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In someone else’s dream I long to be.
I yearn to permeate his heart and mind.
So when he drifts to sleep it’s me he’ll see,
and in my arms his paradise he’ll find.
We’ll meet inside a world of glowing hues
and catch a star to Venus and the moon.
As homeward bound on comet’s tail we cruise,
I’ll read his wicked thoughts and nearly swoon.
Then slowly I’ll fulfill his fantasies.
He’ll sweetly moan, and then my name he’ll call.
Inside this dream I’ll have him on his knees,
for I will be his only and his all.
But no, not he. . . it’s I who can’t resist!
And it’s in dreams of mine(not his) we’ve kissed.
For the Dream a lil Dream Contest of
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
It's been said that I'm hard to know,
the truth be told - I've become more private;
It's been said that I look angry,
I say - just see me with my daughter to get the truth;
It's been said that I'm tough on others,
I just laugh - only on the inside.
I hit some rough patches and took a beating,
but my heart was always protected;
my eyes may be red at times,
not from drinking, but from private crying;
some see it as weak,
but strength comes from within - not out.
I have much to carry,
I have more to give;
I have much to teach,
I have more to learn;
I have much to share,
I have much, much more to love.
For "Getting to know you" contest sponsored by Tracie Edwards.
A gentle soul was our friend Rick,
Who never had a bone to pick
With anyone or anything,
His kindness worth admiring.
He loved the ocean and the bay
And fishing really made his day.
The time he spent on LBI
Imbued him with a natural high.
Both Brett and Evan knew they had
An extra-special loving dad
Who took great pride in all they’d do
(Which lately, too, included Woo).
Rick lived a most contented life
With Tracie, his devoted wife.
As high school sweethearts ‘til the end,
He knew on her he could depend.
Our get-togethers, through the years,
Were spent imbibing lots of beers
And sharing meals to help us rally
After every bowling alley.
How we’ll miss our loyal friend!
It’s hard for us to comprehend
That we’ll no longer see his face
Or get to feel his warm embrace.
But in our hearts, where mem’ries thrive,
Dear Rick is very much alive.
He’s smiling in the salty air
Of LBI – I see him there.
We've all wounds without and within
thinking we know how to heal
but wounds are not always what they seem
for on the surface nothing you can feel
Look intently right in so deep
take a knife scrape right away
clear out whatever hides the source
then the wound's clear, no more clay
Some of our wounds need real-time
whatever their pain patiently wait
they've their own way of working
by turning the key you've opened the gate
These wounds come with a plan
sent down to teach us a lesson
each of us different ones to learn
but it's all part of a greater blessing
Some feel only the pain
blind to anything good
inward thoughts engulf them
learning bare firmly nude
I've written this based on the quotation by Tracie Peterson (1959- present) Christian fiction writer.
"We're all dealing with the wounds we've been given. Some folks just don't know how to let the wounds heal."
friendship - ((CONTEST))
**Jun Jun Villanueva**
Friendship~ salient lyrical canzonet of life's vast immeasurable experiences
an intermezzo in an interminable tedious dulcet musical theater
a masterpiece fabricated through hearts' harmonic jibe
excogitate from comradeship's bond and pinky promise
"HYMN" my heart and soul still warbling in oxymoronic spirit.
**Poet Destroyer**
Friendship- stood like a b-sharp note, the best jubilant occasion
My ears a funnel of tease~ something big in the air, waves off your shoulder.
Repetition and codas beyond the ripples of my reflections~ I see you my friend.
Ready to sing and examine the warmth of immeasurable experience.
The ripples you compose inside me, are like the last octaves parrying symbols.
** Tracie Edwards ~ contest **
as fog comes creeping
a wind screams through the graveyard. . .
the night frightened white
leaves on ground scatter
around unremembered graves. . .
the shivering trees
high above the mist
and cemetery tombstones. . .
moon hides its fullness
digging at one grave
the coffin in fresh deep ground. . .
a large grey creature
yellow eyes of owls
watch from an oak’s gnarled limbs. . .
the wolf strangely howls
night turns into dawn
As the cold fog rolls away. . .
A secret revealed
atop his wife’s grave
lies a weeping naked man. . .
his nails caked with dirt
For the Spooky 'Ku Contest
of : Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
When I think of you, a night sky,
Etching bold scribbles in July
That trickle and rap on my window
A bluish-white Craig of sea,
That beckoned my eyes to feel the dew
And in your river's wide flow,
New friendship ambles and rides a halo.
Searching the essence in moon’s follies
Amidst a current of reasons,
You become a fluid stallion.
When I think of you, I recall
First coming to the Soup last fall
And befriending your every turn
An inspiration from a walk to a waltz,
Then dance and soar, and sing
As you flew on iridescent wings.
Then, with a brush of gypsy- Nette’s pen;
Landing on the highest branch,
Against the dark of a night sky
You become a sapphire butterfly.
For Tracie Edwards' When I Think of You Contest
Collab of nette onclaud and Craig Cornish
In dreadful hours of tatterred spires and bones ,
The same ballroom rhapsody is calling me
Where he and I grasped serendipity as lovesick travelers
Above and around the pewter of an endless sea.
Walking along the deck to breathe the mist of stars
Our twin-like aspirations drew so many familiar sides ,
Where unchained secrets roamed with the floating liner
Above and around charmed flaps of Atlantic’s rides.
Then, a glacier blast tugged my drowsy body in Carpathia
Recalling how he kissed the moon upon my hand,
I heard him shout,” be brave ; we will meet again”;
Above and beyond flotsams of bloodied bags of sand
Glimpses of pounding floors rile, a scene set in darkness
Where howling fingers of voyagers devoured the gloom,
As he raced against the acrid swell of mid-April’s breath
Above and below, an awful sound of ocean's deep tomb
Within the heart of me, I pray he is alive and safe
For what we shared in contours of nights shall always be,
A longing so timeless ; I wait in hope like a stray ocean crest
Above and down, and up the planks of uncertain destiny
©
* Carpathia ---the ship which responded
to Titanic's emergency calls
Tracie Edwards’ My Heart Will Go On and On
By nette onclaud
N__Native of Europe, North Africa, Asia
A__Amaryllis is its family name
R__Rich is this plant in scent like fantasia
C__Common name in English, Daffodil; your fame
I__ In history, Narcissus died from starvation
S__Sitting close to water fasinated by his own reflection.
S__Sitting close to White Jonquil soaking in its beauty
U__ Under a full moon now with my love's affection
S__Soaking in Narcissus' scent, my great birthday!
Sponsor: Tracie~*~Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest: ~Flowers or Stones~
When coping from my notes,
I left out a line..Thanks Robert
for pointing out my mistake..
Sorry Tracie for the corrections.
They formed a posse and it was loaded
Three experienced at tracking
And their guide
He was a one-legged kangaroo
No one dared to waltz with him
Even Matilda kept clear
The heat was unbearable
Australia
And no one liked bank robbers
Crossing upstream the three rode through rapids
One horse was bitten by a bee
It startled him and reared
Throwing the third rider into the rapids
One scream and carried downstream
The other two rode the banks and the rapid
And their one legged kangaroo hopped
One hop forward but always angles
They came to a suddenly quiet pool
They saw a hat that was clear
The horse whinnied and a single tear
The kangaroo was exhausted and thought of a new line of work
His master lay face down and floated
The three horses gazed at the floater
And the two men followed their lead
And what about the bank robbers
They had a pint
A Lil' Bit of Aus... Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver