Long Daydreaming Poems
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First time our eyes met, instantly I knew
Why red rose-buds are boasting a bloom
In fragrance of gardenia passing through
As scent of pink lilies meant only for you
Evoked conversation of romance for two.
When message of hearts blew in prairies
Words of desire carried a lyrical promise
Blowing in the winds melody of our music
Composing a song in harmony of dreams
Wooing you to declare, for you I'm falling.
I've heard about the allure you're feeling
For you speak to me as I'm daydreaming
Holding me captive, keeping me company,
Praising your name every thought's saying
It won't be long before you would own me.
Unknowingly I introduced you to my family
When in my sleep I spoke of you so fondly.
You must've heard the joy of their cheers
For I see you smiling, shedding happy tears--
As consent of your heart echoes in my ears.
April 2, 2019
Placed 3rd: Strand choice O contest by Brian Strand
I'm crushing on you poetry contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
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Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
Wonderful, crazy cool, chaotically peaceful, mellowly untamed, lost, but found...God's chosen child to fulfill His word somehow...someday, prosperity, fame, and fortune will surround me...success at my finger tips, getting my man grips as I mend friendships with God's advice, corrections and tips in mind...letting time unwind, wishing that my daydreaming come true by actions and interactions
Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art
Driving in my new luxury car
Richer then a movie star
All the lights shine on me
I'm beautiful with too much money
Strutting to be viewed
Living big on Dream Avenue
Ladies adore my smile
Babes I drive them wild
Guys all envy me
That's how life has to be
Dancing like a fool
Looking way to cool
Making the paparazzi drool
Splashing in my Olympic pool
I am everything new
Dreaming in Dream Avenue
Partying is understood
All my time is good
Celebrities gossip about me
I tie up everyone's technology
How can my alarm be so rude
Waking me up from Dream Avenue
I shave and drink coffee
Rush to work so I can be
Just another busy bee
All work and no play
Looking forward to any holiday
Into the grudge I fade
Life is sorrowfully blue
Daydreaming is all I knew
Wishes are never true
As the dreams of Dream Avenue
And maybe tonight in feasting
I'll inhale the flavors of my meal
and exhale colors in the wind
I have not been chosen
beyond our understanding, it just is
It’s the quiet that scares me
so I'm a puppeteer of the shadows
Dancing near the light source
to feed my lonely
I breathe this naturally
Another dimension
Another time
More laughter
I'm pacing and spinning
Yelling and singing
I'm in control
until the arch of my feet gets weak
from chasing the muse my bed becomes
And I'm tired
In prayer I lay
The only air left to breathe is the regret of wasting the day
It was never us
Just me filling the spaces of those I want to love
They are not here now
They cant share this with me
I'm only weak
It's only me
A shadow crossed the room
in the corner of my awareness
A cloud outside somewhere, probably,
but for an instant, I thought that motion was you.
Thoughts of you are casually intrusive.
Maybe you’d crawled into my luggage - and hidden.
There’s a complex birthday candle wish.
Desire owes no deference to logic
When I think of you, my tummy becomes warm satin and I know,
that in your hands, I could be boneless and lusciously obedient.
For a while, anyway.
I remember us at the beach, lounging in deep parasol shade,
how your tanned skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat
and your endless legs stretched out like a centerfold’s.
Or you pulling me up out of the pool, one-handed, effortlessly,
with enough force that I briefly flew, and how you’d gently guide me down.
“What are you doing?” I’m virtually slapped out of my erotic fantasy, by Lisa, who’s standing, exasperated, sandaled toes tapping, purse in hand.
“Daydreaming,” I answered weakly, as I jumped up to get myself ready.
Has it only been four days since I left you?
I already feel tragically underheld.
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A song for this:
Ain't it a shame by The B-52s
Locked Inside by Janelle Monáe
. We worked it out on paper and realized if we saved our ten cents a week allowance,
it would take years to pay for them, so we decided we needed to get a job. So began our
first enterprise ‘Hal and Elaine’s snow Removal.’
Each day after school we would go door to door offering to shovel the snow from
sidewalks and driveways for a fee of twenty- five cents. Each day we would return home
with our frozen hands clutching a quarter and our minds clutching the visions of those
bicycles as we prayed for snow once again.
Mom had taken a job working from home. Each night she would soak piles of
leather pieces to soften and stretch over balls of twine to stitch together the next day
making a baseball. She was paid five cents for each one that met their standards. Mom
stitched hour after hour, day after day until her fingers bled.
Dad would come home from Camp Borden after many hours of hard labor and
army maneuvers to have supper and make us giggle and laugh with his outrageous stories of
the day’s events. After supper he would leave again returning much later with red and blue
paint stains on his hands and a tired smile on his face.
The days flew by in a blur as we shoveled up and down the streets dreaming of
those bicycles that grew more solid with every quarter we put in our piggy banks. I would go
to sleep each night and ride through towns and cities and over hills and through valleys until
I heard the sound of buoy bells ringing in the harbor.
I would pedal faster and faster, knowing I was almost there. I could see my old
home just down the road. As the bells got louder, I would slowly awake to the truth as the
alarm clock wound down on the night stand. Once again I would head off for school and
stand daydreaming, peering at that gleaming bicycle in the window of the bicycle shop.
Suddenly – Christmas was almost upon us and we needed to buy mom and dad a
present, so we pulled the plug on the piggy bank and tool our loot, a total of four dollars each
to Woolworth’s
continued in part 3.....
I'm a fiend for you…
I'm scratching and itching to get that next fix
this ain't no confession to some IG bad bih
this ain't no open letter disguised as poetry to see if
these seductive sentences might put us together
you see it's my love for you
its the reason why I'm always lusting after you
its that I gotta…I gotta have you feeling
and I know you feel them vibes
but I'm also patient so I await patiently until it's the right time
I lust after that walk...the way your hips move
it's so smooth got me wanting to explore you
and every part of your body to see how you react
you're my drug I need you
even when I don't get that fix at that precise moment
I want it, I'm patient
so there's no way I can relapse with someone else
you give me seductive vibes
I love the passion of affection
foreplay when it's foretold
let's forego those motions where nothing is held in
just pure intimacy between you and me
whether it's lustfully discreet
or making love on new bed sheets
stroke my ego, whisper in my ear
"I want you you deep inside me"
let this moment be pure and open
give me the best of you
to the point where I'm daydreaming about it next week
I want my toes curled, my knees weak
I want you to take all my energy
when I climax while you watch me erupt
I wanna experience this feeling more than once
because I'm deeply in love with lusting after you
I’m excited to head home, and smile in my car with the radio cheering me on.
The echos of everyone’s smiles as I strut out the office.
I would feel the satisfaction of making the world smile.
But really, that’s a daydream.
But really, the office is silent and frowning.
But really, I’m grimacing, alone in my cubicle.
I’m breathing heavy and tapping my feet loudly.
Shifting and creaking my chair.
Trying to stand to go get a drink of water to calm down.
But worried they will be laughing if I walk away for even a moment.
They will think I’m hiding in the bathroom and crying.
Which I do want to do…
So I’m paralyzed.
He walks over and asks how I’m doing.
I smell his coffee and it’s strong and jolts me awake.
I have my work, it’s right on the computer screen!
But I turn around and it’s just letters and words that I aimlessly tapped in.
My day is ruined.
Daydreaming…
About going home.
I’ll leave late after everyone else has left.
Then I can go home and cry.
writing is daydreaming on paper or sometimes straight into a computer.
notes crossed out, smacked around, slashed, re-visited, starred, circled,
checked, underlined, slashed out again, retrieved.
after print has happened, it all begins anew. I count the syllables,
make six hundred tally marks on the page, slash out, cross out, circle,
write OKAY in big letters, draw arrows, put Xs, start rearranging.
Using 1, 2, 3, and A, B,C, as I valiantly try to figure out where
the next line is going, or whether to even keep it.
I sit down to figure it out, and decide it will be easier to begin
again, rather than edit what has already been typed. So I begin again,
slashing, dashing, drawing, starring, circling, smacking, cracking,
discarding, resurrecting.
the life of this writer.
you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody. maybe you didn't move me. so why am I moving. and why is my heart racing. and why am I smiling. lusting after you. why am I craving such pain. I choose to taste your misery. why. I'm in love with you miserably. I love you. Deeply. Uncontrollably. Wholeheartedly. Distinctly. Unashamedly. Miserably. but you touched me. oh so miserably. but you touched me. when you touched me. I felt. I feel. purples, blues, greens. Or is it greens, purples, and blues. I can never be sure. I thought I would utter what was real. I thought I would be brave. Yet, I'm mute. drowning in your affection. letting you toy with me in this sick little game we play. I'm your violin strings. you're my play. my therapy. our mornings. the sunrays. navys, teals, royal blues, metallic. violets, plums, lavenders, and lilac. emeralds, limes, hunter and olive greens. I feel this so much. I am coloring. you inspire me. and you deprive me. and you tire me. retire into me. deep into me. deeper than deep. into earth. into me. back into time. the distances. the differences. the places. the people. realities verses comos. fears versus daydreaming. still, you are me. you are. me. and you are lovely. you read the poetry I write. you called me lovely. you are right for me. I write to you. lovely. can you write to me. you are beautiful. poof. poof. and away we go. hi. hello. you distract me. hey... Mister