Long Dreamer Poems
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On the beach board
I watch life ... and my
life goes by ... I seek ...
what I don't know ...!
Comes the tired athlete,
training for life ...
running lucky that
insists not to arrive ... like this
like me...
Right behind a brunette
wiggle face ... scales
the chairs ... bag
aside to swing
how she ... warms me
the eyes I peer with
desire ...
Ah! look what a charm ...
the dreamer sculptor carved
a couple making love
without making real love ...
Ah! a splendid mermaid
carved in the sand ...
how impressive to enchant us ...
oh! but here comes the sea ...
luck, the wave has not come ...
I keep peeking
attentive, interested ...
A bike alone
conducts itself ... possible ..?
what an invention this is!
Two sneakers shoes
in syndrome
jumping off
obstacles without
lose pace ...
surprising disease ...!
6 synchronized legs,
perform slight waltz ...
A juggler footballer
uses the ball as juggling
and plays with my
head...
Looking down
I notice two legs,
shapely,
two well dressed feet
an elegant floor ...
will be...? will be who I hope ...!?
Ah! but I discern now
2 strong legs walking,
2 feet decided walking ..
suddenly come together, kiss ...
Oh! It's a pity that
I'm not the one who makes the scene ...
I close my face ... abandonment
the post ... I am gone ...
I'm leaving ... I'll swilling
down... again I will
be drunk...
loneliness devours me ...!
Word Analytics
“You may say that I’m a dreamer”,
With bold presumption in my youth
Beyond school age, but hardly saged
Turned loose, we hoped to use our wits to change the world…
And thought we would…and thought we could…
We declared to fight, what seemed so right
Those days as we leaned so hard against the wind
The plight of man’s predicament on earth, we mused
The breeze just caught our spouted words
And tossed them where it would
We feared our crystal world would splinter
Would shatter without our spin...
"Never knowing who to cling to, when the rain set in”
But that was then…
So naively in such innocence
Thinking we could see a world at peace
Hoping to make our dreams come alive
From thoughts we shaped on winsome days
Imagining, ….if you please
"It doesn't have to be that way!"
And now with logic’s eyes, I do remember
How changeless is a planet
Glimmering in search of answers
And still not wringing answers from the slightest sound
And words we spoke, with vigorous shape
Our hopes expressed, still looks for guidance…
Are uttered yet, by other voices…
“My words like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed in the wells of silence”
Lyrics From John Lennon “Beatles”
Elton John
Jim Croce’
Simon and Garfunkle
For Chris Matt's ---'Contest Favorite Songs and Lyrics'
A story man will run out of stories.
He's deprived of oxygen
a lusterless butterfly
chained to straight paths
the deadest of ends in sight
a fading dreamer in a burnt-out lullaby.
Funny thing about a story man...
Although he always has the belief
that another story
Nestled deep in the throat
of a mountain top crag
You just had to dig it out.
He moves on down the dirt road
(at periwinkle pace).
Conversing with dusty birds begging for neon crumbs.
Then out of the deepest kind of blue
the puncture wound in his balding tire
turns into an angel of fire.
No longer oxygen-deprived.
Out of chrysalis bondage.
Following the path of hieroglyphs
chanting
"Be grateful- pay attention
this could be your last
story
man".
On waking from sleep, no dream forms remain,
since they were but a mental projection,
so the cause of bondage is our thought chain,
caused by ego, deserving rejection.
Self is the substratum of existence,
so with focus fixed on this truth alone,
resting thoughts caused by ego’s insistence,
breath by breath our consciousness we so hone.
Dissolving all opposites in the heart,
befriending silence, invoking God’s grace,
recognising that no soul stands apart,
our steps towards truth, we slowly retrace.
As the dreamer wherefrom all worlds arose,
we’re the light of Self, in blissful repose.
Within the creeping shadows,
do you think you can find me?
Before chaos implodes my soul ~
I’m lost amongst childhood
memories, pounded to ash and dust,
clouding my sight,
as silence stifles my screams.
Whilst rivulets of water collect
around cracked soles,
cold liquid rushes
with each word left unsaid,
rising as foreboding
talons scrape against the ballast
stones of despair.
Spiritual hunger gnaws at my insides,
pain filling a closing throat.
O Helios Flare,
burning the crystalline odyssey,
sailing through sinister sapphires ~
I let my muse
spill cues of clemency,
allowing the salt of stillness
to kiss the bronze bones
beneath my quivering skin.
As I taste the f e a r s ,
the trembling turmeric
of the sun I once loved ~
soaked in
t e a r s of the dragon,
for you and for me.
Yet will the green-eyed gales
ever know, ever feel,
the truth I have traced?
The caged nightmare
that bound my gossamer,
leaf-like wings,
taming me to a gruesome game
of bleeding blame and bruises,
as though I were fated
by the blaze of kismet ~
to be the chained dreamer,
drowning in darkness,
choking on unspoken sorrow,
suffocating on splitting stars,
oblivious to the opalescent
shimmers of moonlight
singing within these vain veins…
So tonight, in muted midnight,
I write ~ and I weave ~
swaying to sulfur-laced,
gustless breezes,
all whilst the choir of dead dreams
serenades abounded hopes,
departed in fractured equilibrium.
No longer able to stay
afloat amongst raging riptides
of repressed trauma, I plummet
into the seas of tranquility,
hoping to emerge
b a p t i z e d by the
empathetic estuaries
flowing through heavens...
There is no dream
I haven't dreamt
throughout my life every theme
found a moment to be spent.
Just a dreamer they always said
looked away in their dismay
believing only foolish dreams in my head
but still each found a place each day,
A scientist, teacher, writer, daughter, sister, friend
first to go to college
waylaid by reality now and again
but succeeded in accumulating knowledge.
Retired now, ready to relax and recall decades of living
each achieved in the years now passed
and the images of wonder find thanksgiving
in the heart of every soul in which the dreams are cast.
for Silent One's contest
I dreamed a dream
2/16/19
Sacrifice bliss
For a momentary kiss
It's the point you miss
Your memory fades
And feelings recede from my fingertips
Blessed light, blessed night
The passion burnt out
There is precision in a nightmare
But not for you, not for you
They call me an empty dreamer
Because I can't catch a firefly
Don't you dare look away from me
Sacrifice bliss
For a momentary kiss
It's the point you miss
You cleverly smirk
And righteousness dies in my heart
Blessed me, blessed she
A perfunctory performance
There is indecision in passion
But not for me, not for me
They call me an empty lover
Because I can't catch your heart
Please don't look away from me
Sacrifice bliss
For a momentary kiss
It's the point you miss
Your love was once held hallow
But now I see your love
Was simply hollow
Simply hollow, simply hollow
You always did look away from me
Sacrifice bliss
For a momentary kiss
It's the point you miss
You never really saw me to begin with
I prefer to live
lost in mine
dreams,
than live this
cruel reality and
fatalistic world ...
I prefer this life
idealized and true,
than the farce we live in:
half truths,
wrap,
and addiction ...
I always prefer
hear silent
stars
than this shrill,
malicious music
that offers us
as a feast ...
I prefer the reverie
healthy poetry,
than the rules don't
fulfilled from
social hypocrisy ...
I prefer to sow
grains of tenderness
and be natural,
than participate
harvest
this singular
progress...
I prefer the bark of
street dogs,
the meows of cats
on the roof, than
dissenting voices
of the lords of
derision and
misery...
I prefer to dream
and continue living
being platonic
and utopian ...
knowing how
i realize ...
'I am not the only one... "
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"I that dares the purple sunlight to ease my soul
splinter and enter this old, discontented heart
all the mistakes, little sins that takes heavy toll
worrisome the most was the quite unsteady start"
by Robert Lindley
In 1973, Robert Lindley wrote 'A Whisper Floating on Evening Winds'
This verse among many, stood out to me as a way of describing the
humble nature of the friend, poet, and gentleman that he is.
"I am a mere shadow of Nature's awe
Merest ghost of flesh, of all that I saw
A whisper floating on evening winds
A dreamer, with hope of what life portends"
Robert's level of humility is beyond reproach
and in writing this I hope I do not encroach
upon his privacy in any manner or form...
Robert, you are missed and I mean no harm.
I miss your brilliant poetry with long titles,
your many blogs that you thought were vital
your gracious invitations to collaborate with you,
and your attitude in life that gets you through.
I write these words to Robert and to poets,
hoping he will read this and know it's
been too long since we've read his poetic lines
a feast for poets, upon which many of us dine.
Ill health has kept you away from us far too long
and I pray, dear Robert that nothing more is wrong
that keeps you away from holding pen in hand.
Your absence is felt like a beach without its sand.
Long time sensitive poet, Robert filled many PS pages
sharing with us what he loved or sent him into rages.
Writings from his younger years to which he held fast...
tell us of the man worthy of being among the PS cast.
Please know that you're quite often in my thoughts
and I'm sure your poetry lives in many other hearts.
I wish that one day soon, I will be happily surprised
to be reading a new Robert Lindley with my own eyes.
The sun is shining bright
A glorious beacon to light my way
It's time to set off
I won't need a plane
No bags, no luggage
Just me and my radiant heart
A journey into the unknown
It's like a gateway
To the age of exploration
From palm trees to the Alps
I'll climb, I'll swim, and I'll sing
On this stage I'm the main attraction
And when the sun finally sets
I'll find a nice tree to sit beneath
To stare up at the stars
The sky is my blanket
And the moon is my pillow
I'm a dreamer but not the only one
When I awake the sky is overcast
With mice dancing on the clouds
Until rain begins to fall
In jubilation I'll dance as well
Until all the forest critters join in
And the rainbow appears
With a cry of glee I'll climb that rainbow
And slide all the way down the other side
But there is no pot of gold
The pot of gold exists in our hearts
So I put gold in other people's hearts
Knowing it'll eventually come back to mine
And as my adventure winds down
I'll listen to the wisdom of the ancient trees
Sitting beneath their leaves awhile
The sun is shining bright
A glorious beacon to light my way
Back home