The cat’s curled up
the dog’s dreaming deep
The parakeet’s quiet
from the mouse not a peep
Kids tucked away
so early, half past eight
Some champagne for you, darling
I barely can wait...
No thanks, not tonight dear
I know how this appears
and I know it sounds mean
But oral surgery is rarely foreseen
More than just word pages
It’s a read for all ages
Lessons learned and experiences gained
Theory through the journey
Adventure beyond compare
Truth and mysteries foreseen
Sentences overflow
You come to know
Like Flood Gates let out
Stories near and far
Beyond one’s own belief
You will learn to understand
Through the atmosphere of the mind
It doesn’t matter soft or hardcover
You will begin to discover
Look and observe
One step higher in intellect
Awareness takes effect
Illusions full of illustrations you wouldn’t expect
The beginning to the end
Never is a pretend
Testimonial open up
Open book straight line
Words and sentences and much more combined
Read out and let knowledge push on.
Sheer sweet delights appear as gossamer nets,
unseen, unheard, not felt with no regrets,
floating on puffs of wind to catch in your hair
before you care to know that they are there.
The warmth of dawn at sunrise.
The laughter of glints in eyes.
The taste you get before you bite.
The jolt of cold feet bare at night.
The déjà vu clicks down memory lane.
The heartbeat lilt before you kiss again.
The wind foreseen in quiver of leaves.
The thunder felt before heard in eaves.
The stings on a cheek as snow flakes land.
The sneaky touch of child's hand-in-hand.
So let the sheer ephemeral delights come,
to see what taste, feel, hear and see, can become
when you set your awareness alertness on high,
to savor the kiss of bliss that floats on by.
Believe the color of your dreams.
See life as is, not what it seems.
Love is all, love is everyone!
There's meaning there, in all you've done
In the showing, in the sowing,
In the being, in the knowing.
What comes tomorrow never knows,
what is foreseen when two eyes close.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore...
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She asked my name, and I said with a smile,
"I'm Oliver of Warwick, and I've come to share
A dream I've foreseen of lush poetry and light
In a book bound of purple called "A Fairy Of Flight"
It speaks of courage and truthful insight...
As she winked at me, and said, "Everything will be alright"
We chatted for a spell, and at once I conceived
All the words we had read just happened to be
This beautiful young spirit sitting next to me...
In amazement, I gaze, and softly closed the book,
And marveled at the wonder as I took one last look...
She softly danced in light's brilliant stream,
And disappeared into the night, as I woke from a dream...
Collaboration Poem
In the dusk of night,
My heart that yearns for joy and light,
In the hope of my Prince Charming, my Knight.
Twilight’s foreseen,
The unknown heartbreaks my heart has seen,
In the hope of true love, one of a kind and never been.
Has there been any better joy,
Than having your last bit go wry,
Yet all alone with no room to cry
Let's dance for the dead,
In beautiful nightmares,
And together we create the most eccentric tragic story,
No one has foreseen,
Will you be my Vampire?
Sometimes my heart breaks
With music that was never played
Epiphanies swell and create
A still that I could never have foreseen,
A wonderful that is beyond soul’s grief
A tenderness that feeds the moment gentleness
A silent truth that arrives with autumn tones
A moment in time, fading, so lauded
Erasing the distant past, sharing time
That will forever last…
Breaking through the morning blue
With a touch of all the fresh and new
Dreams beseeching grace that is so steady
Risking the dance to awaken the pure
Rising in the heart, a kindness, a breath
Like the wind, she gasps and sails through the air
Remembering the sounds of everlasting expressions
Song in the air, a music so accepting
Melodies of light, softly playing on the night
Forbidding the heart to leave, forgetting the heart can easily deceive….
Love's forms vary, some say,
Agape, unconditional, in every way.
But infatuation's spark ignites the flame,
A prerequisite for love's sacred name.
No love exists without attraction's glance,
Sight, sound, or touch, a heartfelt dance.
Even the blind envision in their mind,
A love foreseen, a love defined.
Agape's concept, abstract and grand,
Yet conditions linger, hand in hand.
Scriptures say, "Believe and live,"
A condition set, a love to give.
Men love what they see, a visual tie,
Women love anticipating, a future's sigh.
Materialism, beauty, conditions laid,
Love's unconditional claim, now frayed.
If love's unconditional, why punish error?
Why separation, divorce, and sorrow's terror?
Why love's decline, or favor one over another?
Conditions exist, love's not a free-for-all, brother.
Love's beautiful, yet tied to earthly chains,
Conditions attached, like hidden pains.
No love's entirely selfless, pure, and true,
A paradox of love, forever shines through.
Storms
For I have foreseen
A darkness approaching like a needle to a seam
Move out the way as you might be caught
By something unimaginable who could of thought
It will scare you, nerves will run thin
Run afar over mountains and seas
A shadow no light
Will give you a fright
The storm always wins
A boom and a clap
Storm’ll fight back
For I will never win
Try to rest
The storm does its best
To keep you up till light
But when will it come
Will I ever see the sun
For I will never know
The storm strikes
Thunderous light staggers me back
Is this a dream
Heaven it seems
Memories drifting away
For I have fallen
Electricity has struck
There goes my luck
For the storm always wins
Character is the breath of fresh air,
the gentle insistence of places left behind,
the test itself taken solo, without study aids or observers,
just you—bare and unseen.
It is the weight pulling down the earth,
unmoved by winds or whims,
an invisible force that supports all,
severe and longstanding, without foreseen witness.
Life is a vanishing point
from birth to death
looking down the road
our vision lost by illusion of
a foreseen ending
every day we live
the further we search
we are still lost in an illusion
life is a perspective
put into art
by horizontal vertical roads
we have put ourselves on
life is something so far out of view
it vanishes before we even reach the end.
Those are crucial moments
When the intensity rises
When you don’t know
If tomorrow dies
Or you rise
I can see myself calling for shelter
I can see myself greeting the new morning
I know we might loose it all
Or win this last battle
I wish, so siege is the only option
Because loosing the fight
Is not solving the problem
I always fantasised about oh so many mornings
About oh so many longings
You might see me as one of many
And we are strong enough to conquer
The hearts of the psychopaths
The hearts of those old people
I am not saying this was foreseen
There simply is no other way
And to renew this world
There is no alternative
Than to paint it all in colourful colours
To see each and every detail
Through the lense of our knowledge
Of our wisdom
Of our hearts
We are far too many
To loose this fight
My husband had his tooth pulled;
It was number 17.
With pain involved, extracting it
Was easily foreseen.
Our grandson pointed out he missed
By just a single date,
Tooth Fairy Day (the 28th),
But it’s up for debate…
If he would rate a visit
Since our granddaughter was sure
The fairy comes for baby teeth;
The rest have no allure.
In any case, the tooth is out;
The pain will not persist
And we found out tooth 17
Won’t even be much missed.
I am a philosopher
Of great mental acumen
I like to blow my own trumpet
As nobody seems to mention
While enlightening people
Of all hues, I think not twice
Morning to noon and noon to night
I love when people seek advice
Questions myriad on one's
life, future, and future wife
If their foreseen future is bad
Will better halves manage their life
Questions keep getting sillier
Till they get nonsensical
My thoughts are philosophical
But my answers turn whimsical
I love work, people love me
Results don't count, it's a game
All goes well the credit is mine
Nothing goes well, they get the blame
It's late gotta close my shop
Need food and a good night's sleep
'Morrow will be a busy day
So expect not I will come cheap
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