Long Dreams Poems
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Aelian, you have such a strange name
It haunts me in this senseless game
While I drive with a blinding flame
You hide under layers of sublime.
Your tactics intrude my mind
But you walk a path of wind
Trails in the trees unwind
And a fire becomes your spine
Burning between your legs
As you step to the outer edge
And realize, where you are.
"...who's got your book?..."
Playing in the lattice of spacious
Are a cats most curious places
Watching as you untie laces
Matching all your cards to faces
Tapping to the keyboards clatter
Typing to be free from bother
Writing into dreams of better
Wishing on the falling of stars
Hoping, to know who you are.
Aelianus Sublimeus Tacticus
I'd like to hear...Your Full Name.
"...Hadrian, had I not run..."
"I prefer Sun Tzu myself ;o)"
I prefer Ars Amatoria,...O! are we vivid; yet? lol. X
Form:
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... "
https://youtu.be/L6svOHFSAH8
sugestões song imagine já lennon
(a collaboration with Dilly Dally, great fun, thank you)
Lost as the night wraps its ebony shades
round red lips like the petals on roses unfurled;
in the mist, the soft crimson of beckoning smiles
leave me hopeless to shun a temptation like this.
Watching eyes in the dark now hang in the air,
mouths smothered in silence, are untouched and alone
~ through the fog, mute impressions choke a voice that was mine
before sliding to sleep in a vulnerable dream...
In the air, like the scent, of a fresh blooming rose
drifts the musk, like a bee to the pollen I'm drawn,
so...in willing surrender, I contentedly fall,
though beware of the thorns and the danger they pose.
Wide awake in my dream
the night lingers ~ trapped in place,
'til I once again fall and surrender my will
~ restless dreams, tangled thoughts,
stems stinging with fears.
What sweet peril we chase
through the gardens of dreams,
drowning in tears for what might have been
left forgotten and pressed in the pages of time...
Sitting now in shawl and flannel drape
huddled ‘gainst cold truth of wafting breeze
soft touch of sun, through clouds, a welcome tease
rekindling old dreams as they re-cape
those heroes and heroines of yore
who bled the tartan plaid of battle’s field
though in defeat would never learn to yield
who held to freedom’s never ending chore
biding time, old memories to thresh,
old words to warm those recent shorn
old warriors to arm the newly born
for freedom as a dream is ever fresh
©9/8/2019
Pick A Title, Vol 9 – Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
An Autumn Woolgathering
sponsor – Edward Ibeh
Nothing like new polished shoes,
new dress, when restarting school,
up the bus in one and twos,
warm jacket, embroidered wool!
Cackle of sounds and laughter,
words without weighted wisdom,
atop a double decker,
relish of childhood freedom!
Lessons in school, miles away,
but the journey is more fun,
here is start of a school day,
open bus under warm Sun!
Hardly aged eight or nine,
but act adults on our own,
dormant hormones like red wine,
mature well with age when grown!
Little romances still abound,
amongst boys and girls in bus,
notice my heart throb around,
in pony tail and white dress!
Two rows in front to my right,
reading a book as she does,
wish could next to her alight,
to admire her pretty tress!
Bragging boys, made up tales,
to win a smile from the girls,
Shy faces with painted nails,
do at times, flash teeth like pearls!
In hours journey to school dome,
many fantasies are spun,
then dreams are ferried back home,
for the following day rerun!
Up and down familiar roads,
The bus embarks on its way,
Heavy satchels with book loads,
Slice of life, all in a day!
2nd placement
Written 04/Sept/2020
All in a dayl
Sponsor William Kekaula
For me! No money! No money! No honey!
That's all I want.Is a Playboy bunny.
A Playboy bunny, and a lot of money.
Is what I need.
A good looking gal.
With a good looking tail.
Is what I need. Indeed!
So catch me in your dreams little girl.
That's all I want, are those diamonds and pearls.
I'll try to settle down. After I paint the town.
So I'll need plenty of cash.
To make them pretty girls laugh.
They'll go! Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee! For me!
When they see, I am a walking money tree.
So catch me in your dreams little girl.
That's all I want, are those diamonds and pearls.
For Me! No money! No money! No honey!
That's all I want.Is a Playboy bunny.
So catch me in your dreams little girl..
Dream Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2015..ALL rights reserved..
If you were mine...
If you were mine…our footsteps would
dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me
symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of affection’s melodic whispers
eternal echoes would sing in harmony to your eyes,
hauntingly dark invitations to my endless destination,
soothing seductions comforting weathered longings
If you were mine…satin beaches would
eclipse tan line passions
beneath glistening waves of aquamarine salt water bliss
gently caressing the depth of our love
palm leaf shadows would weave embracing patterns
of ocean fed breezes tickling our naked forms
as sea foam fingers probe pearl smooth valleys
sunset tides would tease beneath star orchid heavens
blooming of every wished for fantasy…
lasting happily ever after upon sandcastles dreams
If you were mine…my world would
be a mosaic of delirious euphoric visions
in constant creative motion delivering sincerely
every ounce of joy your heart could desire
each sunrise would be the sweet essence of your spirit
vibrant in wonders of colorful poetic offerings
versed in accordance with your every need
happiness would begin with promises kept
as we walked along endless streams of hand held blessings,
two hearts loving as one forevermore
If you were mine…oh, if you were mine
Good night Soupers
She came tonight, a whisper soft,
As I lay reading, lost in thought.
Her warmth curled close, a phantom grace,
And time dissolved in her embrace.
The book fell silent in my hand,
Her breath was there, I swear I felt.
A tear broke free, then came the flood—
A river born of love and guilt.
Three decades gone, yet still she stays,
A shadow dancing through my days.
She left because they locked me in,
For sins I never did commit.
She couldn’t bear the bars between,
The silence stretched too far, too wide.
She chose the stars, the final flight—
And left me here to ache and write.
I never let her fade from view,
Her name still trembles on my lips.
I love her still, I always will,
Through every crack my heart equips.
Why, Baby, why? We’d still be whole,
If fate had not betrayed our soul.
But maybe love defies the grave—
And finds a way to still be brave.
So let the spectral glow remain,
A light that cuts through loss and pain.
She’s still with me, in dreams, in breath—
Love outlives even death.
An atomic sun ignites
in a flash of intense light.
And life's incinerated,
as ash turns day into night.
As a burning sky blazes,
plastic toys melt into dreams.
And reality resounds,
with echoes of children's screams.
When heaven morphs into hell,
thunder responds with a roar.
And people huddle in fright;
scared of what fate has in store.
St. Elmo's fire lights the tombs,
in the city of the dead.
And muffled moans can be heard,
amidst the anguish and dread.
A seared world turns to prayers,
as humanity cringes.
And misery enshrouds souls,
surviving at life's fringes.
Nuclear fallout raining down,
irradiates humankind.
And Winter gets set to stay,
while Summer drags far behind.
Written: June 24, 2023
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In the depths of my spirit, I found solace.
I witnessed adornments and embrace.
Garments and clothes, a world you would create,
Surrounded yourself in a realm so sedate.
I lent her weapons, a shield from the harsh reality,
A different face, a disguise for her sanity.
I saw all that touched her—her desires and dreams.
In her quest for something beyond, it seems.
In strange and thorny actions, I followed the lead.
Not knowing where they would lead us, indeed.
A spirit seemed apathetic, lost in her own mind.
However, I stayed faithful and shined
Besides her resting body, I would stay awake.
Strive to suss out why she sought to be opaque.
Her vow to alter life, to possess secret keys,
I knew she was searching for ease.
But I knew deep down, she was only seeking
Never truly finding, always peeking.
Her kindness enchanted me, and I was its captive.
Constrained by her love, I felt so adaptive.
No other soul could withstand that despair.
But I stayed by her side, showing I cared.
I existed in her soul, as a vacant palace.
Empty and abandoned, a mere space.
I was dependent on her, a shadow in her light.
But what did she luck with my colorless plight?
She wouldn't improve me; or bestow me to shine.
I was just a pawn in her grand design.
Sadly mortified, I would strain to understand,
But she would shrug her shoulders as if I were bland.
"I understand you," I would say with a sigh.
But she would brush it off, leaving me to wonder why.
In the depths of her spirit, I found solace.
But within myself, I felt a growing malice.
I knew I was just a spectator, a bystander.
Watching as she sought something grander.
Yet, I stuck by her side over wide and thin.
Her spirit held beauty and light within.
And though I may not be the one she sought,
I cherished the moments and the lessons she taught.
In the depths of her spirit, I found solace and peace.
A glimpse into a world where all troubles cease
Though I may never truly understand her quest,
I will support her and gift her my best.