Ask
better questions
Tell
better lies
Marry
the moment
Divorcing
the time
Search
for new meaning
That cross
on the hill
Dream
in the daylight
Forever
— until
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Lay dreaming on the beach
Listening to the ocean roar
Ecstasy filled my soul with delight
My mind wandered ~
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
My heart raced ~ faster
Pulsating beats of rhythm
To the sound of the ocean
Splashing vigorously in my mind
Intense heat filled my body
Dripping with sheer ~ delight
My heart missing beats
I learned how to live unkissed, until ...
That night changed everything
I screamed ~ “Tie me to your Tongue “
Please, please ~ I’m begging now
Passed the stage of no return
Tonight is the night
Desire ~ becomes fire
It’s raining roses and love riots
Oh ! I feel your tongue caress me
I don’t want this to stop
I can take it ~ more~ more
The moon is an honest Manipulator
Brighter the moon shone, hotter I became
Is this a dream ~ or reality ?
I don’t wanna wake up
Feelings of desire, engulf me
Ocean calls me into you
If time turns, will scars stain the sky ?
no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
too much ayahuasca in the Amazon
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Gold Winner Poem
Allpoetry August 26
Brevity Contest
Prompt: Hallucinatory
THE CANDY-DATE KID-NAP
Young chap, Baby on knee.
hardly old enough to vote. Settle to nap,
Just out of mother's lap, and form dreaming.
knowledge of government still remote. Blasted! Jet fly, he up.
Must take the plunge sometime, though, Maybe now he
now is as good a time as any startle poo' chap.
to walk the straight and narrow, Cause warm feeling.
stand on one's own and be free. Bastard! Wet on my lap!
Here we go:
(moment's hesitation)
right before left.
Got it, good show!
……PERAMBULATION.
Dreaming
Sitting in the midday sun beside a babbling brook
Feeling sleepy, I put down my favourite book.
My eyes began to close and I began breathing deep
Comfortable in the hot sunshine, I quickly fell asleep.
Falling asleep, I began to dream.
My dream was of happy things, not the ones that make you scream
I dreamt of bluebirds soaring high in the sky.
I also dreamt of white fluffy clouds slowly floating by.
I dreamt about love; there was no dream of hate.
Dreaming of the time I went partying and got drunk with my mate.
I dreamt of my children and my beautiful wife.
I dreamt of our wedding day and the start of married life.
Then I dreamt of my mam and also of my dad.
Dreaming of my family and the childhood that I had.
My eyes are open now, and I am no longer asleep.
I am smiling about my dream and the memories that I keep.
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Contest: Zodiac Signs as Inspiration
Placed : First : July 26
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darkness cleaves fins tight
underwater swims dreaming
emerge, cringes intact
syllabus rules fools
tight is her grip on fat cat
he rushes waves in dew morn
aquarium cracks
psyche hacks quiet wisely
avocado gold pisces fold images ~
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to get over her heartbreak
Winnie had steak and a shake
the café rumbled a bit during the quake
She wondered if the roof might flake
They dove under booths for safety’s sake
She saw a little girl take her birthday cake
She also saw that no-good-ex named Blake
He was holding his pet duck, name of Drake
Winnie wondered if this whole scene was fake
Was she dreaming it? No. Because she smelled cake.
She looked out the window and saw a tree by the lake
The wind blew it down and picked up a rake
She was so stunned by the sight, she began to quake
Luckily about that time, she came fully awake
I placed all my bets on it working out
paced round my room throwing clothes all around
read into every message, made up my own signs
before we’d even met, in my head, he was mine
Constructed an image, put together piece by piece
when it didn’t match up, I left my hope on the street
He was so well mannered, so docile and kind
I just couldn’t see him with his hands in mine
I make this mistake most every time
planning futures and placing moments before the start of our time
How do I let go of my intense dreaming
because it’s to blame for that sinking feeling
I can’t find an off switch
it starts as soon as I see someone even glimpse
in the direction of me
I hope when he’s here I act differently
living just in the moment not living for what could be
The alluring absence of auditory assault assures asleep animals.
They dream of dizzying disco dances dooming dreary dancers to discomfort,
institutionalized interesting individuals inspecting the inside of an igloo,
and endless episodes of extravagant equine etiquette education.
Understandably, unstable ungulates undoubtably uproar untowardly upon understanding their unconscious adventure.
Adieu, my animals of disasterous intent endlessly unionizing.
Whispers in the dark
bound by narrow edges,
scenic vista's flicker,
sans reality.
Drifting thru passages
featured in cryptic messages,
illustrated in absurdities.
Complex abstract thoughts,
distorted impressions
and twisted meanings.
Fits of restless writhing
shackled by the depth.
Yesterday I dreamt of you
I dreamt of you the way water dreams of its own depth
without edges, without the ceremony of names
we kept on merging into one another
I was you. You were me.
The border dissolved the way fog leaves a mirror
slowly, and then all at once.
The same way I was in you, and you in me,
falling through a shared and dreaming sea.
The water was dark. Not the dark of absence
the dark of too much presence,
the way the deep ocean is black not from emptiness
but from the weight of everything above it
even when that face is yours,
even when that face is mine,
wavering, merging, crossing the borderline.
I woke not knowing where the dream had ended.
That seems right.
Some crossings are not meant to be undone.
Some waters, once you've entered them together,
stay inside you
dark, full, and still swimming.
In the darkest part of the water, I see you still
From the Archive March'26
Hold ancient keys
Old Palestinian man
Dreaming of his home
(“Tipi Sky”, 2007, original oil)
Day turns to night and night to day
Each one handing its baton to the other
In a race to a finish line, we are compelled to cross,
Two sides of a whole, the surface and the deep,
Dancing with and around each other
Moon in all its moody phases
Sun in all its brilliant glory
Incessantly we dream day and night
Sometimes clothed, sometimes nakedly
Consciously or not.
And when we cross that line, what then
And what next?
Consciously or not
We pass the baton.
(5/16/26)
He sits
Before life’s easel
Passersby
Taking a quick peek
The colors await sunrise
The brush longs for a vibrant streak
A dash across the coming day
And still he sits
Awaiting “his” moment
Staring at a blank canvas
Dreaming of a crayon past
The canvas is contorted
The sun morphing into an angry cloud
Sapless trees shivering in silence
A cold mirror replacing the lake
Reflects the grin of a cold moon
A thinning wolf howls
where does this put me,
when everything that clears the blur,
is actively trying to kill me.
I'm running in all directions,
since it was always all or nothing.
your frostbitten lies,
my golden glow,
the half-truths I tell myself,
to fall asleep at night.
I'm burning under fluorescent lights,
and it all feels ok, in that artificial heat,
until I realize,
it will only get brighter and stifling,
until I can no longer breathe.
Tell me how to shine,
without burning.
Tell me how to be a diamond in their eyes,
without breaking under their gaze.
Tell me how to fly,
without falling.
Tell me how to dream,
without waking up.
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