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Sweet dreams are fantastic and enchanting,
The golden wings of brightness are quite chanting,
The natural beauty of songbirds is like fairy dust,
In this dream, I broke down with joy and bust.
Oh, dream! The ominous curved shape was not scary,
Chimera! The vampire seemed merry,
Then the classic scary stigma of horror vampire,
Fear of satanic blasphemy grew as a damper.
Oh! I closed my eyes in horror at that terrible sight!
His hypnotic eyes stopped the trembling, awe-inspiring flight!
The Vampiric myth unsolved puzzle may be resolved tonight,
My heart raced as the ego chiseled my family's artistic heights.
There is tranquility and calmness in my head,
Trying to remember how beatific this time is ahead,
I am grateful to God for my golden vision,
which appears to be a wonderful envision.
A mysterious traveler from our odd planet,
At home, into the magical realm of sleep gamut,
In a dream, I filled out a waiver and escaped Vietnam,
And I joined the National Guard, my favorite aplomb.
My favorite subject at school was English Literature,
Dad said math and science were vital, not litterateur,
I focused on calculus and left grammar to my proclivity,
I learned to design technical visuals, not creatively.
We were labeled "baby boomers," but we were war babies,
It ensures the happiness of possible rivals abides,
Living in America exposed me to a touch of pioneer history,
Technology and industry drive us forward through mystery.
The dream ceased without falling for the intelligentsia,
She freed me from lethargy by having me fight inertia,
Without her, I could have abused booze and heroin,
It's simpler to surrender to laziness than to be a heroine.
I rode the conveyor to the consulting to provide luxury,
I wrote finance and tech books to show I hump Riff Poetry,
Now I am in search of mystical sights and cosmic vibes,
When the writing is over, I shall resume painting the jibes.
The most exciting dreams are abruptly interrupted,
When the sun's rays approached, rouse erupted,
Appealing experiences, from a need for sleep,
More people assumed occult esoteric creep.
1ST place contest winner
Written: September 15, 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Although I am raising a tapir,
I don't know since when.
I don't know
where he came from or how I wound up in raising him;
I am raising him only because he is there by my side.
He is neither cute nor of amiable nature.
He doesn't sleep while I am sleeping and
feeds from the crumbs of my dreams that have fallen on the floor.
One day the tapir,
although fed by my dreams
he disappeared from my side.
My sleepless nights began from that day,
they really are an unbearable series of chaotic nights,
I was suffering from night after night of evil dreams.
Because of the countless wakeful nights,
I lost my sense to distinguish night from day; became
unable to tell myself as to real or unreal in the standing-still-time.
Wherefore I began to roam aimlessly
searching for myself just like a sleep-walker.
My ego, unknowingly, while I was lost from myself, left me
and stepped into a wasteland no one seems to have ever stepped in;
astoundingly, however, I found an abandoned gold mine
which swallowed heaps of gold diggers' dream, body
and soul standing before me open-mouthed.
Although a gallery was glowing with golden color
it was darker, deeper and damper then the grave.
And when I stepped in the gallery which seems
so feeble that it may collapse at any moment,
I saw my tapir gazing at me gloomy-eyed.
Whether he was sorry or delighted to see me again,
or maybe hated me for not coming earlier to find him;
I was glad, nonetheless, I saw myself reflecting in his pupils.
I felt I had unloaded all those heavy burdens I was carrying all along,
and because my mind became so at ease that I got into a deep sleep,
lay by his side and beat less my heart ceased.
Note: By old Chinese tale:: a tapir is said to eat man’s nightmares.
There is always the sound of footsteps trailing behind me
And no matter how much I attempt to discover who it is
I have never seen to be successful at all
Everyone believes me insane when I speak of it to them
Telling me that it's my imagination running wild
But I know what I'm hearing
For it's neither loud nor is it quiet
It follows me everywhere I go
Even in my home where it echoes throughout the empty house
It will always fall short of my bedroom door when I slumber
It keeps me restless all night long
And leave me wondering in my head
If it ever enters the room
So I can finally learn the mystery behind the footsteps
But I'm disappointed every single night as the sun arises
It will follow me no matter the weather
The worst of them all is the snow
As the snow makes it seem louder than ever
Frightening me even more
I'm always on edge because of it
And it has put a damper on my relationship with everyone
But that wouldn't stop me not by a long shot
I will prove to everyone that it exists
And then they will stop believing that I'm insane
Right?
Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with
velvety laces
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap through the shielded parapet gilding the frosty
mantle with an iridescence
The distant peaks shrouded with the glow of satin evanescence
Following an unmarked, winding trail spurred on by an eery
prescience
My unbridled senses discharged; my tempered spirit for the
mysterious journey braces
A haunting stillness shadows my movements; stealthily my
boundary encases
Shuttered from the outside world and its vapid spaces
Where time is muted and nature's discordant rhythm races
A pristine environment where tendrils caress, limbs bristle, the cold
wind chases
A cloudy fondue swirls overhead and each spiralling steeple
embraces
Squawking squirrels prance freely on the floor without leaving any
traces
Bald eagles glide above the crenelated spires crowning the summit
with their magestic graces
A maverick-cardinal's chirps funnel through the shrouded mist,
temporarily the dreary damper effaces
A Snowy owl crests over the hollowed thickets scanning the tight
nooks and crawl spaces
White-tailed deer cautiously trek through covered thickets, matted
fields which their camouflage erases
Filtering through the blustery labyrinth, an open field the rough
terrain displaces
The broad meadow teaming with yesterday's cares my
adventurous journey replaces
Looking longingly back on my charted path, my bridled heart the
solitary life praises
We’ve picnicked at the local park
It’s time to go, as it’s getting dark
But Lucy’s lost her small rag doll
And can’t sleep without Millie Moll
We have to find Lucy’s special toy
The roundabout doesn’t bring us joy
We search the swings, climb the slide
Please find my doll, poor Lucy cried
Tears start to drip down Lucy’s face
Her doll has vanished without trace
Rain is falling, our clothes get damper
So I go to pack up our picnic hamper
Beside the cookies I find Millie Moll
Look Lucy, here’s your favorite doll
Oh I’m so sorry mummy, guess I forgot
But she loves those cookies such a lot!
A beaming smile lights up Lucy’s face
The rain turns heavy and so we race
Along the muddy path to our front door
Lucy has her doll, she’s safe once more
Loving you like the wind, blowing
Through my mind like a melody
The tune mesmerizing like that of hues
Too the rays shine without calamity
My precious mind thoughts lingering
I see a ponder over thus thee reality
Picking up posies - smelling the roses
It's in the air - I too then breathe
Creativity
Puts a damper on a soul indeed
When you are full of broken promises
I adored what we had it flattered me
I am infatuated but it too blemishes
Waking each dew morn - I drink the water
My mind breathing in and clear inside
Dreams often shatter upon awake
My arms I seek for opportunity of wide
The hues of the rays yes mesmerized me Melodies created to the beat of the cleft
Picking up the posies - smelling the roses
Is exactly only that, that I have left.
A perfect triangle
As he stood in the shadow
Of the dead eye windows of his home
His face alway up
Stars or cries of cloud
his theatre
The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears
He tugged at some oversized hood
Like a monk struggling to damper the candles for nighttimes prayers
Answered with a monotone of shadows nod
The passing friend fed a gentle wave
You ever want to say to someone
Can you please stop this conversation before one of us dies -nothing to do with poem but I share
Unsure where shadow says
Sometimes his profile
glimpsed in the orange
of his cigarette
Spelling candy in
Only two leters
t get back up there
Sometimes caught him tapping his feet
against the wall
Lost in the sound of his garbled favourite sounds
I try not be surreal so the reals think I am real
Rain splatter dropping seemingly in time
To his hooded droo
………………….,.,…ping nod
matching its scratching tempo
His breath hesitant on the ice that paraded as the wind
imagining we are only ones that imagine
Above us only sky
I always just looked out
No moonlight only more sun
Does that mean every song lied
More sunlight serenade doesn’t quite hit the
Mark unalived in car accident
Left quite a
To Mark everyone
Last funeral I was ever asked to talk at
Coincidence why what’s
You can't change what you wont face and thats your fears
You have it in you
Greatness
But you shield it
With what you have
Why are you afraid to give it?
Give it all you got
Stop letting things damper your dreams they cannot
You are in a place in your life
That requires sacrifice
How much are you willing to give?
How will you face your fears ?
How will you face them? (your fears)
How will you chase them ?)your dreams )
Don't stay stuck on how
Get it together now
We all have some things
We want to do
Our fear will limit us
To what we think we can do
You'll get assurance
You'll get protection
The lord will lead you in the right direction
So tell me what do you do
Cross things out that you wouldn't do
Faith over fear
Now that's the truth
Don't live in fear
Have the faith
Continue running in the race
Even if it take years
One day you will overcome your fears
How will you face them? (your fears)
How will you chase them ?)your dreams )
Don't stay stuck on how
Get it together now
(Hook )
Face it your fears
Even if it take years
Face it your fears
Even if it take years
How will you face them? (your fears)
How will you chase them ?)your dreams )
Don't stay stuck on how
Get it together now
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
02/28/2021
Start
POISON is anything which exceeds necessity
It can be over- eating leading to obesity
Or it can be power, wealth and hunger
Tempting one to commit a blunder
The vice of ego, greed or ambition
Triggers within self a war of attrition
The passion of love and hate
Can cause the change of fate
FEAR is non-acceptance of uncertainty
After death the soul passes on to eternity
Acceptance changes fear to adventure
Hope guides one to a new venture
ENVY is non-acceptance of good in others
Even between brothers of same mothers
Acceptance of good leads to inspiration
Working up to it excretes perspiration
ANGER is failure of mind to control our temper
It leads to fun parties becoming a damper
Control of temper redeems sense of tolerance
To deal with situations without seeking deliverance
TIME spent on worrying about ‘the way things were’
Reduces the time on good things that we share
It’s a moment stolen from our creative mind
In pursuit of our goals which are left behind!
End
The poet with his mighty pen,
Warrior for all women and Men.
Using words that all can afford,
Phrases mightier than a sword.
With eloquent prowess a tale,
Powerful thought for a ship to sail,
Gentle and tender lacking power,
To grow a bouquet of a dainty flower.
A poet can render you to tears,
Or dispel your wildest fears.
Poetry forges a bridge sublime,
Between now and the earliest of time.
Bringing your imagination to play,
Or educating with facts of the day.
Images beyond your wildest dreams.
Passion intense and whimsical scenes.
Fantasy to delight the hardest heart.
Adventure that really stands apart.
Wisdom handed down through the ages.
Enlightenment gained in poetry book pages.
Its such an easy way for children to read.
Just a short line at a time for them to heed.
Poetry can create a new world, in a single verse,
Or try to better things that are definitely worse.
Poetry can throw a damper on such actions as wars,
And stand tall advocating efforts of a good cause.
The good word of our Lord above,
Is often coupled with the Peace dove,
With sincerity in the words that were spoken.
It can remind us that they mustn’t be broken.