Juggled Poems

My Dream Within A Dream

I wake up in my dream,
aware that I'm still entombed,
    in lucidity's mask,
with the veil of reality
  unraveling as I reach out.
Each awakening peels back,
another dream layered within.
  Worlds within worlds unfold.
Who and where I am are juggled,
    as shiny spheres tossed up down.

Who's in charge of what I see?
     Is it me dreaming a dreamer?
Or the dreamer dreaming of me?
 Am I my own cast dark shadow?
       Am I what mirrors cannot see?
 Which side is looking within?

Dream upon dream, flitting,
like a butterfly hovering
   between sources for nectar
   from many flowers, many worlds
 betwixt real and make-believe
 between sleeping and waking up.
What remains in dream of dreaming
  is to soar with Icarus's wings
    to the brink, to sip from the Sun.

Felix Culpa

Yahweh’s image! The crown of creation!
Got lured by the snake's words of elation
Did Adam and Eve wish to test their might?
Who deprived them of the angelic light?

Soon, omissions and commissions juggled.
To earn their living, each being struggled.
Friends became foes. Siblings became strangers.
Each day dawned with life-threatening dangers.

The prophets, saints, and martyrs came to save
And lead them far from the brinks of the grave.
Weren't these ways paved for the incarnation?
To cause, here on earth, true transformation?

Butterfly Effects

Last night a powerful force
was juggled between ocean-going butterflies.
A little ripple in Bermuda
blew its lid in Indonesia.
People died and survived to be recalled
by the living in the morning.

Dreaming hands built beer-caves
for their foamy drools,
fingers raised hedge funds.
Ripples sex-blitzed
elderly spinsters with an erotica,
that made their eyelids flutter.

Personally speaking,
somewhere before dawn
I became a Russian novel,
there was snow, there was a steam-train,
Cossacks arrived, blood was spilled,
the dead fell asleep in my bed.

UNBURIED

Dead dreams deserve a burial,
But where do I bury them?
My peeving heart-It is way too heavy,
My disappointed eyes-they are weary,
Cherished memories - I really haven’t any,
Art isn’t my cup of tea.
Nor can I write poetry
Neither is my juggled mind ready.

Dead dreams deserve a funeral.
But how do I mourn them?
Bleed my heart or tie a knot,
Drink my tears or bawl eyes out,
Crush memories or leave them to rot,
pent up emotions or express my thought,
wander my mind or get it to dot.

Dead dreams are hauntingly ethereal,
But where do they dwell?
They linger in heartbeats,
in thoughts left to swell
Not lost, not vanished,
but drifting in air—In echoes of poetry,
in art laid bare.

Entranced

She was waiting in the plaza
a breath of fresh air
graceful as could be

I sat there in the distance
couldn’t take my eyes off her
imagining that she might
be waiting for a guy like me

She slowly sipped
her coffee cup
I watched her lips
their gentle touch

And in my head I juggled
dozens of scenarios
where I would sweep
her off her feet

As time went on
I realized I’d missed my chance
and let the angel pass me by



AP: Honorqable Mention 2025

Malakar’s Calamity

upon his tower dark and tall
malakar stood to doom them all
with lightning flashing, cape unfurled
he cackled, "Now I rule the world!"

he pulled the lever, struck a pose
but fate, unkind, had other woes
for with a snap, the lever broke
and hit his minion (Grubnuk croaked)

his robots sparked, began to dance
one juggled fire—badly, perchance
another whirred, then high-fived air
while malakar just stood and stared

“uh… that’s not right,” he mumbled low
as sparks set fire to his own robe
he tripped, he tumbled, with a groan
and soon his tower stood alone

for down he fell, a mighty crash!
right in the king’s grand pumpkin patch
now in the dungeon, sipping tea
he plots his next catastrophe

When Will I Grow Up

When will I finally fill your shoes, 
Reach maturity like you did?
You seemed to have all the answers
When I was just a kid. 
I've been waiting a long time now
So maybe I missed my turn, 
I'm well past the age you were, 
By now I should have learned!
How did you do the adulting, so effortless,
Not overwhelmed or lost?
You juggled a job,a family, and never
Dropped any ball we tossed. 
You seemed so fearless, standing tall,
A million arms to answer each call. 
All I can think when life comes at me 
Is I don't even have half your balls.

Jester the Joker

Jester The Joker juggled bottles
decorated with the reddest flame.
Three jars spun jiggling in the air
jars four and five he held with care.
Letting go of the ones in his hands
he caught the next two on command.
Jester The Joker juggled bottles
decorated with the sky light blue
but, out of one jumped Winnie the Poo.
Then Winnie the Poo tried to juggle
the bottles with the reddest flame,
but, he fell in a pot of honey
and that ended the juggling game.

Janitors July Jamboree

jaunty jack-o-lantern joined
jingly jangly janitors’ July jamboree

jaundiced Jasper, Jack’s jackhammer
juggled and jostled the journey in jovial jollity.

Jovial Jukebox Julep juxtaposed Jasper and Jack’s
jonquils, joining the July Jubilee

Javelin, a jazzy jaybird, jangled Judy’s jaguar,
who jabbered jokingly and jauntily.

what do you call her

I had never before seen a ballerina with these kinds of thighs
She was a absolute trooper, and she also juggled with knives
What do you call her? I asked the bullfrogs on the shore.
We call her diva, queen, and all about herself, today and forevermore.
I thought this was snotty until I shared what they said with others.
There was lots of laughter. Those are her five older brothers!

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
                    a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride 
                                to juicy jukebox jabbering 
in jackal jackboots 
                         from nearby jungle 
                     
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating 
                                  jambalaya to justify a 
                             juggled juxtapositional 
jurisdiction jamming 
       as jugular vein jingled jewels 
joyfully jauntily jaywalking 
                 to a jay named Jim Jolly ! 

Onward he jumped to a 
                                   Jungian junction 
              Jupiter jocund watching his 
 journeying joints
              journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit 
                            or jeweller jiggled this job

So he jerked his jess 
                          like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the 
                           next jangle of jasmine 
 
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin 
           though sometimes Mr Hyde
                   with jeroboam swirling alongside !

Juggle Master

Juggle master kept adding to his shuffle
He is amazing said his cousin Leland Muffle.
Juggling balls, teapots, sandwiches and more.
Almost anything I bring home from the store.

Did he ever juggle guns? I ask. Did he ever juggle a knife?
He juggled a knife once, but he said he’d never do it twice.
He amazes me I said as he juggled cookies and tea cakes.
I wonder if he could juggle a few hoes and garden rakes?

The Random House

Random in the house,
Juggled words were.
Asunder left you there were.
Mitochondria the nervous
Melon taken granted for.
Places in faraway away,
Discom-populated.
Story to tell.
In the story tell to.

Cry my heart
A Lord of Glory
Under a taken
Dark glimpse of God
I go.

BrOken Glass

Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped

Once whole but now broken, this precious glass

Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays

A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered

No longer smooth and pleasant to the hands and eyes

Broken, 

Broken is this glass.

Many jagged edges are now dangerous to
the touch 

Broken and distorted is this glass

I'M PERFECTLY FLAWED

I have known love;
Underneath your tender arms.
In the much you have;
Your smile is the charm.

Your smile brightens my face; 
Scaring away my wrinkles.
You make my heart race; 
Works up my ankles.

Your heart have I trampled;
And emotions juggled.
I'm full of trouble; 
No doubt, bundled.

Teach me your love language; 
Embrace me with my buggage.
Lend me your courage;
For fear is my bondage.

Tommorow is uncertain;
I dare not promise.
To cherrish you often,
Is my desire, miss.

In case I'm at fault,
I pray, don't bolt.
My hand please hold,
For I'm perfectly flawed.

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