Long Stuff that dreams are made of Poems

“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

Found us abed thee twelfth day
of December, cuz yours truly 
still felt dehydration, physical 
fatigue and soreness,
which possibly linkedin
to using stationary bicycle.

Our bed (mine and...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

(joining "Wynken, Blynken and Nod"
at figurative drop of hat
even if yours truly immediately
woke from his slumbers).

When zapped of energy the sandman doth knock
no matter readout...

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I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up...

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As I was walking on the beach one day, with my dear friend in mind,
a shiny sparkling stone was there, for me to see and find..
Picking up this omen, to me was surely a must,...

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Versus me 
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring 
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another 
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish painting)
while skirt chasing
and playfully tackling,
a gamesome gamine with verve
mercilessly coquettish...

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Upon our stage we romp and rage
in Goldilocks’s golden cage
amongst colossal cosmic crowd
with spark of liveliness endowed
of pomp and circumstantial fate,
whose worth we underestimate,

in constant discontentment caught
‘and sicklied o’er in cast of thought
so enterprises turn...

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MIRAGE

Life is such stuff as dreams are made of.
Living the Oliver Twist is never enough
And will forever play the gluttony
Even in the midst of it tempest or harmony
It will always tower above the cloud-capped towers,
Under...

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A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce more things in heaven, earth
than are dreamt of in your...

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A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image...

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A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image...

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Brexit Sonnet No.27
‘For Article 50’
 

Our Will; Methinks he would’st protesteth much!
Brexit marks our discontented winter.
By the pricking of our thumbs, We are such
Stuff as dreams are made of, soon to splinter?
But our eternal summer...

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Lost in the stuff that dreams are made of
Floating on tails of whales
Tasting the sunrise without approbation
Sleeping in crumpled up sails
Losing my voice in the heat of a song
Lighting the stars with my candle
Piercing the...

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Faith has a way to show you how,
Intent can free the force within;
Nurture fond say right here and now,
Explore and be the face unseen.
Hurl your fears fast and be grand good,
Use cheer to fund the...

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In Hamlet’s famed soliloquy,
“To be or” (maybe) “not to be,”
He questions life – is taking breath
A better deal than choosing death?

Another quote, among a slew,
Is this: “To thine own self be true,”
A brilliant and perceptive...

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The narwhal, so some people say,
Is the unicorn of the ocean,
And when he does what narwhals do,
He's poetry in motion.
His "tooth", an ivory swordlike tusk,
Is unique and rather spiffy,
Although it has a tendency
To make his...

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