Long Dreamland Poems

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Premium Member Simple Pleasures

To wake up in the morning feeling glad
because I have no worries in my head;
This is a simple pleasure in itself
which makes it easier to leave my bed!

To see my morning emails; then to get
to work with time to spare makes me feel great.
I love when things run smoothly, like when at
each traffic light I do not have to wait!

To have a good time teaching and to feel
my students’ gratitude or hear one say
he’s happy with the lesson. This alone
is something that can really make my day.

To head home knowing half a day awaits.
I’ll be with hubbie and my dog and cat.
I make a lovely dinner and relax.
A peaceful home! There’s nothing that beats that.

I love my simple pleasures when I read,
watch television, chat with friends or write.
And when my eyelids close, I cozily
curl up in bed for Dreamland, my delight!!

Written Jan. 21, 2016
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member A Horse a bit Hoasre, Off Course, of Course

*P - Pegasus
O - Other horses

Pegasus, 
the winged horse
Olympus
flew off course
Stallion
horse that's male
land in
a grassy dale
horses
came up to him
sources
to say his name

P - Pegasus.
forwards a pony
addresses
O - Sounds Greek to me.
P - It should be,
P - I am from Greece,
P - by the Aegean Sea.

now all at peace.
P - But before I go home,
P - I go to La La Land,
P - then on to Rome.

O - That land is a dreamland,
O - but wait, you no go back,
O - you go to that place?

P - All roads lead home, no offtrack.
O - But, La La, Dream, it's out in space.
P - It's okay, I got wings.

O - Okay, take the second star to the right, ...

P - No attached strings?
O - No you'll be alright.

O - And then, straight on till morning ...
Form: Rhyme

seasons speak

[Poet’s Note : the fourth verse of this cinquain was written for ‘Scents of Autumn’ contest sponsored by JCB Brul, already posted on this pg.]
________________________________________
 
 shiver
woollen scarf black
earth in cold dreamland sleeps
brooding we strengthen barriers
wild winds 



awake !
yolk bursts a beak
faint gardenia sweet
freshly cut grass, lips open wide
buds sleek



bright blue
cool linen new
litchi ice-cream dripping down throat 
sun laughs loud
hot lot



mellow
maturation 
cinnamon floats woody
musky flesh loamy depths spice-wise
mushrooms 



cycles
forever turn
seasons speak singularly 
winter spring summer autumn rings
bring zings
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member A Storybook Princess

~ A Storybook Princess ~ 

She dreams of princes, princesses and balls 
   A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall
O, the frilly lace gowns she fashions  
   Stitched with threads of heartfelt passion

     A little girl in dreamland enthralled

Daylight's full of pain, tests and probes
   From her lower spine to her temporal lobe
Hair shorn, she bears it all with infinite patience
   As they wheel her from station to station

For at night she's a storybook princess
   No matter that in daylight she winces
Asleep, her bed's her castle, wedding-bell topped
   Where dreams last forever, never stop



    Entered in 'All Yours (Feb. '21) Contest
              Sponsor: Brian Strand
Form: Rhyme

Slumber's Sweet Embrace

Beside the one you love, you lay your head
A haven of peace, where hearts are wed
The world outside fades, as darkness falls
Together you sleep, through life's joyful calls

Research whispers secrets, of a love so true
Sleeping together, reduces depression's hue
A longer life unfolds, like a blooming flower
As love's warm touch, calms each passing hour

Drift off to dreamland, with a peaceful sigh
Falling asleep faster, with love by your side
The world may be chaotic, but in this quiet space
Love's gentle embrace, brings a smile to your face

So cherish these moments, of slumber deep
With the one you love, in a peaceful sleep
For in each other's arms, you'll find a love so strong
A bond that lasts, all life long.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Monster Under My Bed Collab Final

I’m alone and scared lying in my bed 
with a cold wet sweat running down my head 
In heart-pounding fear I will soon be fed
To a big hairy creature of my dread 

A green ugly monster with long sharp claws 
Yellow, spotted teeth and powerful jaws
a long, pointed tail and twelve massive paws
Who takes away children that break Mom’s laws

Then Mom comes in with a tuck and a kiss
Switches on the night lamp and fears dismiss
I peek 'neath the bed and find to my bliss
No monster lurks around, nothing's amiss

Now I can go to sleep, all fears allayed
Towards dreamland, I soar, no more dismayed
But I know this giant will not be swayed
And come back if I ever disobeyed. 

Form: Rhyme (10 syllables) 
27.03.2023

Darrell Rose and Joanna Daniel
Form: Rhyme

Temporal Incarnation of Aphrodite Act One

Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee 
   to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding 
   from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
 
   now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy 
   canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later, 

   a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
   homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
   doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
 
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh 
   especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress 
   sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones

triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
 
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
 
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
   as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
    atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
   taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
 
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril 
   that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
   from being buck-naked bare.

Premium Member Rose and Twinkle Toes

A long, long time ago (it seemed anyway)
Rose
and her cat Twinkle Toes were     dreaming
it was a wonderful fairy tale dream of a lovely house.

The house was painted  a lovely shade of sky blue;
(inside too)     and rested on top of a high cliff
and a huge flower garden grew
and a fairy twinkling girl lived there too.

Rose and Twinkle Toes played all day long running
and jumping  with the fairy 
until it seemed to Rose      that
they
had been in this dream
for     a very       very long time,
although a diet of jelly beans was delightful
and they loved the little fairy.

Rose and Twinkle Toes really did long for home
and sleeping in their little attic room
under a pink blanket     till morning
and a new day ... (Oh Twinkle Toes I miss home !  Don't you?)

But here in dreamland
every day is beautiful and sunny 
with never a cloud ever    so
Rose decided to go on a journey (to find home)
and with Twinkle Toes following they left
the pretty house on the cliff and the
garden and fairy     far behind.

They met many strange and odd creatures
that said hello
and the scenery was amazing     yet
there is no place like home
(as Dorothy would say).

Then a south wind sent them in a twirl.

It blew away the blue house     the garden 
(and maybe the fairy)  Rose and Twinkle Toes, 
were  tumbling    and pages of books flew by   and books
and Rose held Twinkle Toes to her heart.

Then, Rose found herself in her attic    room
and Twinkle Toes was sleeping    on the bed      
Rose whispered . . . 
Twinkle be careful what you wish for!

__________________________
February 11,  2017

Poetry/Narrative/Rose and Twinkle Toes
Copyright Protected, ID 17-874-323-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym. 

For the contest, Fairy Tale For Children
Sponsor, Eve Roper

Third  Place
Form: Narrative

Manic Depressive

Manic depressive

3 cups of coffee to keep me awake, astray the train of my thoughts.... Far away, have it your way.
Blue the state of my emotions, like a blue baby please medicate me into a state of meditation.

2 packs of Marlboro to ease the pain, refrain from shame and maybe yes today l feel less insane, though the voices in my head mute, their echoes still vibrate.

1 Heineken into the twilight, l feel so alive, nostalgia as the Phill Collins record spins over and over again like the euphoric state l am in right now, the manifestation of trance music and the mellifluous touch of ecstacy, this is paradise... Nimbus please take me home.

One too many pills, moist the state of my heart, cloudy yawn as lethargy takes over my body, slowly drowsing my stamina...
Dreamland, the irksome journey begins again.

Premium Member How Can You Write Every Day

But how can you write every day?
Asks one who lets words get away.
Ideas should not come that fast.
To someone with such a long past.

She means I’m old, I know it too.
Won’t tell her now, but will tell you
Read others work and write down words
That make you feel sad or absurd

Open a dictionary each day
I guarantee that right away
A word will pop up and then poem
About wind chimes, gargoyles, or yellow gnome.

Pretty soon you’ll write lists you see
Words that prance as you watch TV
Your subconscious mind never stops working
In each corner ideas are lurking

Poems of fairies, dragons, lions and such
Are being formed in your dreamland clutch
You are sleeping but your creative mind
Bats around ideas – fantastical and fine.

How can I write every day?
How could I not? I want to say.
Make a list of words and go to town.
There are poems swirling all around.
Form: Rhyme

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