Dreamtime Poems - Poems about Dreamtime

The laundry needed changing Impossible in the house I was trapped Long-haired pot-smokin' hippies Cluttered the hallways, impeding my progress Laughing and blocking my movements Arms full of clothes The way I saw it, I had to get out Rushing the streets I sought refuge at the Laundromat way ...

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alone... in a vast meadow, silently counting ruby explosions of rare, lion's tooth orchids; Hidden under tiny royal cloaks of elliptical emerald leaf canopies, so beautiful.... I'm briefly blinded he sits watching us sweetly, the blue of his eyes are unmoving calm, as the waters of Nineveh Flourishing under the umbrage of an ovaloid optic embrace, ...

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She wishes for dreamtime. Her clock has a face but no eyes; It divides into 5-minute slices. Earth turns between sunshine and shadow: a marbled orb spinning in vastness. The girl gazes past clockwork and schedules - speaks from her heart. “I want no time, no measuring up, no counting, no subtraction. I wish for serendipitous meetings, tea and conversations. I wish for dreamtime: for stars...

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Sing us a song oh giant of the deep, an ancient refrain to hear in our sleep, let no man silence you and your kin, if contemplated would be a sin. Across the oceans of our world, we hear your song till tears explode. Catching our emotions filling us with joy, uplift your song to the very sky. andrew mcintyre 7/1/2024. ...

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This is the good ship Dreamtime And she sets sail every night Weighing anchor for her cruise With the fading of the light. Her passengers are all dreaming That they are all still awake Suffering from insomnia and waiting For the arrival of daybreak. Her crew are all phantoms Spirits of the sleeping brain Watching carefully over Those on this ethereal main. There are screams and...

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I watch the sun set upon other lands... Silence becoming all the louder... As this herb burns between my hands... I forsee the future, I am a dreamwalker....

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I invented something quite peculiar Last night In my lucid dream My neo commanded my allo-cortex To prepare allusions to be downloaded Upon returning to my physical presence Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan Were mocking the death and resurrection Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus The Son as "the two lunatics" Every direction I faced, the 'alien race' Of...

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There are those who will not hear the siren's wail, But will know the wheat has turned pale. Winds will sweep up from the south and the west, His chorus of trees swaying bravely are...

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"Whoever in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may haply strike out his teeth" Walter Raleigh's preface to his 1614 'History of the World' We had all been told via emergency transmission (how annoying is that intro alarm!) to drop everything and get in the busses that were arriving...

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The road seems endless Nighttime quickens fear Unfamiliar, a stranger In this bus The air, humid and thick With danger, angry Glances swim upstream Avoiding fallen hate At first, some were friendly As hours and days passed They disappeared, maybe Changing direction, or Means of transport, as Streetcars rattled down the Middle of the road, always Heading back to sadness Women keep their heads Cloaked tightly, not drawing Attention, counting on safety In numbers,...

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Sentinels stand tall in the forest of my dreams, and sunlight’s filtering fingers play with the spectral shadows as I walk. I feel no fear for I know that within dreams lay the groundwork of my future, the guidance of the soul. I absorb the flora and fauna here, like a sea sponge absorbs its meals. Every plant and animal speaks to...

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Nighttime never ends; the cold rain enforcing the quarantine choking our city. Sleep comes in bursts, the day-bed perched in the side room upstairs from the nightclub... my ship, rolling in dreams, the only sounds, giggling, and the mechanical dishwasher... the slope through the room littered with dirty dishes and hard glances. My job, the dishwasher, a bastion...

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I love you sleepyhead I love you sleepyhead I like to put you to bed I love you sleepyhead Mother knows what’s best Mother knows what’s right Underneath the moonlight I love you sleepyhead I love you sleepy nose Right down to your toes I like to put you to bed I love you sleepyhead Mothers lullaby Dreamtime waits shut eye I like to put you to bed I...

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silent visitors tip-toe’ing across a screen- dreamtime messengers ...

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A Shadorma The dreaded Monday morning looms ahead, awaiting to crush my tired spirit; horrid day. Beneath a streetlamp a specter appears to me, shadow... backdrop of nighttime moon beams, imparting wisdom. No fear have I for your presence my dream guide, awaiting, beckoning me to follow; secrets are revealed. So many pieces of wisdom that only you would know; you enlighten my quashed mind, futures seen. ...

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