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I think I'm happy...
Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym
I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my thoughts
I wanted to go deeper, but the question brought me back to the surface
You know, that over used, over played, over copied, get out of jail free question
So, how did you feel?
A mental sigh fogs my mind, as I wait for the dust to settle, I try to paint what can't be replicated in any art
My response a cliche of my own just to joust back
In case we're keeping score
I'm deadly competitive to a fault, laughing to myself touché
Oh, my reply, I almost forgot
The cliche runs from my mouth: the words to describe it are lost but if found it would be something like watching the American Day Dream on the big screen except you're the main character
When your mood matches the brightness within the sunrise of your eyes and you’re by no means even a little bit of an early bird
You hear the sound of vinyl recorded melodies on repeat as you brush your teeth
The dust slowly undresses as I then get dressed
Looking for the perfect outfit is comparable to searching for these words
And don't even get me started on shoes
The right pair will have everyone on their heels and can capture the eyes to the soul
That day my soul sang solo after the shower rained down cleansing compliments
Chanting for an encore
The volume of the claps is turned down
The dust has finally kissed the ground
And for the reveal my reflection sees a familiar memory
As my mouth curves like a rose into a shape it hasn't felt in awhile
I've been chasing this flowery feeling like the butterfly tasting the flight of bliss
I grab as fast as I can, gripping the steering wheel headed to the destination
Shouting I'm never letting go
As my opposite palm holds her hand
I want to stop to picture frame this memory
I have to stop and picture frame this memory
We stop at the red light, and she asks: can I borrow a forehead kiss
I respond: as long as you come back again
p.s. this is happiness, it was something like that...
Dream on, don't stop
for your reality is in shatters.
Your life has lost its essence,
There’s no logical fluidity in your actions,
so just dream on, don't stop,
your misery will soon end:
aren't your dreams so luminescence?
And just to help you on, my friend
I have just what you might need,
you only have to choose, my dear,
for now, it's only a free deed.
See your tears are drying up,
your body's tremors stop.
Would you like some strong valerian?
Sniff my white intoxicating powders,
sleep like a crafty grown-up,
and dream like an uncouth Iberian?
I have all your answers, pal.
Soon you'll depend on me.
(Oh how I hate your youth!)
I'll give you dreams galore, scum,
Provided on payment we agree.
What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow
Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters
Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade
Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative
Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite
Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken
Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.
Note: In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed this ballad as a tribute to his newborn second daughter “Adeline”. The 23-year-old Philippe Pagès was auditioned along with 20 other hopefuls and, to his amazement, he got the job.
O sweet Adeline, born eyes open
And a smile on her small lips.
O delicious child I heard her gurgle
As if she had heeded a joke.
A tune raced in his mind and
He knew it was urgent to put it on paper.
The babe made noises of joy
And the music echoed its tune,
At times it was repetitive
At times it sounded soft and sweet.
But soon the babe raised her voice
A repetitive mellifluous melody
Lulling the babe to sleep.
Dream little child, dream on
Would that you have pleasant dreams,
And may the Good God bless you forever.
I am going to write about control
Are you out of control?
Control can be in control
or out of control
You are out of control
when God can't even control you
You are out of control
if you don't listen to anyone
not even when it makes sense
You are out of control
when all you know is yourself
what you want
and not what others want
You are out of control
when all you want are your decisions
So when am I in control?
You are in control
when you are about to let go
and not be afraid you would lose it
when what you say means nay
but you accept it anyway
You are in control
when you let God make decisions for you
Ahh that is going to be hard
Precisely
You are not in control
Dream on
So when am I in control?
Never
Lol
Her life was not an easy one…it was filled with misfortune…heartache…and pain…but every time she’d fall…she’d pick herself up again.
She’d brush herself off…take a deep breath…then stand tall…all the while her optimism never wavered…and she never lost her smile.
I asked her one day, “How do you do it? How do you keep from feeling low? Is there a secret to your happiness…if so…I’d like to know.”
“The answer for me is simple.” She said. “Nothing too extreme…the key to my happiness has always been…my ability to dream.”
“When life hands me a disappointment…when I lose my self-esteem…when one dream fails…or has been broken…I dream another dream.”
“And when a dream has ended…good or bad…I take a moment to rejoice…or cry…then I remind myself there are as many dreams…as there are stars up in the sky.”
“Then I choose another star to dream on…and if that dream leads to scars…I look up to the heavens…and I choose another star.”
“I dream another dream.” She said. “And if another day I’m lucky enough to make it through…I stop and take a moment to count how many dreams I’ve made came true.”
Her life ended as all ours will and though I still think it unfair…remembering her words I chose not to live in my despair.
Instead I dream of the moment we will meet again…Hey! It is easier than it seems…to follow her advice…to dream another dream.
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in an old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in ours faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two wonderful weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just amazing love that I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
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April 12, 2015
Free Verse
Submitted to the contest, Romantic Poem (old/new), sponsor, Skat
Ninth Place
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013
You always seem to be one step ahead
You did it again my sweet
Next anniversary gonna say it first
So I surely won't be beat
What a dummy, gave away my plan
Forget what I said, just joking
It really doesn't matter who says it first
Such a silly game I'm promoting
Can't do it, it's more than a silly game
Can't just let it all just flow
If you damn well beat me to it next time
There's a penalty just so you know
The penalty will be 48 hugs and kisses
All fully clothed if you so wish
Prefer birthday suits but the choice is yours
You are such a delicious dish!
Dream on little fellow, the gods are saying
That day ain't soon gonna happen
Won't be administering any damn penalty
So stop your gums from a-flappin'
(grinning)
© Jack Ellison 2014
We all have a calling
We all have a gift
We all have a future
We all have a grind
We all have something
But maybe its time
It's time to let go of excuses
Let go of fear
Live out your dreams
Dont let no one stop you
Keep going
No matter what life throws you, you got keep on rolling
Your dreams
My wish is that they come true
Do what you have to do
(Repeat 1x)
Sometimes we loose focus
We get off track
Sometimes we let our dreams lack
We fulfill others dreams and others potential
And deep down inside
It messes with our mental
Keep God first ,tell him your passion
He will help you no distractions
We are driven
Driven on purpose
With your dreams
You deserve this
Your dreams
My wish is that they come true
Do what you have to do
(Repeat 1x)
Dream on
Dream big
Do what your heart desires
From when you were a kid
Dont let no one get in between
You and dreams
You can do anything
Just don't give up on your dream
Your dreams
My wish is that they come true
Do what you have to do
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
12/28/2025