Long Daydream Poems
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My minds at sea’s,
afar reaching dreams
Sitting,
feeling the sand’s warmth giving;
Chasing fears and overthinkings
How I’ve been this past two prevalent years?
me watching myself
Struggling and did nothing again,
Distraught of feelings..
Feelings of weighing things..
am I capable of suffering?
Chaotic places and people’s mind blowing
Little did I know,
I am one of them;
Somewhat in the darkest hour;
in my gigantic memory,
I have to deal with life before it kills me.
Hearing voices of negativity;
lying under this pine tree,
Smelling the ocean’s air,
home I can tell,
Watching sea of clouds like dandelions dancing;
And my dog Panda’s suddenly glanced back at me;
Oh there,
I find that inner beauty beyond humanity;
Caught myself smiling back at her;
Oh I remember this life I truly care..
A little daydream, like a butterfly
into my absent mind came fluttering,
in pink and blue pastel. Then to and fro,
it flitted as its wings began to grow.
Above those rainbow wings, I was sitting
as the giant butterfly went flitting
through a field of buttercups. We flew
then toward the sea which sparkled azure blue.
The flying marvel tilted, dropping me
into the crystal waters of the sea.
My body changed upon my daydream’s whim,
and I could breathe beneath the sea and swim.
A mermaid I’d become with hair so long.
I swam to shore and sang a siren’s song.
Sun sank! My lovely daydream slipped away
and left me on my beach towel where I lay.
Jan. 20, 2017
The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers.
They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and also others
that drank beer as they heavily jogged along
their thighs clapping sore ribs.
In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
The sound of swishing waves
lulling eventually
into a sea-green batch of somnambulates.
When they could carry no more -
some were trucked away
to be neglected unto death.
Now the donkeys have retired themselves,
have changed form.
When not flying business class
they surfboard in Hawaii,
their Bermuda shorts billow widely
as if tailored for four-legs.
Those that once rode them
on that uncultured British beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
and hardly ever see a donkey,
but if they do
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobby spine
again bruising their sophisticated
time-worn tight bottoms.
Every single girl in his hometown
likes that crazy and wild cowboy
who leads a wild lifestyle; even
married ladies dream about him:
they know that he'll take them in his arms
and let them live out their wildest fantasy!
Funny and crazy playboy,
when will you stop fooling around?
Leave alone those ladies
with charming and lustful eyes,
money can fill your wallet
and satisfy your desires;
put down that crown and understand
you can't control their destiny!
Single girls in his hometown wait
for the tall, handsome and sexy
prince to come out of his castle,
oh, they sigh, oh, they get excited and eager
to touch him, they chase him everywhere...
are they aware it's only a daydream?
Someone else loves him dearly,
and he can't be part of your fable,
leave some space, so he can breathe...
only one can own him and be his lover!
Funny guy and crazy playboy
your popularity and sexuality are due to the fact
that you continue to tease them
with your charming, young looks;
funny guy and crazy playboy,
think of settling down for once
and keep away from large crowds:
the truest love is right next to you,
her passion is too intense,
she's has a loving heart...
that's always ready to forgive you!
I’ve been amazed by the cycle of life
To sit in the womb and observe would be nice
I wish I could shrink so very small
That the eye couldn’t see
I would climb through a mother’s lifeline door
And watch her newborn and keep it company
Before, the doctor could detect
I would already know the sex
I would frolic in the bag of jelly
I would make baby feel comfy and cozy
Oh, what a miracle inside the belly
I could never take the place of God
Whatever, baby may be is his job
But curious as I am there’s no deception
I would’ve loved to be there at the moment of
conception . I would arrange the DNA
To reach the highest peaks of perfection
Then, I would iron each pair of genes
Next, I would have a white glove inspection
I would play musical chairs with the chromosomes
Each and every night
When time is nigh, and I’m satisfied
Then baby is ready for flight
I will stand behind with my foot
I would give a kick so swift and quick
To make sure everything came out alright
I sincerely hope I don’t sound mean
It’s only a daydream
To raise suspicion is not my mission
But, if baby is fully grown, and he can breathe on his
own I may start to like his home and claim it as my own
Why not give baby his first eviction?
head to head,
brunette and sugar blonde.
snow angels and soul mates.
cheekiness of wings,
as college students
only daydream into the sun kissed room.
the professor taps the glass
displaying a wry smile and a warning.
eye to eye,
blue sky peeks
into moss green, illuminating shadows
from her past. she hushes him with hugs.
he reassures her with a diamond ring
surrounded by tiny emeralds and sapphires.
face to face,
between the crowd and the priest.
wanting to giggle and wriggle
as they remain stoic at the moment.
his wink almost makes her knees faint.
side by side,
white train and polished suit,
enveloped by confetti throwers.
as they reach the threshold of the church,
a professor and his cheeky wife form
angels in the snow.
Their cold cheeks turn red
and true blue.
9/3/2019
John Lawless’ 136 Words poetry Contest
It's been years since I've heard that lonesome whistle blow
Or smelled the smoke along the track
And I've been getting the urge to go
As my memories carry me back
There's an old railway station with its' doors boarded up
Thats a monument to days gone by
It holds stories of passion, triumphs and love
And it brings a tear to my eye
I want to ride these rails till the day I die
I want to see the cities passing by
To hear that lonesome whistle cry
And to camp out in the rain
I want to feel the freedom that the railroad brings
Listen to the song that the bluebird sings
Visit places where I can spread my wings
Oh God I miss the train
There's an open road calling out to me
There's a lot of places I want to see
The lure of the rails won't let me be
And it's driving me insane
I just don't know what I want to do
To settle down would make me blue
Always looking for something new
Oh God I miss the train
I walked those railroad tracks
When I was just a kid
Throwing stones, singing songs
Never kept my feelings hid
I'd sit on those wooden benches
And watch the old man sell tickets to places far away
And daydream of cowboys and outlaws riding the ranges
On a hot and sultry day
Now those days are no more
But I'm still longing for
The mountain and valley and plain
Although I still yearn
I can never return
Oh God I miss the train.
Night dreams. From whence do they come?
Night dreams. To where are they going?
Night dreams. Perhaps from daily thoughts;
Surface as well as sub-conscience
Ones. They come and they go. We have
No say. And sometimes, we interpret them;
Some interested ones may even label them.
But most times, we simply table them.
Daydreams: Retain and don't let go.
Daydreams: They embrace and consume us.
Daydreams: Are they not inhaled, or inspired?
Daydreams: Others may never understand them.
Daydreams: If they point toward your destiny;
If your Master gave them to you;
Do not allow yourself to be penalized;
But internalize your daydreams, giving
Them to your Maker. Through you, He will
Use them for His own glory and purpose.
112722PSCtest, Don't Quit Your Daydreams.
Sitting with daydream bubbles overhead
My mind drifting in imagination
Remembering all, the things you have said
Drawing pictures from heartfelt sensations
That cotton candy smile of friendliness
Happy eyes like a teddy bear surprise
Shiny hair with a flowery fragrance
Feathery skin soft as baby blue skies
Prancing around in old worn out blue jeans
Pretending you're dancing with another
Laughing and swirling in your own daydream
With a fantasized secretive lover
Now I've drifted back to reality
Wondering if you were dancing with me
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an original poem by Daniel "poemdog" Turner
Vincent…
This is the time of the year
When I see the ravens and the crows
Especially in an open field...
It's when I think of you…
I catch myself remembering…
I have to stop myself and breathe…
I daydream of our starry nights
I think of the ravens and the crows…
I think about your untimely plight
I wonder if you ever felt like me
If you ever felt my presence near you
And I wonder now….wherever you are
If you ever missed me too.
Could you have ever imagined
Could you have possibly known
That I’d still be thinking of you
Missing you...
After more than one long century.
It’s only been a hundred years or so
Since you severed off your ear
Since you shot yourself
Since you killed yourself
Since you shortened all your years.
If I had been there and loved you
Could I have saved you from yourself
Would it have made a difference
Or would everything have turned out the same
Would we both still be feeling lonely
Would you still be thought insane?
I did love you Vincent
I just could never let it show
I didn’t know how to tell you
Back before these 100 years
I just kept hoping
that somehow you would know.
Whenever I am in Chicago
I visit the Art Institute and sigh
As I gaze upon your starry skies
I stand before your paintings in wonder
And look deep within your eyes.
I always have to ponder
If you painted thinking of me
I know that you always knew
That I loved your greens and vibrant blues
I see that you tried to show me
How the stars reflected you in my eyes
I see the colors that you have chosen
Have always revealed your truth.
When I see your painting
Of the ravens and the crows
I know that you remembered
How the sky that day looked too
How it felt to have autumn ending
And winter closing in
How wonderful that day was
How happy we had been.
The last time we were together
Everything seemed so right and true
I had no idea
Your heart had turned so blue.
Your feelings always hidden
You never said a word
How things would tragically end
There never was a clue.
So now I stand here after 100 years
I still miss you Vincent.
I really, really do.
I wonder if you are thinking of me
And if you are happy or if you are blue.
(November 16, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,