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A dream is a wish your heart makes
when you’re fast asleep,
but what about when you’re wide awake?
Do we still have the power to create
our own destiny and fate?
I used to wish on stars for my dreams to come true,
but they always seemed out of reach;
just a twinkle in the sky,
a reminder of all I couldn’t achieve.
But then I realized that wishes are just words,
floating aimlessly in the night;
it’s our actions that make our dreams come true,
our choices that guide us towards the light.
So now I dream with my eyes open,
my heart beating loud and strong;
I chase after my wishes with determination
and hold on tight when things go wrong.
Because a dream is more than just a wish –
it’s a fire burning inside, a passion and desire;
and when we let it lead us, guide us, inspire us,
we’ll find ourselves soaring higher and higher.
So don’t just close your eyes and make a wish –
open your heart, awaken your soul;
let your dreams be more than just words –
let them be the flames that make you whole.
It's Hard
By Franklin Price
01/30/2022
It's hard for me to sleep at night
I'm wide awake. It's only three
Beside me there's an empty bed
You're not there, it's only me
Your heart still beats within mine
And I have you deep inside
Though you're looking down from Heaven
We still continue on life's ride
You're with me everywhere I go
Through my eyes, your eyes still see
Through my touch you feel what I feel
Your ears still listening with me
You smell and taste the coffee
As it's steaming in my face
You will always be here with me
In my heart, with God's good grace.
If I could do it all again
I would do it, you can bet
We'll still have great times together
For it isn't over yet
NIGHTINGALE'S SOUL LIGHTS
Plain spotless uniform so pure and white
Modest neat gear rendering tender loving fight
Day, night 'till wee hours, eyes a must wide awake
Extending a hand, shaking off all aches
Tiptoeing like a sly in and out of rooms
Dim ~ quiet same as white garden tombs
Grace under pressure upon first newborn's cry
Wiping tears from a gentle old man's dying eye
Evenings so dark and mornings so bright
Everyday a nurse sees life kaleidoscope lights
Despite some voice rudeness to foul remarks
Kindness,her soul's sweet perfume, larks
A nurse appears unfeeling firm when mankind bleeds
Within her are hidden soft golden beauty deeds
(c)
11:47pm
July 06, 2014
Wintry days were turning mild.
After the harsh stormy days.
Still not a sound could be heard
Except the hammering of posts
As I prepared the bird feeders.
Surely it was time for their return.
Yet not a sound could I detect that evening.
So I filled the feeders with delicious seed
And went for my usual long night sleep.
But with dawn I was wide awake
For then the garden began to fill with song.
Two male scarlet tanagers settled on an oak
On the other side of the street.
I was thrilled even though
Their song sounded a bit hoarse.
Bluebirds sang a lively tune
As they fed on worms.
But what pleased me most
Was to see two meadowlarks,
The male feeding the female
As she sat on an old nest.
This spring was full of promise.
A bird’s paradise.
20 February 2021
Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POTD
Placed 1
As I finish my day
with a hot cup of chai,
eyes slightly heavy
and yawning a sigh,
I ponder my thoughts
hoping for a last write
before I give in
and I call it a night.
A brief sense of urgency
catches my breath.
What if tomorrow
is fated my death?
I still haven't written
that one masterpiece,
fulfilling my life
so to die with a peace.
I'm still wide awake
though I can't believe how.
This yearning consumes
every part of me now.
Even when working
I'm watching the time,
searching my mind
for a meaningful rhyme.
I have to give up now,
It's getting too late.
My coveted masterpiece
just has to wait.
I say to myself,
"There's always tomorrow"
but still I can't help
feeling whispers of sorrow.
Maybe someday,
if I sort them all out,
the words of my masterpiece
might come about,
one of these nights
as my day says goodbye,
while I sit and enjoy
one more hot cup of chai.
-Jeannie Minor
Cant sleep, my brain begins to fumble
Devils knocking on my door
Getting harder to stay humble
thoughts getting louder
like a Coke head without the powder
Try as i might to ease my mind of the night
Current enivironment cuts like a knife
Plug back into the matrix,
Zap! And there goes my life
A fight taking flight
Inside wide awake it sleeps waiting to break
Pull me free from my shackles
My soul is whats at stake
Making rhymes to pass the times
Plucking apart my inner hymnes
The ones that i hide
So the others can have their peace of mind
Dont need a fancy vocabulary
Just one feeling at a time
This is how
Yet im still tracing lines
Of yesterdays stories
Telling myself im still doing fine
Now i Break the cycle
Reading the God given signs
To be a warrior is to fight even when your blind
Keep marching forward. Dont even look behind
(What's on your mind?) Do I have to tell you?
I was thinking about this dream
I was holding it for a while but it visited me only
When I'm drifting off to sleep
But then I heard a shot being fired somewhere
It almost was a sound that can easily die without
Being given its proper name---
It was not a shot but instead a spark plug failing.
So here I am wide awake
But first I need to trace that dream
I have to walk again the path from the kitchen to my room
Where I accidentally hit a part of it
Like how I kicked a loose bolt with my baby toe
The surprise that I found has sparked something
Inside the caverns in my head.
I need to chase my dream so it may live
I am the only one who can protect its fragile light
If I may burn the palm of my hands
If I should strike the match over and over again
To keep it burning - my dream
I am the only one who knows if it's going to see the next daylight.
(I will save some of my time to finish the book)
I will begin the walk so I can gain some insight along the way
When I turn back to check the distance that I traveled
May I don't miss the stagnant contentment and angst I left behind
I will move forward and pray for the rain
The heat of my own passion scorched the soil where my feet steps.
I never have to see myself in the mirror again and wonder
How the strangers I met and those that lived beside
See me
I only have to imagine my smiling face 12 years ago
Then with a hand in an empty pocket I will go on with my journey
One day I will turn it inside out and see
The rainbow of the unwrapped candies it once carry.
I think of those legions who would suffer,
those people who have had lots less than me.
You think your life couldn't be tougher
until through their eyes, you finally see.
Squeeze out one tiny drop of compassion
to then see surely how far it could spread.
Actually not knowing in what fashion
it will brighten the dim lit road ahead.
We all sit so high, judging on our stools
prideful we know all about life, the game -
till thunderstruck wide awake by blind fools
to the truth that we all are made the same.
Unravel your ego, wipe your mind clear;
put to inner rest all your selfish fear.
110 words sonnet 6/22/23
Can’t sleep a wink and I think it’s my brain trying to maintain a link between processing thoughts and thought processing amongst that stress thing…it’s a mess….messaging my eye lids to blink one last wink one last processed thought to think about before my tinker bell light goes out….
Let me think for second I beckon…I’m wrecking…my vision trying to blink a word over flow again…making my hands stink again…as I pretend my words are my loaded weapon…I’m guessing you’re messing about trying to figure out…come up with a doubt..shout..start gossiping..speaking of my thought processing…keeping me from sleeping…
Can’t sleep a wink and I think it’s my thoughts trying to link my brain to a maintainable critical thinking word flow blinking…processed thoughts brinking no point of return…my hands stinking from a burn…blistered greater on paper provoking mind creator physique paper engraver…maybe that’s why I’m wide awake or am I…..?
Mr Wilby
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Mr Wilby Mr Wilby.. contemporary
Our teacher so A extraordinary
Upholding and guarding discipline
Buffed our learning to a shining.
Class..
Discamus .. paratus es ?
Wilby Wilby say.
Gently He said good morning
Let us learn .. are you ready ?
Told a unexpected blonde story
Everyone expected a romantic
But it was just a ordinary story
Of another scandal.
Don't presume to conclude
One day you got to make living
On your learning
And not your assuming
Raise your hands ready !
Fantastico pianisso maestro
Wilby Wilby say.
LIFE ! start me up
Aurora aurora! begin
Wilby roar
Folded arm's will style you a lazy fool.
Do your assignment or
You will be unemployment.
Be vigilant of a demon
Not to rubbish your way
Never kiss the wrong lips.
Change the history of your poverty
Abstain the doubt on your speculate
Know noun from verb
And abstract in art.
Mr Wilby Mr Wilby ..contemporary
Our teacher would declare ..
This is a world so things will appear
For you to literate
l?rn l?rn l?rn
Learn learn..
Wilby Wilby say.
Study the city and put it in your pocket.
Assuming does not make the money
Quit your coma day dreaming
Eat alert .. drink vigor
Success is not a sip
Let no one write you off
You not paper
Be awake more than once
Strike wide-awake on all ears.
The earth belongs to God
And his grace teaches you.
scire vivet amor respectu
Wilby Wilby say.
Learn life and love respect
You will be bright be bright
You will be damning right
Mr Wilby Mr Wilby..
Contemporary
Taught us everyday
That on 1 day
One wonderful day
Qualified
We will be
Will be
Wilby say.