you.
Categories:
dreaminess, love, me, me,
Form: Lyric
October’s Pretence.
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February,
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
thinking winter takes the season of its sinister drama too far.
Last winter snow fell, a wonder land; people said they had not
seen snow for forty seven years. The stream is xanthous I think
of China’s main river where dolphins, not seen for years, swim
in cloudy water. What can’t be seen cannot be caught by man.
Dawn, on the track a boar, sniffed the air and grunted; a hairy,
pig in need of a pair of glasses. I moved and it disappeared into
the brushwood. On nature walks I used to take a camera, but
wild animals hate having their photo taken and avoided my
intrusive lens I was left with taking photos of trees, weeds and
evergreen bushes. My lazy dreaminess has paid off I have had
a good life no one ever expected anything glorious of me, and
left me in peace. If you look for me I will be on a bus trying to
find the fabulous castle; I once saw when I could see the future.
Categories:
dreaminess, forgiveness, life, nature, winter,
Form: Lyric
October’s Pretence.
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February,
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
thinking winter takes the season of its sinister drama too far.
Last winter snow fell, a wonder land; people said they had not
seen snow for forty seven years. The stream is xanthous I think
of China’s main river where dolphins, not seen for years, swim
in cloudy water. What can’t be seen cannot be caught by man.
Dawn, on the track a boar, sniffed the air and grunted; a hairy,
pig in need of a pair of glasses. I moved and it disappeared into
the brushwood. On nature walks I used to take a camera, but
wild animals hate having their photo taken and avoided my
intrusive lens I was left with taking photos of trees, weeds and
evergreen bushes. My lazy dreaminess has paid off I have had
a good life no one ever expected anything glorious of me, and
left me in peace. If you look for me I will be on a bus trying to
find the fabulous castle; I once saw when I could see the future.
Categories:
dreaminess, hope, introspection, life, mystery,
Form: Lyric
Standing by the lake
So calm and blue
A cool breeze blowing in from Canada
Blue skies above
The sun making glistening diamonds in the waves
It seems so tranquil
Almost inviting me to walk in
I look again
Behind me there is stress and turmoil
Hiding in the trees, weeds and flowers
Below the waves lies eternal rest
The quiet that only Poseidon can provide
I watch the waves lapping onto the shore
Their fantasies draw me closer
Begging me to join them
To be with them
How far could I get
When would the waves envelop me?
Taking me into their darkness
There is no way to know even if they would
I look for a distant shore
But it is not there
I wonder what it would be like
Then I turn away
Looking again at the peaceful water
I walk down the beach
Looking at the blue sky, the white sun
And I see a glimmer of hope
I decide that the waves can wait
The dreaminess of Poseidon’s rest
Can wait for another day
There is always time for a swim
Categories:
dreaminess, angst, hope, introspection, lifeme,
Form: Free verse