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People post dreams
Seldom sleeps at night
Walking within wretched paths
Ever evenly earned so
Sleep seldom wake up feet
Fancy flesh freely dancing
Under ukulele wake
Beating beats boasting dancing feet
Freedom frolic rhythm beats
Am awaken I from my dream dazed
Razed running daydreams now coming
Double day dreaming wishing I was again sleeping
So peaceful pleasantly posed
Sleeping severely settled in solace
Goodness guess I dance in my sleep
Detailed dispraise dense and devout
Gonna get down stay awake
For heaven sake dancing in my sleep while I'm awake
10/14/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
I''m infected with an addiction
That addiction is blurring my vision
A bee infested tree tilted towards me
I couldn't realize, let alone flee
That addiction is draining my energy
Whom should I blame, no one, it's a synergy
I played the game as an experience novice
The paradox I didn't notice
Should I blame it on hypocrisy?
No, the action didn't succeed fantasy
I hit harder like a connoisseur, but I'm naive
I can't account for the punches I give
Should I term this an elegy?
For that addiction was an allergy
But why has my ink stopped menstruating ?
Oh! look at me, I was day dreaming
During stress I transport my mind
To a place far from somewhere confined
To somewhere that is relaxing and free
Away from storms and debris
To a place where I finally belong
Where I’m very rarely wrong
It can change on a regular basis
A place where is open and spacious
The hills, the forest or on sandy beach
Nobody else to argue or preach
Day dreaming about stability
Close my eyes and everyone is healthy
Anywhere that I feel calm
Where no one will ever come to harm
Dreaming of a better life somewhere far
Looking up at the stars
Reality is stress crushing my chest
But a few moments a day make my mind rest
Eureka of Archimedes was part of his daydream,
Thomas Edison nurtured his dream in bright light like gleam;
Could sleep ever overwhelm Alexander Graham Bell,
Till he heard the noise from the other and fell in a spell...?
George Washington Carver, who found in peanuts and soybeans,
Utilizations, like treasures, hidden abundant gleans;
Eli Whitney's constant daydreams gave birth to cotton gin,
That separated seeds, hulls and wastes; hearts of all did win...!
Johannes Gutenberg’s innovative printing machine,
Or John Logie Baird's mechanical television sheen;
Benjamin Franklin's lightning rod and the iron furnace,
Or Henry Ford's ventures into automobile sternness...
No invention has found its sphere devoid of day-dreaming,
This should be coalescence of action-vision creaming;
Together with concentration-shift toward internals,
Should bring forth spiritually resonant externals...!
21 November 2022
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
The day began like every other day
no hint of what was to happen
taking the children to school
she saw a man near the gates
He smiled at her and tipped his cap
tall and handsome around her age
sadly when she came out he was gone
with a sign she walked on to work
The sun was blazing down baking all
so she took her sandwich outside
sitting at a bench in the local park
she espied him running in the distance
His long legs eating up the ground
he soon disappeared from sight
longing to meet and talk to him
she sat there as long as she dared
Reluctantly returning back to work
day dreaming about him passed the time
at last it was time to collect the kids
again he was waiting as they came out
She noticed him with two children
but when she turned right he went left
wondering why she had not seen him before
sad that he seemed happily married
For the next few days she kept seeing him
mainly he was far off in the distance
Until one day arriving early at the gates
she saw him waiting there for his kids
Shyly she stood nearby giving him a smile
he walked over and started to chat
she soon learned they were his nieces
and he was helping out his sister
His sister's husband was away fighting
and was deployed in the middle east
as he was between jobs and she pregnant
he helped by taking the girls to school
Slowly their feelings turned to love
she had lost her husband to war in Iran
and he had lost his wife to cancer two years ago
against the odds once more they both found love
written 05/17/2014
contest Poem you have not entered in a contest 5
Does the soup like as do i ?
Sleep with 1 eye open ?
Whilst the other eye sleeps soundly
closed wishing for a dream or lullaby to whimper or tickle any of it's scenes
So when i wake up have if nothing else
at least gained something freshly squeezed from my subconscious to hopefully write about
As in my dreams i am happy to play front and centre
the hero and the lead the deliverer of the killer line
the ladies man the captain of the sinking ship
the president or general a man amongst men
Who once upon waking up in the morning is the embodiment of blending into the shadows
and goes about his daily business day dreaming
he is not the actual owner of a car with cheesy bumper stickers on the back
Juniper stars give way to Juniper years.
Lions tasting the snowfall we danced like children at play.
Our hope is our father who charted every second of our Juniper lives.
Day dreaming about limitless peace from hope restored.
Open to sunshine and days before my Ana who is my morning sky.
Lazy days spent dreaming of her juniper eyes hazel as my own.
Wild hearts yearning for love and connection.
Yeshua made Ana my best friend the one whom I love to talk with.
Yeshua is also my best friend as I was raised by Theodore Tugboat who taught me we can have many
best friends not just one.
Love restored in my heart by Friendship so real it makes me smile every day.
Kami even if we never officially talk again thank you and Trust in Jesus.
Ana you are the Rose whose name is written on my heart forever.
Market stall sellers, spewing out cheap tat, for bargain hunting peabrains parting with their cash; items disintegrating from one single use.
City traders impress with tall tales of the day, lapping up each others crap enjoying it's scent and taste; not caring for the common man whose lives they have wrecked.
Office workers looking grey, another mundane day. Sitting at their desks, day-dreaming of a different life while listening to bosses drivel on about deadlines.
Shop workers getting by, mastering people skills, satisfying customers; some are born to please but for others it's just painful.
Buskers playing tunes, some are good, some are not. They enjoy what they do, even to an audience unattentive to the soundtrack of their day.
Beggars in doorways trying to prise money from our wallets but who are the genuine needy? Alcoholics, drug addicts or rich Romanian gangs who treat it as a living.
Cyclists whizz past, jumping the red lights. An obstacle for pedestrians and motorists alike; two wheeled accidents waiting to happen.
Motorists zoom past at speed with arrogance and aggression; the survivors way to driving through city streets. A combination with potential for fatal consequences.
Some walk through the streets, head down, oblivious to all around, focusing on getting to their destination. Others soak it all in; buskers, coffee shops, the bustle of life.
If you're in the city, enjoy the city, even with the smog. Life's too short to be annoyed with the things that irritate us. Embrace what's on offer but accept you'll be ripped off!
So, there is this very long string
threaded through countless wooden
beads of various bright colors.
This super long string is situated
way above the clouds and
stretches into oblivion and
that's where I want to go ...
oblivion, my supreme mission.
So, excitedly, I jump on a vivid green one,
hands splayed, jumping from
colorful bead to bead,
but I must be quick,
not because of time mind you,
but because each bead will spin
under the balls of my feet and
I could lose my balance.
But listen up, this is no
tightrope antics, caper,
romp, or skylarking,
this is a mission of suspense and mystery,
and there is no safety net!
If and when I lose my balance
I will fall and fall forever,
riding the ripples of space.
There are people who have known since birth what they want to do when they grow up. I was one of them. I wanted to be a newspaper reporter, race car driver, ballerina – a career woman who would stay single, and not have children. And when I grew even more up, I wanted to be a grandma who lived in the country – tricky I realize now, as I did not want children. Not as tricky as it would have been in the 60’s and 70’s, but still rather tricky.
Of course, my reoccurring epic night dream for over a year was to run an orphanage, and a dog-saving center, where I would match up sad children and lively happy dogs. That had nothing to do with my day dreams though, as this epic dream was more intense and more real than any day dreaming could have been, even in Mrs. L’s third grade class, a terrific place to day dream as she rambled on about math for hours, never interesting anybody.
Actually, this epic night dream was one hundred times more real than the day dreams. Where is my gallivanting muse? Get back here! I wanted to add something for a dramatic ending, and you have wandered off again. When I was seventeen I took a career assessment test. The results were in. I had more in common with race car drivers than any other group of people who said they still liked their job after five years. If you have ever ridden with me, you know that this makes a lot of sense. Unfortunately, I do not live in Indiana, and I do not have the means or the money for a race car. Also, how many FEMALE race car drivers were there in the 70’s? DUH!
Case in point: If you know any young people who do not want to get totally lost living their real lives like I did, probably missing their calling too, schedule a career assessment test for them, and drag them to a junior college to take it. We do not want anyone else to end up missing their calling.