Summer Fantasy Poems

Nervousness of standing on the doorstep
Compromise, standing just inside
Despite invitation, I politely insisted that the evening ended there
Over days, weeks, months then years
Things developed with...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night...

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on a rearing steed Sir Rowelph rode
and rode, he rode through snorting nose
of thunderous fan, his stallion 
galloping, charging, claiming land
to the rhythm of a...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight,
Lies a hidden season of dream, when the indulged daystar makes its nest.
Between the warmth...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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Do you see me in my fleeting forms,
In my moments painted with ephemeral hues,
With the posture of masks and affectation on stage,
Playful in jewelry that...

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When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights,
I truly believed that the bolt of pain was forever sealed.
But this...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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No, I am neither dreaming nor fantasizing of being in Heaven,
I am talking about enjoying every second of my sweet vacation.
We are driving and cruising...

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I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved,
As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved.

I was dedicated...

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My receptive wide adoring eyes rested within the ambient light and bathed in The Shadoe and shade of the scene
Where before me a paragon of...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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In the misty realm of being, where thought finds rest,
There lies an ancient corridor winding with longing,
Concealing at its end the door to an unexplored,...

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