Long Fantasies Poems
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From the moon falls a beam of light
Silhouettes can dance on through the night
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Soft whispers breathe fresh insights through starlight
Visions pierce the nocturnal
Exposing sweet passions
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Ghostly images float across the sky
Creating a atmosphere of euphoria
Where once there lived only the thought
Now lives the joy of dazzling inspiration
Coloring the heart with hues of crimson
Exciting the cloudless blackness with
Fantasies that stimulate the imagination
From this place comes the hope of giving
Back to the world, a beautiful whisper
Of grace that glows through the heavens
Illuminating the darkness, enlightening
The spirit with serenity that shines
Like the stars and moon, with a sense
Of freedom and fulfillment, eternally
Gleaming with wonder and pleasure
Assurance that this glory goes on forever
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nocturnal blessings
flow across the evening skies...
lighting up shadows
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September 9, 2020
A Holly Day in May
the building is eerily empty today, everybody
has gone to the beach, even those in wheelchairs
I sit on the verandah in the hope of tanning
my scalp looks so white in the bathroom mirror
I used to sit in the sun and get a deep tan
which gave me skin cancer
Do the Gaza people sit in the sun away from their
tents, now bombed, because Gaza has nice
beaches and turquoise water.
The Israel monster regime keeps killing Palestinians
daily, 60 here and 40 there
It has been noticed, that more Jews are leaving
Israel, then newcomers to this Paradise of evil
I went to the pharmacy yesterday and wanted to buy
a self-tanning product, the person who served me
came from Congo, shamefully, I lost my nerves
and bought aspirins.
My wife, born in Kinshasa, said I was a racist
Once, when she was a stewardess, she met
the fabled Roger Moore, I say no more but has
a nice-looking daughter
I read Joe Biden talking about ********, maybe
he wished for one
We all have sexual fantasies, a curse for old men
I’m hopping out of bed,
Hoping you would save me from my fleeting fantasies
You are permanently in my mind…
Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you eye to eye in my dreams
And I stare at you and wish I had a flawless life…
You are the waves of the sea
You are the diamonds in the cave
Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
We’ll have to see each other again in reality
I’m going insane…I touch the fabrics of your imagination
You are the mountains, staring me down like a hawk
I trace a shooting star in the starlit sky…
Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you some time in my dreams
Reach out to the sun’s flames
Be my guide and lead me to a better pathway
You are the sorrowful rain
Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you somewhere in my dreams
Your rain trickles down from bitter clouds
Lighten up and be carefree;
Don’t paralyze me with your lightning fury
Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you face to face in my dreams
You might as well be suffocating me with your beauty
Someone unchain me from living this lie
Your love projects peace in mind
Everything’s out of my reach…
Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind
I’ll have a chance to meet you, even if you are a nightmare
In the middle of the universe, I stand
My mind seeking comprehension
The mysteries of life tantalize my tenacious grip on wisdom
I stand
Observing omnipotent organization
The universe expands as I stand in wonder
What does it all mean?
Infinite answers press against my finite mind
Clamoring for recognition
I stand: dazed, amazed, crazed
By all I don’t know and can never fathom
Until there is light
And the light dawns
And the meaning of the universe unravels
Your celestial body orbits mine
Time after time
Your gravitational force defies logic
Refusing to stay in the paths ordained
The laws of nature are flaunted
and...we collide
My head is crowned with your constellation kisses
I travel in the nebula of your dreams and fantasies
As you dip into my body the Milky whiteness of your WAY
The universe explodes in the starry heavens of your eyes
Meteorite words of ecstasy
Streak across my sky of consciousness
Blazing...
Time becomes a non-entity
The mystery of love overshadows the mystery of life
And now I see…
The beginning and end of all creation
The sum total of my existence
Of life
Of the universe
Of...EVERYTHING
Is here
It’s eternal
In the middle of the universe, I stand
I understand
The universe is LOVE
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February 5, 2015
The night lays down like a black silk mantle, embracing the sleeping city,
I search in its deep silence for your warmth, a living flame lost in the cold wind,
In these long winter nights when my thoughts are stray birds,
Only you can catch and chase them away with your gentleness, a warm spring breeze.
You are far away, a continent of longing between us, and my bed is an ice desert,
Stretched under the dim sky, I wait for the dream to bring you, a gentle wave on my shore,
To speak to me of how you love my broken heart, a stained glass in the moonlight,
My scars are shifting dunes, old stories told by the eternal sand.
Come whisper sweet words to me, spring rains on thirsty fields,
To lift me above the clouds of everyday life, a bird in flight toward the sun,
To float on the waves of my fantasies, an endless ocean without edges,
Where only we exist, dancers under the starry sky of endless dreams.
In that world of dreams, I call you to come and bring me solace,
Where our hearts are a silent symphony, a river flowing without stopping,
To synchronize our heartbeats, two old clocks ticking in unison,
There, in the dream, our love lives, an eternal fire under the silver moon.
His soft whisperings melt me like butter,
His sensual touches trigger heart flutter.
His galvanized gaze sends shock through my core,
His puissant presence pours in every pore.
His youthful gait makes me run after him,
His six pack begs to elope at a whim.
His sardonic wit sets me to snicker,
His flamboyant car turns on my flicker.
His baritone banter - pure caress,
His fatal attraction's hard to suppress.
His coy discretion is high on my list,
His subtle advances - hard to resist.
If dreams came true I would not ask for more -
He is everything I ever wished for!
Some fantasies are as real as they seem -
I have been happily married! To him!
January 25, 2023
Ms. Brenda Brawling borrowed nothing,
but begged life to bestow her something.
Blistered blue when life barely listened,
she began buying bargain fiction.
By and by, she believed she’d become a book ink fly.
Her heart bade she give her own fantasies a book try.
Brenda bathed blank sheets in beaut romance
billowing with bawdy circumstance.
Brenda bloomed when her pen beget one man’s behavior;
the book’s brawny, bold boatman became her heart’s savior.
Brenda’s book was bought in big, boxed bundles,
so she boasted bling, but felt befuddled.
Daytime, bedtime, both brought baleful feel
born from thoughts baring boatman’s appeal.
Brenda balked, but she well failed to block boatman’s stalk
who wormed her sanity thru fiction’s crosswalk.
Obeying her pen, she beheld him in blissed fantasy blocks.
Now, Brenda’s berserk pen bends her daily at bleak o’clock.
Warrior princess the weaver of words.
She wields the septre of the night.
Commands the heavens and the birds.
Watch her face bathed in moonlight.
He has no will power to resist her charms.
She wields the septre of the night.
A strong man like a baby in her arms.
She writes each move that he makes.
He has no willpower to resist her charms.
He knows he has made his mistakes.
Why did he walk through Fantasies door?
She writes each move that he makes.
He bows before her head on the floor.
"forgive me for invading your dreams"
Why did he walk through fantasies door?
All the power is not hers it seems.
Warrior princess the weaver of words.
"forgive me for invading your dreams"
He commands the heavens she is the bird!
Eileen wrote a poem about a man invading her dreams
I wrote this one for her, the stranger flips the tables.
I hope you enjoy Eileen!
On your Birthday Eileen I thought I would repost the poem I wrote for you.
The cold feet of winter step slowly
past December’s green leaves and red berries
hung from window sills and door jams.
Brightly wrapped in silver shooting stars
tied tight with ribbons of challis and satin bows,
hope of tomorrow lies shining beneath sparkling
scenes of jolly smiling fantasies.
Past remembrance of happier times,
dreams lie untouched,
packaged in soft tissue and gentle smiles
against the breathy whispers of shortened days
and the dark of evening reverie.
Laughing fragrance of cinnamon, tickles
past iced fingers on frozen window panes
as the cider is heated, only to be left chilling,
untouched, beside sweet wishes in sentimental ink,
filled with ephemeral thoughts of fictitious emotions
marking the passing of another day,
as if transcending all others, that like it, passes, sunrise to sunset,
one turn of the earth, special only because it falls at this time of year.
A gentle brush of the hand against
the worn wood of a varnished life
sends a sparkle of glitter spilling from the torn seal,
cascading unnoticed to the cold floor.
Silence permeates the walls of this brightly adorned space.
Only the low volume of distant voices,
murmured from the flickering screen that sits alone
atop the meticulously cleaned table in the corner,
breaks the crystal glaze and thaws the solitude.
In each object on each table is revealed the joy that could be,
the remembered smiles, the bright brown and blue glints of
excited anticipation that fill the frames,
and used to fill this room.
Time now broken, hands of the clock frozen,
I stare at the brightly glowing, twinkling lights,
as my liquid sorrow fills my unfocused eyes
and I soundlessly whisper a lonely, Merry Christmas.
12/06/17
Morning sun floods the room
Pouring over walls in charming patterns
Light flickers and shimmers, throwing
Soft, velvet shadows onto the floor
Where there are fantasies falling
Metaphors so wise and alive
Copying the silence and sharing hope
Through similes, mirages lingering
Stories told through phantasms
Visions flowing on the air in rays
Where light throws a gentle praise
For His glorious ways, His day
Colored in musical prayers, psalms
Beckoning on the walls, the ceiling, the floor
Where all these shapes are outlines
Repetitions of the heart who glows
On the light of a sunshine thought
Breathing splendor into the air
Painting silence in hues of kindness
Enlightening, inviting, exciting
Shadows so alive they delight a caress
Lingering on the breathtaking grace
That streams in through the window
Creating charming patterns of compassion
Charming Patterns Poetry Contest
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September 26, 2021