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Dream Days

Dream days are coming
or more or less are here
the rainbows are drumming
to spell away the fear

In times when omens rise
can one without compromise
fly with thoughts up high
staying bouyant to testify

that indeed things are exactly
not at all what they seem
and for a matter of factly
coming are days that dream.

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Sunset on the Sea

Into the moon ripples fast and strong
she jumped and leaped and danced along
her gaze was smooth her glance was smart
her eyes would move to and fro with a dart
and into the skyline she would bathe and swoon
on the water collapsing in the arms of the moon.

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In Passing

Love comes by many times,
but stays for just a few.

The heart rings many rhymes,
but with only one chord true.

Thoughts will commit many crimes,
That one cannot undo.

But actions will play the many mimes,
that plays the soul to woo.

So when the bell of true love chimes,
stay focused to pursue.

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The Grapefruit Tree In Bloom

The grapefruit blossoms send a dream into the air,
that sweeps up my eyelashes and swirls around my hair.
Such citrus wafting song makes one dash into a dare,
And end up in those places from a magical Neverwhere.

A flower paddles down in wind gently before my eye,
and with its graceful wandering my heart loosens a sigh,
for with the curves the posy falls in her path I do espy,
flows perfume sweet around her dance in generous supply.

And when she lays upon the ground a tear is gently shed
for life soon passing from her scent sunk into soil be bled
the petals of her dress do thin and follow with no dread
For she will come again next year on springs free wheeling sled!

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The Deck at Present

King size bed,
Swimming up to sleep with you.

Queen size dreams,
From the days delicious doings.

All Jacked up,
From expeditions we beheld.

Ten heavy trees,
weighed down by drifting snow.

Nine lacy flakes,
Caught with tongue sticking out.

Eight flighty tracks,
Left by leaping doe in quiet wood.

Seven crackers left,
To fill my empty stomach.

Six breaths to take,
To catch up with the pace

Five wandering geese,
Flying overhead.

Four eyes looking,
Down the slopes with speed.

Three people calling,
Wait up for me.

Two skis sliding,
Waxing stripes into the powder.

One contented soul,
With deck in hand to play!

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My Dreams are Keeping Me Awake

At night in my sleep,
My dreams are keeping me awake.
Through the sheets they do creep,
with lusty fingers they do take.

The nightmares shake the calm
while the dreams so wake the spirit;
that there is no way to palm,
slumber's song wishing I could hear it.

The body tosses and turns,
to find a perfect trance in repose;
but the ardor of concerns,
tosses my limbs with turned up nose.

To the wish for gentle silence
that passes so rarely on its way;
cradling my nervous penance
for things forgotten to convey.

If for only just a moment,
my tired thoughts allay;
then sleep, heaven sent,
would be the order on my tray.

And the dreams that keep awake
what should be put to bed;
would shut eyes for mercies' sake
to forget words left unsaid.

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Chilly Suggestion

Today is crisp and cold
In the land where hot resides
Breaking up the mold
weather laughing chides.

That things are not so set
as would seem to be
and fate is just a bet
between some company.

Whom doth not show its faces
to those who are dumbfounded,
not even minor traces
for the ever knowledge bounded.

A leaf has better chances
to know its destination.
A knowing in its glances
of a powerless situation.

Lost drivers must accept
road blocked with congestion
clear mapping left inept
A chilly suggestion.

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Raining

Raining outside the window
dropping from heaven's fall
wishing on each tear that slides
streaking down the wall.

soft chimes tis like a melody
splashing in the wet leaves
reminding me of a memory
long past in days so young.

thirsty branches on the trees
reach out for quenching drink
as I watch cleaning out my glass
in the ever dish filled sink

giving musty air perfume
sweet pouring from the clouds
the nose does glad consume
the gently weeping sky

closing eyes in damp reverie
i listen to the tapping
splashing in the puddles
I find my self in peace collapsing.

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I'm changing the format a little of this blog to be a writing blog. Perhaps just to count how many times I sit at a little screen, and also just to write for fun. This is the poetry challenge. The poetry of sitting at my computer amidst work to take a moment of time to observe and reflect on life. When I have written 365 observations, I will publish this and give it to my friends and family, since I'm pretty sure this blog is not read by anyone except the occassional advertiser or lewd comment crusader.

So Here Goes Poem # 1: Up Into the Falling Down.

It would be nice to rip off my body
to let my spirit free into the sky.
If this could be my pleasure
I really wouldn't need to die.
For then I could float in mossy forests
and dance with the mist
that hangs on ancient ferns
this would be heaven I do insist.
The clouds would be my living room
and the storms would be my feelings
the sun would be my best friend
and the butterflies would do my dealings.
Setting out for Cappadocia
I would alight upon a chimney
and watch a sun at setting call
so that I could be excited for the morning to enthrall.
When the rise of day returns
I would dive into the sea
and sing with the whales
making their way along with me.
When autumn comes I would travel
to where the cherry blossoms fall
so in swirling petals I could spin
with a soft pink and fluttering shawl.
In winter I would visit
the icy palaces of antartica
and waddle skate with crazy penguins
that do not know a thaw
and into the snow I would hurdle
myself into the sky
up into the falling down
of white lace drops that grace mine eye.

Life is but a Dream.

by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--

Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;

Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?

My Favorite Song to Celebrate Friday..

Talk like a Shakespeare Day!

Today is the 445th anniversary of the birth of William Shakespeare. In honor of this occasion, today is Talk Like Shakespeare Day. Here are some ways to do it:

1. Instead of you, say thou. Instead of y’all, say thee.
2. Rhymed couplets are all the rage.
3. Men are Sirrah, ladies are Mistress, and your friends are all called Cousin.
4. Instead of cursing, try calling your tormenters jackanapes or canker-blossoms or poisonous bunch-back’d toads.
5. Don’t waste time saying “it,” just use the letter “t” (’tis, t’will, I’ll do’t).
6. Verse for lovers, prose for ruffians, songs for clowns.
7. When in doubt, add the letters “eth” to the end of verbs (he runneth, he trippeth, he falleth).
8. To add weight to your opinions, try starting them with methinks, mayhaps, in sooth or wherefore.
9. When wooing ladies: try comparing her to a summer’s day. If that fails, say “Get thee to a nunnery!”
10. When wooing lads: try dressing up like a man. If that fails, throw him in the Tower, banish his friends and claim the throne.

It's Friday....AAAAHHHHhhhhhh(sigh of relief)

To the Virgins, to make much of Time

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

Robert Herrick. 1591–1674

I had a dream last night and this poem was mentioned...