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Poet’s Dream
Anthology
Volume l:
Dream Catchers
© 2Ol6 Poet’s Dream: A Google+ Community
Individual poets (understood here as the author or writer) are the
holder of the copyright to their work, therefore their name only
will appear at the end of their poem.
Permission has been granted by individual poets for the
reproduction of their poem in this anthology.
Poems have been typeset using ATypewriterForMe (11 point, titles in 14 point bold).
Thank you to Zachary Lucier for the creation of this font.
Dream Catcher Artwork (following page xi) by GDJ.
This volume may be navigated in either of two
ways. The electronic version will follow the links
when either clicked or tapped. The contents and
index of first lines will take you to the required
poem, whereas the poet link will open their Google
profile in your web browser. Page numbers have
been included for those who may prefer to print
this document.
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Copyright Notice
The poetry that appears in this anthology has been
submitted on the understanding that it is an original
piece by the poet. If you believe this not to be the case
and that any individual has infringed copyright,
please submit your case to:
The Editor
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From the Owners of
Poet’s Dream
Dear Friends,
We are so delighted that you all joined us on our journey to the infinite
dream!
Almost eighteen months ago, the three of us found each other through
poetry. It had captured us, and in every one of our poems and comments
we tried to capture a little more of "it". We felt the magic of creating; we
felt the dream of sharing, and we felt each other's heart beating for that
magical dream. In a way. three spirited souls became one; one in our love
and respect for the power of poetry, one in our love and respect for each
other and one in our desire and determination to dream endlessly with
all who care to join.
And so we started our travels. They took us from far and away through
colorful, sometimes challenging but always reaffirming scenery. They
led us to this wondrous place we now call our home base: Poet's Dream;
the place from where we laid our luggage to rest, and allow ourselves to
journey onward carrying only our hearts and souls. What a joy to see
that so many fellow dreamers, fellow poets, have also found this place as
well. You sharing your inspiration and your stories fuels this place
continuously and has turned it into a well that springs eternal; love,
hope, wisdom and dreams.
Today one year ago Poet's Dream became our home base. We wish to
mark the momentum, to celebrate. How better to do so than to capture
our collective inspiration in a Dream Journal!
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And so we feel honored to present to you the first Poet's Dream
Anthology Poetry Book! A book that came to fruition through your
dreams, your inspiration, your willingness to share your souls with us.
We wholeheartedly thank each of you for bringing your own personal
flavor to the dream!
Our special thanks go to Ferrick Gray and Elusive Me, who have both
invested a huge amount of time and energy to make this happen.
Ferrick, our wonderful editor in chief, even poets' words do not suffice
to express our enormous gratitude. Thank you!
Also, of course, we thank our beautiful team of moderators for their
wonderful work within the community!
Now, without further ado, we give you Dream Catchers. Please sit back
and make yourselves comfortable. We wish you happy reading!
Much love,
Helena, Usaid and Saskia
Poet’s Dream The Google Plus Community for Poets
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Foreword
I would like to thank you, the reader, for opening this anthology of
poetry. Perhaps it is curiosity that you have done so, or you may be a
reader who simply enjoys poetry. Of course, it may be that your poem is
featured in this publication. Regardless of your motivation, I know you
will find this first volume full of treasures that will, in their entirety,
touch your every emotion.
The production of this volume; Dream Catchers, is as far as I am aware,
the first publication of this type to be produced for a social media
community. It appears that to produce a magazine or e-zine is common
practice, but this, a complete volume of works from many talented poets
is much more of an achievement.
The simplicity or minimalist nature of this publication is to give it a
feeling from the past where poetry consisted only of words. These poets
use words to paint the picture for the reader; something very special,
and so you will not find any photographs or drawings accompanying
these poems. All of these talented individuals dare to rest their
reputation on their lexical ability; the sound of the poem as it is read,
and the feelings they invoke during and after reading.
To edit such a volume can be difficult; sometimes questions need to be
asked of the poets. Are thematic requirements satisfied? Is this the best
word to use? Do you mean ...? and so on. A number of decisions need to be
made when considering the presentation of poems. For conformity, all
poems have been typeset in the same font, emphasis has been placed only
with respect to using bold when deemed necessary or for the title.
Some editing has occurred when dealing with lines that contain
numerous full-stops as a continuation or pause, and these have been
shortened to the ellipsis (...), and the lower-case I (i) has been changed to
to the upper-case when representing the first-person singular subject
pronoun. The capitalization of every word in some poems has also been
removed unless there was a clear reason for this. Spelling and some
grammar have also been corrected where there may be a
misinterpretation of meaning with the use of particular words; e.g.
homophones. Certain forms, such as haiku have not necessitated changes
to capitalization or punctuation.
Where the poem was submitted without a title, I have titled it using part
of, or the complete first line depending upon its length. This has been
done mainly to assist in being able to locate the poem in the contents and
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index of first lines.
In some cases, I have chosen to present the poem in an altered format to
help improve the readability and typesetting. During this process, all
care has been taken to ensure that the poet’s work retains its flow
meaning and naturally, its originality.
Throughout this volume, you will experience the varying styles and
methods employed (ranging from structured to free verse), to convey
thoughts and emotions that will, in turn invoke those same thoughts and
emotions within you.
I would like to thank the owners of Poet's Dream; Saskia Jonker, Helena
Dias and Usaid Ali for allowing me to work with them on this occasion.
Their help in verifying the originality of the poems made my task a lot
easier. I would also like to thank Kimberley (Elusive Me), one of the
moderators of Poet’s Dream, for her valuable assistance. It has certainly
been an enjoyable experience and I know that you, as the reader, the
receiver of these gifts, will also enjoy the experience celebrating the
first anniversary of the Poet’s Dream community.
Ferrick Maclyne Gray
from the villa "l824"
May 11, 2016
Poet’s Dream The Google Plus Community for Poets
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Poets
(alphabetical order by Google Plus profile name)
Aalia Khan Yousafzai
Allan Ball
Anjali De Nandi
Australka25
Ayushi Agrawal
Ben Förtner
Brandon Wann
Brian Hayes
CB Fall
Cherry A
Chris Smith
David Palmer
David Stewart
Diane Hughes
Dianne Woodin
Dreaming Soul
E L Hewitt
Elusive Me
EqCi
Erozeno
Eunice Black
Evelyn Elizabeth
FaizaK
Farah Percival
Fatima Bukhari
Fractled One
Garry Spooner
Genevieve Sarpong
Graça Costa
Greg Holmes
Gutter Punk Poet
Heike Wolf-Mueller
Helena Dias
Ink Stitution
Jason Price
Joanne Dragonheart
John Griffin
John Martin
John Slater
Jonathan Collins
Julian Elliott-Drouin
Karen Hines
Kartika Atmadja
Kayla Rose
Kelly Rose Saccone
Kenneth Wisseman
Khyati Sanger
Kiku Koibito
Kimberey Ann Murrmaid
LadyEvy Rodriguez
Leah Lou
Lee Robertson
Lion Love
Lynn Clarke
Malay Nandy
Marcos Henrique Silva
Marie Grossman
Marilyn Ward
Marina Balmaceda Paredes
Maryam Mirza
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Mel-Mel
Mikes Writes
Milka Akinloye
Missy T.
Mitul Magu
Mona Castillo
Nina Tozzi
Oswaldo Alano Scipião Moreira
Patricia Picardi
Paul Murphy
Peter Bouchier
Robert Murchison
Ronald Bottelier
Saccheen Poetic Laing
Sammy Clemons
Saskia Jonker
Satish Srivastava
Scott Izu
Skylark Hatee
Sukanya Mallik
Sumyanna Writes
The Roxy Chicken
Thunder Cloud Jern
Timothy McNeil
Toshi J
Transformation Earth
Usaid Ali
Victor at Broadview
Vikas Singh
William Wylde
Zenon Earth
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Contents
A Dream Like a Reality (Maryam Mirza)................................................................................... 63
A Lifetime of Mildew (Paul Murphy) ........................................................................................... 75
A Night Alone (Khyati Sanger) ....................................................................................................... 50
Abandoned Dreams Within a Dream (Kenneth Wisseman) ................................................. 48
After Decades (Farah Percival) ...................................................................................................... 25
Always will be a Dream (Marina Balmaceda Paredes) ......................................................... 64
As Darkness Falls (E L Hewitt) ........................................................................................................ 17
As Night Falls (EqCi) ............................................................................................................................ 19
Broken Dream (Nina Tozzi) ............................................................................................................... 72
Can’t You See (Evelyn Elizabeth).................................................................................................... 21
Caught in the Currents of the Wind (Kelly Rose Saccone) .................................................. 47
Colourful Dreams (Ben Förtner) ..................................................................................................... 6
Dance with Disappointment (Kartika Admadja) ..................................................................... 45
Death Dream (Thunder Cloud Jern) .............................................................................................. 89
Delirium (Kayla Rose) ......................................................................................................................... 46
Destiny (Allan Ball) .............................................................................................................................. 2
Destroy the Dream (Victor at Broadview) .................................................................................. 95
Dream (Malay Nandy) ......................................................................................................................... 60
Dream (Missy T.) .................................................................................................................................... 69
Dream (Oswaldo Alano Scipião Moreira) .................................................................................... 73
Dream Book (Saccheen Poetic Laing) ............................................................................................ 78
Dream Efflux (Mitul Magu) .............................................................................................................. 70
Dream of Mine (Cherry A) ................................................................................................................. 9
Dreamers (Greg Holmes) .................................................................................................................... 30
Dreams (LadyEvy Rodriguez) .......................................................................................................... 54
Dreams (Patricia Picardi) ................................................................................................................. 74
Dreams … It’s a Mystery (Jason Price) ....................................................................................... 35
Dreams of Life (Satish Srivastava) ............................................................................................... 83
Dreams of Summer Heat (Brian Hayes)....................................................................................... 63
Dreamscape (Ero Zeno) ........................................................................................................................ 21
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Dreamy (Helena Dias) .......................................................................................................................... 33
Drops of Blood (Marilyn Ward) ........................................................................................................ 63
Drops of Life (Graça Costa) ............................................................................................................... 39
Easy Dreams (The Roxy Chicken) ................................................................................................... 88
Electric Dreams (CB Fall) ................................................................................................................... 8
Empty, but of Dreams (William Wylde) ....................................................................................... 97
Free (Saskia Jonker) ............................................................................................................................ 80
From Darkness (Sammy Clemons) .................................................................................................. 79
Gratitude to Hypnos and Morpheus (Joanne Dragonheart) ................................................ 36
Haze (Aalia Khan Yousafzai) ........................................................................................................... 1
His Final Lines (Diane Hughes) ....................................................................................................... 14
Humanity’s Dream (Marie Grossman) .......................................................................................... 62
I Dream to Touch the Sky One Day (Sukanya Mallik) ........................................................... 86
I Dreamed a Dream (Usaid Ali) ........................................................................................................ 93
I Dreamed a Dream of You (Elusive Me) ...................................................................................... 18
I Have a Dream (Zenon Earth) ......................................................................................................... 98
I Live this Life (Toshi J) ..................................................................................................................... 91
I Will Never Be (Anjali De Nandi) ................................................................................................... 3
Indescribable (Transformation Earth) ......................................................................................... 92
It’s Strange What the Mind Records (Jonathan Collins) ...................................................... 42
Let Dreams Come True! (Dreaming Soul) ..................................................................................... 16
Lost Love Dream (Fatima Bukhari) ............................................................................................... 26
Lucid Blossom (Brandon Lee Wann) ............................................................................................... 7
Lucid I Dream (Lee Robertson) ........................................................................................................ 56
Man of My Dreams (Mel-Mel) ........................................................................................................... 65
Most Say Dreams are Fleeting (Julian Elliott-Drouin) ......................................................... 43
My Dream (Dianne Woodin) .............................................................................................................. 15
My Dream for Every Child (Robert Murchison) ....................................................................... 77
My Dreaming (Lion Love) ................................................................................................................... 58
Nectar of Desires (Chris Smith) ...................................................................................................... 10
Never Done (David Stewart) ............................................................................................................. 12
Nightmares and Dreamscapes (John Griffin) ........................................................................... 37
Of Roses and Regrets (Timothy McNeil) ...................................................................................... 90
Perfect Place (John Martin) ............................................................................................................. 39
Poet’s Dream (Sumyanna Writes) ................................................................................................... 87
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Poetry is Dreaming (Garry Spooner) ............................................................................................ 27
Poets do it in Rhyme (Peter Bouchier) ......................................................................................... 76
Release … For Now (David Palmer) ............................................................................................... 11
Rhinoman: A Dream Hero (Vikas Singh) ..................................................................................... 96
She Dreams (Australka25) ................................................................................................................ 4
Shooting Star (Skylark Hatee) ......................................................................................................... 85
Sweet Dreams (Kiku Koiboto)........................................................................................................... 51
Take Me To Church (Ink Stitution) ................................................................................................ 34
The Certainty Is (Fractled One) ....................................................................................................... 63
The Dream and the Story (Marcos Henrique Silva)................................................................ 61
The Dream of Broken Wings (Heike Wolf-Mueller) ................................................................. 32
The Dream of People (Leah Lou) ...................................................................................................... 55
The Fence (FaizaK) ............................................................................................................................... 22
The Waking Dream (Milka Alkinloye) .......................................................................................... 68
The Wonder of Life (John Slater) ................................................................................................... 41
Then, Rubbing my Eyes (Ronald Bottelier) ................................................................................. 63
There (Lynn Clarke) ............................................................................................................................. 59
Touch Down (Scott Izu) ........................................................................................................................ 84
Two Whole Hearts (Mikes Writes) .................................................................................................. 67
Utopia (Karen Hines)............................................................................................................................ 44
Walk with Me (Mona Castillo) .......................................................................................................... 71
What Dreams may Come (Genevieve Sarpong) ......................................................................... 28
When the Paths (Ayushi Agrawal) ................................................................................................ 5
White Mansion I Saw (Eunice Black) ............................................................................................. 63
Window to the Sea of Opportunity (Kimberly Ann Murrmaid) ......................................... 52
You (Gutter Punk Poet) ....................................................................................................................... 31
Dream
Catchers
1
Haze
Hot desire sizzles against cold reality.
Grasps at wisps of smoke rising from calamity.
Frantic prayers guard my heart against all the pain.
I hide from it in secret gardens where I've lain,
Embraced and spoken to thee, eagerly listened,
To sweetest words - echoes of dew drops that glistened
On some high, serene peak or on some bright petal,
Dropping like mystic crystal down to its sepals.
Beloved dreams crash against the glare o' the sun.
Close thy eyes shut. Stay with me. Listen. Talk. Come. Come!
Cocoon me in cognate insanity in our bubble of sanity.
Live in our dream or leave it with me to face clarity.
My wings are ripped, let me please, at least, breathe on earth.
The ceiling suffocates me, I need the sky's girth.
Break my cage around my heart and free me.
Quick! Before the sunlight and smoke steal me.
Aalia Khan Yousafzai
2
Destiny
Am I awake or
Maybe dreaming
Must hold on to
What I believe in .
Sleepless nights
Follow endless days
My mind’s unclear
In many ways .
At times it's so
Hard to comprehend
Am I truly real
Or just pretend.
I'm still not certain
What's meant to be
Unsure of my role
Kismet, Fate or Destiny.
Why was I born
What is the purpose
Is Life a vocation
Or just a circus .
Allan Ball
3
I Will Never Be
After my death ...
I never take rebirth ...
on this earth ...
I have no faith ...
on this alive - life, on the earth ...
at any time, again ...
it can gift me, the death ...
without my permission ...
Why? I can not realize it ...
but I will feel pain ...
just before of my death ...
to leave my love - relatives ...
yet I will not be alive ...
I will be sure, then ...
so, after my death, of this life ...
... I will be ... yes ...
the endless - sky - part ...
yes ... the ever-endless ...
then I will, no heart ...
but I will feel ...
that all's flying - enjoyments ...
forever and ever ...
I will present ...
never I will be end ... never ...
yes ... I will never be ...
... the human ...
... never will be ...
any alive ...
yes ... my every fan ...
after my death ...
you see me, then ...
I will be the ever - endless - sky ...
Anjali De Nandi
4
She Dreams
She dreams of equality in a man’s world
Shattering misconceptions
from the boardroom to the bedroom
Must she be overworked and underpaid
Patriarchal privileges that make her
feel inferior
cultural discourses allowing to play out their roles
seeking permission to re-awaken
the true identity of falsehood
To be real, valued and treasured
the sounds of her soul
Australka25 (Sonja)
5
When the Paths
When the paths would seem to be at end,
Destinations seem like disappearing,
and breathlessness overwhelming ...
When thrust of mind would seem unquenchable
and you would start losing trust,
when the dark would look brighter and,
the legs would get tired then,
The wings of Dreams would make a flight
Destination would fall within sight
hopes would be back again
The close ones would seem trustable again
Heart would start whispering an old melody
which would make the shadows out
and slyly would enlighten the stars to guide the path.
Dreams, that were deserting from reality would again
disappear after lessoning to live ...
Ayushi Agrawal
6
Colorful Dreams
In the dream that I once had
the people seemed so nice and kind
that I believed that I was mad
and evidently lost my mind.
This had to be a puppet show.
So I began to look for strings
still wondering 'bout this status quo
and looking at the strangest things:
Below some rainbow colored skies
the faces radiated love
as if they used their beaming eyes
to see in everyone a dove.
A dove so tender and so chaste,
so innocent and oh so soft -
all hate and fear and rage replaced -
about to swing and fly aloft.
I felt so good, so light and free
that I was lifted by some wings
into a world of fantasy
to be a lucky king of kings.
My waking up - it brought me back
into this world of cruel complaint,
a world of white and deepest black,
which I am starting now to paint.
Ben Förtner
7
Lucid Blossom
A liquid field,
my moonlit glade,
I wander through
fire-blackened soil.
Charred remains.
But wild flowers,
they say, bloom
anywhere they please,
and one was fearless,
fearless in her growth.
Her vibrant blossom
lasted longer, planted
in new fertile soil,
where survival is ensured
by her solid roots,
and winter makes her stronger.
A free spirit; this wild flower,
in a field scorched by flame,
reminiscing undying beauty.
One glimpse of it and
I know it can exist,
in the midst
of my discolored chaos.
Brandon Lee Wann
8
Electric Dreams
Winter
Spring
Summer and
Fall
Dreams are never ending
Unlike the ones my mind can recall
Powerful electricism of positive thoughts mending
I dream
Of pure love
Shining inside all of us
Eventually trust will find its mark
Dreams always flow around like circles
And everyone of us on this earth
Makes it whole.
CB Fall
9
Dream Of Mine
It's been an epoch
I fail to remember
when I last had
a dream of mine
I was outraged by
so many things that
I forgot to indulge
self for a dream.
But tonight when
the moon is blazing deep
I can evoke my
long lost dream.
I can recollect now
that I always dreamed
of a day when our hearts
would follow each other's
silent words and our souls
will rhyme the symphony of love.
My dear,
Let us dream for a day,
when we get to meet in
profound emotion from
our heart and not from
the look on our face,
nor with our ego
and our race.
Cherry A
10
Nectar Of Desires
No love washed on the shore
Each one asking for more
Captured hearts once lost
Trapped with a dark cost
As soon they became released
Ruptured where once creased
Only her touch did set me free
Forever in her arms, forever be
Dreams of rhapsody, you and me
Endlessly embraced within beauty
Sensual kisses, breaths stolen
Intensity of beating hearts swollen
Reaching from the abyss from below
Every fall in a river’s love shall flow
Seeking out the nectar of desires
Chris Smith
11
Release... For Now
Take wing, my Dove, my Love, My Life
Your wings destined for distant horizons,
And my perch, no matter how gilded,
But a coffin where dreams like yours ...
May they never be laid to rest.
My walls may not echo with your song
But, Oh! Does my heart soar with you
As your wings bend their way East.
Wet my cheeks may be now
But soon, so serendipitously,
I shall hear, once more, your tap
Upon my pane, and I will turn, with joy
To exclaim, "Ah! There you are!"
David Palmer
12
Never Done
Our elders plant the seeds of dreams.
“When you are grown what might you be?”
We never know what trials come.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
Some dreams may sleep while others wake.
Some prod us on, but others take.
The game for us? To choose which ones.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
Nights when I just float and hover
Footsteps drift one past the other
Until I fly too near the sun.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
Once, I dreamed a life of baking.
Breads and pastries for the taking.
An older me dreamed newer ones.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
Some take me places all too real...
Dark places filled with things I feel
In nightly battles seldom won.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
Thought I'd done with kicking nurses:
Isolation. Needles. Curses.
No more I love yous. Terror won.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
Each terror knows that I can't rise
They play behind my sleeping eyes
‘Til switched the lights or dawning sun.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
These dreams of ours may breathe for years
Through generations, laughter, tears.
Some steal the air so we can't run.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
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No dream is safe when terrors come.
Yet terrors die against the sun.
The game for us? To choose which ones.
Sometimes our dreams are never done.
David Stewart
14
His Final Lines
Beethoven's sonata N°l4, 'Moonlight'
drifts lazily throughout the night,
his pen poised o'er blank pages
readily giving her life;
She breathes amidst the fragrance of parchment and
black ink, her essence scrolled within her author's
lyrics as he decides precisely
what she thinks. He carefully pens her
a pale pink hibiscus sundress, with embroidered daisies
along the hem; her periwinkle eyes smiling.
She dreams of life beyond these pages
where she's free to explore the night,
mesmerized by infinite stars as she dances
'neath the pale moonlight. His words flow through her
veins, fueling her paper heart giving her life. His lyrics
cascade o'er the pages
gliding sensually without pause. He bleeds his desires
til his words cease; the crash of emotions consume his
soul.
In this midnight hour she knows her destiny awaits as
he scribbles her fragmented dreams; dreams that
reflect the darkness
he cannot escape. Silently he shivers in the reverie of a
silver moon, translucent tears of sorrow turn to acidic
ink;
he pens his final lyrics, every line stained with her
essence. Closing the tooled leather journal he whispers
a sad goodbye,
tucking her between the folds of what could have been.
Diane Hughes
15
My Dream
Resting I close my blue eyes
Darkness surrounds and swallows me
Boom! In a cave twice my size
A tunnel of bright light I see
Family beckons me in
I deny, the bright tunnel fades
Hoping that was not a sin
I stumble along through black shades
Searching begins for someone
I dare not say or you shall flee
To a large fire I run
Fallen angels descend on me
Lifting me carried up high
Into a cold, dark, moonless sky
I hear their giant wings fly
No stars, no light, as we pass by
Thrown in a dark room I wait
Knowing what needs to be done now
Must peel layers of hate
Making satan all good somehow
Taken to be sacrificed
I ask to see satan right there
I am laughed at and then sliced
I heal, and transport somewhere
A lighted room with satan
We speak, he listens, and agrees
Tired of all the hatin
Crying tears he falls to his knees
He becomes good before me
Finally my dream comes so true
Praying for him he can see
How to make amends, what to do
Dianne Woodin
16
Let Dreams Come True!
Dreams come from your heart,
Dreams come from your soul,
Dreams come from your mind!
Let's all dream together,
from love,
from peace,
from kindness!
Let dreams come true,
In a world of hatred,
In a world of tears,
In a world of fights!
If dreams would come true,
Hatred turns into love,
Tears turn into happiness,
Fights turn into peace!
A world full of kindness,
A world full of light,
A world full of understanding!
Let dreams come true!
Dreaming Soul (A. Gerlind T).
17
As Darkness Falls
As darkness falls across the lands
the warriors shine bright
Leading the way to the new world
one of brighter days and picturesque horizons
No matter who you are or where you are
remember the secret life can improve for you all
Times for us to stand tall in honour of all
Sharing and uniting in the world we live
For the beauty of the world around us
Although the darkness encroaching
upon the lands of light and beauty
Fear spreads around the world
As the word of terrorists spread fear
Remember you can defeat the darkness
Within our worlds true light
Achieving the peace and tranquility
We all dream of around the world
A place to call our home
A time to call ours
A future for our children
where peace exists within the streets
serenity and beauties surround us
As we face the darkness within the world
Stand tall in the darkness that we see around us
with honour in our minds and souls
Stand with our bothers and sisters
United we stand
E L Hewitt
18
I Dreamed a Dream of You
I wished upon black velvet, lit with light,
Surrendering to scattered stars above.
Alone, within the softened folds of night
I dreamed of arms enfolding me, with love.
I drowned within, my heart devoid of fight
And found my smile in galaxies above.
Upon the ether, whispers warm and sweet
Soon filled my soul, as morning rose to greet.
Dimmed sleepy stars now yawning to a hush,
As golden rays of light emblazoned skies.
The newness of the day, in such a rush,
Soft winds to blow, stardust from dreamy eyes.
Warm memories of kisses cause my blush
As echoes play upon the breeze of sighs,
Sweet butterflies, recount the joy of play,
A love felt deep, touch lingers in the day.
Daydreams of you now keep me company,
As I await the night to fill my view,
In dreams, your shadowed image; all I see,
Now ever more my heart belongs to you
As you have whispered you belong to me,
And we are one, no longer lost as two.
In dreams I found a loving heart to hold,
For in our dreams we found a love so bold.
So as I close my eyes and wishes play,
I hold on tight to promises you made.
I pray that you will be the one to stay,
That every breathless feeling shall not fade
No matter whether dreams, are night or day,
You’ll always be the light in every shade.
I waited long, to see my dreams come true,
For every dream I dreamt, I dreamed of you.
Elusive Me
19
As Night Falls
As night falls … I reach out for you
smooth warm skin … passionate kiss
… my innate senses are awaken
I crave for you in all forms
your eyes … your smile… your voice
most of all … your love.
that fully embodies in me ...
We are a twin flame … with intertwined roots
when we are together… you are my universe ...
Tonight.... as many nights
I reach out for you … your warm body
Your passionate kiss … induces heighten ecstasy
your longing touch … as you spoon next to me
… we drift away as one in a dream...
I open my eyes … alone … you're not by my side
tears are rolling down on my cheeks
I reach out for you … it's just the air
… hopelessly in love … you are here… but far away
Till we meet again… my sweet ...
… I will see you in my dream ...
EqCi
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Dreamscape
Lovely poetess,
Your precious pen
paints a gorgeous
dreamscape
Of love
Passion
and Beauty
Your precious pen
paints a gorgeous
dreamscape
Of a world
too beautiful
for words
Your precious pen
paints a gorgeous
dreamscape
Of an earthly heaven
And angelic beauty
Lovely poetess,
Take your precious pen
and paint a gorgeous
dreamscape
For us
Ero Zeno
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Can't You See
can't you see the beauty of dreaming?
a dream comes from deep within
a dream is and always will be
let your dream surface
and bubble over the edge
oh, love did you forget?
let me show you how
close your eyes, my sweet
let your mind wander
forget the sky is blue
and the grass is green
pick your favorite color instead
see a world for what it can be
remember the eyes
you had as a child
it wasn't long ago
play without a care
jump without
needing a dare
soar with the phoenix
backstroke amongst
the mermaids
flit and fleet
to the fairy's beat
we've grown
a bit older now
my sweet
worn with time
priority and daily living
don't lose the smile
a dream whispers
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bliss isn't too far away
our dreams show us the way
we are prince and princess
crowned king and queen
they show us how to love
and now, my sweet
open your eyes
to the twinkling stars above
they are light in your eyes
and the clouds
a sidewalk under your feet
walk the path of a dreamer
you will see the beauty
and when we finally meet
it will be my dream
become reality
Evelyn Elizabeth
23
The Fence
His cold snout touches,
The numb soles of my feet,
Damp, wet, gently nuzzling.
My irked sleep,
Like a window pane,
Cracks, but not shatters,
And through the cracks,
Streaks of warm breath,
Reach my sodden brain.
I've acknowledged a presence,
Far superior than my own,
Invading the silent peace.
Still swinging to and fro,
From sleep to wakefulness.
Armed with hypnotic stance.
Its like being held captive.
Drowning,
And yet not drowned.
As if it had entered,
My sleeping brain,
And now gently wakes me up.
Too long, deserted,
I yield now,
And slowly open my eyes.
A wild scent, through my
Spine, travels.
I'm receptive to his charm.
Across my bed, two eyes,
Glistening,
Like ambers in ashes dark.
Two ears, alert, a sleek body,
Silhouetted against,
The moonlit window.
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A gentle nod,
He is beckoning now,
Tempting my nerves taut.
A wolf indeed,
That midnight seducer,
And I follow in timid trance.
Across the empty house, sleepwalking,
I've crossed every limit,
The hall, the door, the threshold.
Dazed, amazed or too weak
To question,
I dare not raise my voice.
And now under the Queen Moon,
I stand alarmed,
All weapons left at home.
I reckon, I see my midnight friend,
A yard or two, away,
Across that Fence array.
The cold wind touches my brow,
Now sleep slithers back,
Wakefulness takes hold.
The Fence, The wolf,
The room, The hall,
The wrinkled night gown.
How could a beast,
Climb this fence!
How could he reach my room!
But his scent? His eyes?
His gentle touch?
A fragment too real to imagine.
Disarmed, I realize now,
I've broken my sacred sleep,
While chasing a charlatan Dream.
FaizaK
25
After Decades
After decades of
Sailing across the seven
Seas and exploring
Every spiral galaxy
In search for every long lost
Dream, I finally
Realized that all splendor
Was always within
The long lost part of me; all
Of my dreams had been waiting
Very patiently
So quietly, to trickle
Down the woven web
Of the Ojibwe dream catcher
Hung above my antique bed
Farah Percival
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Lost Love Dream
A dream of my lost love
Asking me to prove my love
In a dusty, deserted place
Why you want to be in?
Hold on and hold your heart
Ask yourself twice, then thrice
Why you want to be in?
Life long wants to be in?
Can you live without a heart?
Can you live without a life?
Without a hope, without a dream
Without yourself? Can you?
In a rusty, disrespectful heart
You do need a blizzard start
Let it remain, permanent place
For a devoted, heartless heart
No exit play or way
For good , goodbye you must say
Fatima Bukhari
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Poetry in Dreaming
And so I dreamed as Poets do
of words for worlds sincere and true
of colours to emotions linked
and lines of rhyme and meter synced
within the superlatives of nature
supernatural in ethereal stature
words to breathe light into gloom
all swirling around in my minds room
it all remains just but a dream
until it pours upon the page pristine
those thoughts and feelings caught inside
a dream within a dream
let me wake upon the morn and cast them not aside
and bear them with me through the day
to tell the story they would have me say
so let my pen write in the ink of dreams
my heart and soul the hands that guide the quill
remaining still
true to the dream
where nothing’s really as it seems
Garry Spooner
28
What Dreams may Come
What dreams may come when dark night summons
His dark cloak softly lain,
blanketing our world in darkness
Come swiftly come now upon your carriage may we lie
Lulling us to the hypnotizing sounds of your rhythmic beat
Take us to the world of dreams that we may fly
Where woes and cares be put asunder
A land of colorful visions may we roam
Where dreams will rise and live to ponder
Of rainbow skies and brightest constellation stars
Of manna paved streets and a carefree world I roam
Wherefore the chariot halts O yonder
From golden hues of bright to darken shades of grey
On dark alleys of no return I wander
Where screams are silent, steps slowed and glued forever
What darkest dream has turned, what vile is this
That I be woken from this horrid dream.
Genevieve Sarpong
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Drops of Life
Afar
the shadow of a naked body
invaded the landscape of promises.
I felt your eyes stuck on me
and began to melt inside even before the taste of the kiss
or the gentle touch of your fingers.
I felt,
but didn’t say a word.
Fed the dream with a gentle body language
somewhere between dancing and waving,
a subtle invitation to reveries and dreams lived or yet to be lived.
Feel you
but do not want to see you.
Just feel,
lose myself in you
like a castaway reaching a safe harbor.
Love me.
Free yourself from the fears
of some tomorrow that may not come
and love me
until the night begs
the weariness of senses.
Graça Costa
30
Dreamers
Dreamers dreamed of a better life.
Fleeing hardships, famine and strife.
Stinking human cargo for a fee
Sailed to this land of the free
becoming slaves to wealth's tyranny
Labourers toiled and broke their backs.
Young girls laid their innocence on the tracks.
Eden lost along the road to despair.
Young men look on without a care.
Mothers weep while fathers drink.
Blood on the counter and in the sink.
Children outside waiting on the swing.
Hands over ears to hear the birds sing.
Children scattered then near and far
The seeds of future's falling stars
Innocence taken from the young heart
Seeing the world now standing apart
Labour for free under watchful eyes
No one bold enough to hear their cries
Through the doors shut tight behind
In their baggage sorrow and pain
Into the streets no family known
Many friends still always alone
The long hard lessons of the street
Etched the long lines so deep
Maps to read in their proud faces
No room for those old social graces
Truth lies heaven or damnation
Pounding the table in frustration
Tell those stories beside their bed
Waiting for answers to be shed
Always honour in the life they gave
One priceless inscription for the grave
Those forgotten promises at what cost
Somewhere in the dream they got lost.
Greg Holmes
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You
As I drift along
The shadows
I taste your scent on
the winds
of light
I feel your warmth
in the rain
That falls from
the moon
Settling close to me
In the darkness of night
Set ourselves free
From the
sun's fire
Wings on a dream
Of my Raven's desire
As we crash to earth
Where our
love was birthed
And subtlety
Fade ...
into the ether
Gutter Punk Poet
32
The Dream of Broken Wings
as long as
we dream of dreams
we breathe in isolation
helplessly captivated
in an invisible bubble of
sadness and broken wings.
Until we wake up
to our reality
that God is breathing us.
This lets us transform
Like butterflies,
we flutter out of the
now broken bubble
recognizing that
our brokeness
has just been a dream:
"how did we ever get lost
in a dream and forget our divine home"...
Heike Wolf-Mueller
33
Dreamy
Flying in the starry sky, my wings began burning,
I dove in a wormhole to repair and connect me
Ashamed futures lurk in the face of space-time
Waves of twilights slowed in the rocks of the eons
In another dimension, I went down a river, tired of banks,
Rowing against the current of absolute nothingness.
I swayed in the dazzling contraction of the immense.
On useless days, the night wrapped me in moonlight,
Exhaling the smell of the earth, I blossomed in rain.
Glittering, I saw me as the blue of a teary rainbow.
Caressing the stone until becoming a flower.
Returning to the womb of silence,
I test my first vision of infinity:
Dream is a night, only reached alone.
Helena Dias
34
Take Me To Church
she came to me by night
with eyes, concealed
behind a tempting smile
her veil, a silken curtain
slowly sliding from her skin
with each step along the aisle
the moonlight through the alcove
lit up the communion table
the candles set, caught fire
as she approaches, naked
towards the ancient altar
enflamed with desire
don't move, she whispers
for there is a greater force
now present in here
taking possession of me
and all will burn
that I hold dear
she then bit my lip
tasted my blood
before she sat down on me
sacrificing both of us
united towards certain death
my angel darling ignited
ashes to ashes
a blasphemy
Ink Stitution
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Dreams … It's a Mystery
it's a mystery --
the easiness with which
you seep
into my sleep --
an egg hatching,
sun fading,
a sea kissing its shore,
a birthing --
I slumber on surrendering
to your chaos,
to purple hues,
warmed by your scent --
your scent swells into
a ballad in my blood,
initiating my dreaming --
it's a mystery!
Jason Price
36
Gratitude to Hypnos and Morpheus
Exhausted in mind, body and spirit
Hypnos, Morpheus - I plead for succor!
In sleep only can I find sweet release
Within me hope to sleep, perchance to dream
All is possible in the land of Nod.
Imperfection in its most perfect state
Soaring, filled with wonder and endless bliss
Magical colors bright; improbable
Wishes made gloriously manifest
No gate, no land nor sea an obstacle.
Sweet longed-for touch of my Beloved
Within your arms, you within mine; our kiss!
Your radiance outshines angels e'er bright
(Morpheus can sometimes be a kind god.)
Joanne Dragonheart
37
Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Darkness descends, dreamscapes return
Visions of demons and monsters
Within your mind churn
Deeper you fall into nightmares unknown
Faces flash by, half hanging
Unsewn
Eyes white and rolling
All pure evil souled
This may be the hell of what you were told
Tossing and turning within sweat soaked sheets
A sound booms in your ears
Its just your heart beats
As it tries to rip itself from your chest
You know you can't win, you’re about to come off
the worst it'll be second best
Deeper and faster you start to draw breath
Wishing for angels on wings to swoop down
And protect you from death
As you look to the sky your wish seems to come
true no need to recoil
Alas that’s no angel, but the devils henchman
A stone skinned gargoyle
It hits with a thud you feel in your bones
As it takes to air, rising high in the sky
Trailing behind your unheard mortal moans
Your captors decided you’re an unwanted trophy
and tonight's not the night
Within fire and brimstone is it your time to burn
When will this nightmare end and the real world
return
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But he'll not make it easy as he stops the assent,
high in black clouds
And with you, he does impart
The dreamscape rushes up toward you
Screaming, you wake with a start …
John Griffin
39
Perfect Place
If I could create
A perfect place,
Where tulips danced with fairies.
And fly on high, no fear at all.
Where nothing would be scary.
No more dark, make tree-lined parks.
No night would ever be frightful.
I'd make a feast, and laugh with geese,
Make a place that's so delightful.
I would halt my age, and never fade,
And always look so handsome.
And never shy from prying eye; never more be held to
ransom.
I could feel a kiss, from summer's breeze,
Wash over blossomed spring.
I would run till dusk and on till dawn. Heaven's music I
would sing.
I could save the ones, I've lost in life,
Make memories once again.
I could hold them close an endless dose.
Never part from them again.
I would hold your hand,
only letting go.
To feel your warm embrace.
My world in dreams, my endless love.
Dressed up in silk and lace.
I dream this dream
I build my world
Turn hatred into kindness.
I close my eyes, to my surprise
I see through all my blindness.
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My perfect place.
I go there now.
It tastes as smooth as cream.
My heart can see,
Through storms of woe.
I call it Poet's Dream.
John Martin
41
The Wonder of Life
Life is full of so many complexities. Why must there
always be unanswered questions.
It seems we spend our entire lives searching for solutions
to problems which we encounter from day to day. But
then again, perhaps life on this earth was never intended
to be made simple.
If we as human beings live our lives the way in which we
choose and to the best of our ability, then we can at least
say we have made an accomplishment.
Perhaps some day if not in this life then in another, we
will discover the meaning of our creation. But until then
we must keep believing in our dreams as well as
ourselves.
We must continue to reach for new destinies and be the
best that we can possibly be, without losing sight of the
people with whom we truly need to share all of our joys
and sorrows.
At least for now we have discovered "the wonder of life".
John Slater
42
It’s Strange What the Mind Records
It's strange what the mind records,
How it connects and spins a storyboard,
Maybe it needs to be that way,
For, if it were to happen one day,
The dream I had that fateful night,
Would, I'm sure, cause us to fight.
We were out in town hand in hand,
On a holiday in a sun soaked land,
You entered a shop, I stayed outside,
Then with surprise an old lover I spied,
Who seduced me right then, right there,
What once was a street, a bedroom, bare.
I knew at first to succumb was wrong,
I was caught in a moment’s passion strong,
We relived the way it had been before,
Urgent, fervent, abandoned, more,
Instinctive; as if, entirely alone,
No witness, no guilt, no promise to phone.
And then we drove headlong and fast,
O’er hills, through glades, down mountain pass,
Until joyfully we saw the sea, inviting, warm; and,
Abandoned our clothes, and out we swam,
We kissed again under an azure sky,
Declared a love that would never die.
Then wakened from my reverie,
You spoke of what you saw with glee,
You hugged me then, and took my hand,
And we walked again in that foreign land,
You almost skipped, without a care,
I, guilt consumed, my mind elsewhere.
Jonathan Collins
43
Most Say Dreams are Fleeting
Most say dreams are fleeting
Others manage to keep 'em beating
They plant those foolish seeds of hope
And drown those fools in faith
They plant those foolish seeds of hope
And scorch those fools in vision
They take those growing seeds of hope
And sing them a tomorrow
One that may be free of
All today's stings and sorrows
Soon these seeds of hope will burst
With rapid growth and tower
Soon these seeds of hope come worst
Shall stand strong with power
Success seeks those bold and brave
Who dare to aspire
Success stays with those who may
Fail only to expire
So gather seeds of hope
Let none escape
And build yourself a forest
Be the one who sows
Who sows with a gentle fist
Be the one who goes
Go nurture your dream landscape
Julian Elliott-Drouin
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Utopia
Under a moonlit sky
Utopia within sight
Floating among the stars
A brilliant light
I reach out to touch it
It scampers away
Teasing me to follow
A path bright as day
I tingle with desire
Where will it lead
I glide along behind it
Filled with a need
A need so strong
It almost hurts
In a way like
Cold wind brings tears
My heart pounds
With excitement
My destination
Calms my fears
That utopia I spoke about
Clings to me
Sings to me
Envelops me
With fire
Not the kind that
Burns hot
Scorches or
Leaves scars
Just a deep blue flame
Of total bliss
Out there
In my dreamland
Out there
Among the stars
Karen Hines
45
Dance With Disappointment
And I danced
with disappointment.
We turned round and round
while we
laughed, cried, screamed and cursed.
And then we clapped our hands
when
the dramatic life joined the dance.
Kartika Atmadja
46
Delirium
You've got me spinning
Tangled in tender thoughts
Fragrant breezes against my skin
tingle with flirtatious
delightful desires ...
Like a lovely butterfly
fluttering about loves garden
I'm mesmerized
Captured by your eyes
Held there
captivated and dizzy
I'm turned upside down
Warmed by rays of
your shimmering sunlight
Thriving from your hands' touch
their caressing gentle care
Longing for more
Daily doses
of passionate kisses
Dipping your luscious lips
into my sweet nectar
You alone
keep me from wilting
Feed me
with all your deepest desires
Creating utter weakness inside
till I'm glistening
with fragrant fertility
Sweetly drenched in
a glorious morning's dew
Spinning around deliriously
My vision still hazy
remaining entwined with you
One beautiful day's
sweet dream come true
Kayla Rose
47
Caught in the Currents of the Wind
Caught in the currents of the wind
Searching for the direction of my life
Dreams drift by and I’ve lost touch
Reality’s challenges keep my eyes
From looking up
Now, while contemplating words,
Thoughts, and ideas
My mind is allowed to wander
And I am able to glimpse
A dream drifting by
If I am lucky…maybe
I’ll catch its current
And remember my lost
Dreams for a little while
Kelly Rose Saccone
48
Abandoned Dreams Within a Dream
In a dream 'pon thy brow, a dead leaf!
In the last of dreams' sweet lethe,
When welkin winds sigh and heave,
And starry is twilight's sleep!
I stir from swevens of thy deeps,
Those dreamy deeps of thine eyes,
The amber that fills my fain skies;
Dawn is dimmer on deeper water,
Yet half remember, Love's sweet daughter,
All I see nigh cedarn streams
Is but dreams half forgotten it seems.
Ye lay, as a mistress of dreams
Nigh the whisper of a starry stream;
A cedarn leaf fell serene,
The welkin airs I recall,
Wherein the cedarn odors fall;
And by oblivion's verdurous rills
In this vale, my heart grew still:
I still see thy smile of glee,
As I gave thee sweet jasmine tea,
And, in parting 'neath emerald leaves,
Our twain hearts twain were cleaved!
As I fell in thine arms soft console,
Ere the storm, in love's sweet loll,
As my soul 'pon starry seas,
Whispered, 'Katherine I love thee.'
I stand alone 'pon the roar
Of a sallow-sorrowful shore;
A letter lingers in my hand,
One held dear, as golden sand;
And grasp alas words so few,
As if to pen fain adieu:
Through tears, through tears, as dew!
I sigh her song's finality,
'May all thy dreams become reality,
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'But she wast my dream! My infinity!
O God! Can one grain be saved,
My world from the pitiless wave?
Is all I see nigh cedarn streams
But abandoned dreams within a dream?
Kenneth Wisseman
50
A Night Alone
As you sit in your dark room at night
There is no beautiful dream to come true
Wide awake you just sit alone there,
Waiting for a text from that one person,
Regretting the fact that you changed,
Sitting up and looking out of your window,
Knowing you are all alone,
Sulking in the deep darkness,
Letting creativity be painted in your hollow self,
Shedding tears at the turns your life takes,
Trying to explain how you won't be able to love the same,
Wishing a miracle happens to you,
Daydreaming this night about,
How it won't have been this way,
If only, you were friends with the only person in that room - You.
Khyati Sanger
51
Sweet Dreams
I dream not
For I live the dream
I could only dream
As a child
Dirty face, tousled hair
Alone on the streets
Left to myself, run wild
A home undivided
The comfort of food
Family, kind and mild
Friendships honest
At button's touch
Sweetly free of guile
The freedom
Of a woman grown
Experience and skill on file
The luxury of
My own sturdy house
Peace reigning all the while
I need not dream
But only wake
To home, by love beguiled
Kiku Koibito
52
Window to the Sea of Opportunity
It began with a dream.
It wasn’t long ago…
That she was locked away
in an attic with one window.
She somberly stared out that lonely view.
The vast, blue sea stretched for eternity.
In an instant, she knew
all answers to her opportunities
were just within her reach.
All she had to do was plant her two feet
on that promised land of a sandy beach.
“Open this window,”
she screamed and screeched,
but to her dismay,
she could not be reached.
She pleaded for help
as she looked to the sun,
yet around the room,
there stood no one.
Out of thin air,
Her father appeared.
He tried to coach her
back out of there.
She tried once more
with all of her might,
but that darn window
was wedged so tight.
“I want out!”
she screams and shouts.
“Out there,” pointing,
“The world is so clear!
The things that are possible,
yet not applied here.”
She looks up with hopeful eyes,
collapses to the floor and cries.
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Father approaches and says,
“Follow your intuition,
stay aware,
be on the lookout
for new opportunities
are everywhere;
But stay the search within,
because no man will fill
your deserted, abandoned hole.
All answers are only found
deep within your own soul.”
Kimberly Ann Murrmaid
54
Dreams
Stars plucked as apples from the sky.. Oh My!
Shall I take two, four, maybe five, would be so fine?.
Eyes reaching for the tangible way up high!
But my Soul ... My Soul I tell ya, aches to dive inside! To reach the
core of many heart's desires in dreams …
Dreams that touch, feather stroke smooth …Dreams that spark,
then set ablaze!
DREAMS ... Dreams ... WHOLE! Full ff Life! They pull me in at night
as I reach ... REACH deeply, with every intent of discern! Of it's
Wonder ... Magic ... Mysteries …
Born to please! Reach ... REACH! A bit harder, for these dreams are
magnificent…
Undying ... EVER TRUE! They live for You and You for Them..
DREAMS ... Dreams, Full of so much possibly ... Oh, Great Wonderful
Dreams, lying in wait…
Patiently ... Surely ... To become honest goals, with hopes of
transforming into realities ... Glorious, bountiful dreams!
LadyEvy Rodriguez
55
The Dream of People
The drama of people
Is the explosion of stardust
That paints the thinly veiled walls
Of the subconscious
Everyone has a story
Everyone has need
Everyone has need to grow up
But the Human Condition is real
Is heartbreaking
Is haunting
Voices that act like tracers in the heart of the Mind
Distant faded shouts of warning
But the life we live
Dictates the outcome
From the personality
The reality
We choose
The drama of people is a dream
Sometimes a nightmare
Sometimes not
Never really a fantasy
Because that's boring
Run
Stay
Change
Don't
Choice ...
The dream of people
Leah Lou
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Lucid I Dream
Lucid I dream
With the flow
In fluidity
Life's means
To an end
Never ends
It's futility
In vain,
Vanity is futile
Dare to dream
Once in a while
In dreams
You'll find hope
In tomorrows
And to be glad
Is like dreaming
Out loud
Without dreams
Life would be
Only sorrows
You can dream
Anywhere, anyhow
To believe, is to hope,
So dream everything
That you
Can possibly dream
Yes,
Because dreams
Are redeemable
It's never quite
As it seems
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And those dreams
That don't
As they often do
Started out as
Dreams once too...
I dream
In a dream
Just to dream
In a circle
Dreaming in dreams
About you
Lee Robertson
58
My Dreaming
Slowly as I wait for it to consume me
I think in my thoughts
Out loud in my actions
I can't sleep
So I can't dream
I must dream with my eyes
Opened up to the world
From a friend to a heart
I am thankful for me.
As time moves slowly in I cannot .
As I am always in my better thinking days
Dreams take me like a breath away.
Things I love for always and today.
Lion Love
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There
I find you in my dreams
A field of endless love
I rest my head on clouds
Pillows to my soul
Have the sky kiss my skin
And feel peacefulness within
Drift through the heavens
Moon and sun become one
A brilliant star
And there you are
I'll meet you there
In my dreams.
Lynn Clarke
60
Dream
No colours
No VIBGYOR
No rainbows in the sky
But feelings drench my mind
Like a soft music, playing in the wind
I'm obliged to my skin
I'm obliged to my tongue
I'm obliged to my hearing organ
I can smell anything
Even a drop of rain
Carries the flavour of wind
Sunrise has a meaning to me
Sunset is very different
They touch me, caress my skin
I can hear any whisper
Any sound in the air
I can see a moth in my mind's eye
I can feel the beauty of a butterfly
I can read the stories they write for me, with special
formulations designed for me
My world is like a hollow sky
My dreams play in thy only sky
My lights have gone out of my eyes
But I have dreams, dreaming you
on my side
I feel you, I touch you, I smell you
Like a blooming flower
Like a dream I see you always running with the air
Malay Nandy
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The Dream and the Story
Down the hazy valley, someone aptly told me a story
Lake, meadows, the sun that didn’t show up here today
Nothing was missing, except for my hands growing old,
And my clumsiness in picking the flowers and courting the heaven-sent
girl
I was about to plunge headforemost in light, when the demiurge,
Running the show, twisted it all up, earthquake in heaven,
Sent me on a trip among the leaping boys, over the geysers,
Boiling boys having nonstop fun and I was unaware I was young,
But that aging taste never left my throat, I wouldn’t let it
Dream was not a match for this old inward journey.
Then I was this beast on the prairie, wild from birth
A life prior to the bullet, impervious to dream,
Not dreaming at all, but ready to begin in the first motivated sleep
Other lifetimes I went through and not even once I was praised for
Being such a miracle, for having this tired flesh, these cracking joints
What a symphony underneath my meridian fabric, my skin…
The dream was getting worse as the story unfolded
I had to drop the latter and grab the first
You really don’t need a story when you are trying to live,
But no life is worth telling without a dream.
Marcos Henrique Silva
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Humanity's Dream
I once had a dream, where all was still and quiet
No war, no crime, no hatred, no burning cities, no riot
This dream had calmed my aching soul
Had tamed an untamed mind
This dream spread peace to all that wished
To live a life of kindness
No guns, no swords, no bombs, no terror
No poison, no envy, no lies
A dream so powerful amid such chaos
It soothed humanity's cries
Is there an answer to all we see
Here on our suffering lands
Is there a dream that can ease the pain
For it's humanity with blood on its hands
This dream I dreamed, humanity's dream
Keeps me locked away from reality
I refuse to live on this surface of death
Supporting this never ending calamity
If each of us could see this sorrow
Could dream humanity's dream
We may just be lucky enough to see tomorrow
And silence our world's weary scream
Humanity's dream, where all is still and quiet
No war, no crime, no greed, no lies
A distant dream but pure in your mind
Now close your eyes and try it ...
Marie Grossman
63
Drops of blood
Reaching the ground
Poppies blooming
Marilyn Ward
A dream like a reality
Where flows the river of intense emotions
Déjà vu? or reality like dream?
Maryam Mirza
then, rubbing my eyes
in the middle of this dream
how alive I am!
Ronald Bottelier
the certainty is
your life is an endless dream
death is just a nap
Fractled One
Dreams of summer heat
Shimmering like a mirage,
Visions almost there
Brian Hayes
White mansion I saw
Folded,wrapped and moved to shore
Hmmm...Oh what a dream!
Eunice Black
64
Always will be a Dream
Before I close my eyes and go to sleep
Just after I say my prayer of thanksgiving
I think of you and start wishing
That in my dreams you'll be visiting.
Illusions wrapped my mind,
Held my heart in its fists,
Brought me to a different world,
Where I had found my peace.
Fantasies showed me great wonders
That left me questions to ponder
Will this be another great nightmare?
Or this is just the answer to my heart's prayer?
Incredible paradise, indeed
That's where I am
Wanting never to rouse again
Wishing I'd be there, till the end.
But I have to get up and face reality
Believe that I can make it come true
But I think it's just my imagination's play
And forever as a dream it will stay.
Marina Balmaceda Paredes
65
Man of My Dreams
I awoke to an inception.
Seeming real yet not,
thoughts
And images assorted
In one lifetime,
A sort of mental
Collection.
It was like a scripted
Movie,
with award winning
Direction.
In the opening scene
I was as a runaway slave,
Escaping from a land
Of stone hearts and
Closed minds.
With no pressure to
Conform the gravity
Of transition transformed
A caterpillar to a butterfly
In the seasons of abstract
And sublime.
A sight that gave way
to possibility,
The past, present and
Future reflected like
A room full of mirrors
To eyes twice blind.
From the jaws of
Defeat I snatched
Victory and destiny.
I looked failure in
The eyes and told
It to remember me.
Vivid was the portrait
Of a fearless man
With great love, peace
And energy.
Still a man with flaws
But the DNA
On the scale of a balanced
Identity.
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A pillar of hope, A table
Of possibility.
A man of purpose
With goals set free.
A plainness with the
Depth of all the seven
Seas.
With great hesitation,
I questioned, who is this
Man?
So caught up in
Appearance, I wonder,
Who can he be?
Like the sands of time
With grains of truth
And lies entwined,
Minutes, moments, motivating
My mind moves through
The subconscious for
True signs that this is me.
Hoping desperately
Beyond theory.
The struggle to be,
Even makes the strongest
Soul weary.
Who wants the
picturesque to
become Dreary?
So as a man in stone,
I wonder is this
Garment sown
Together truly me?
Or is it,
A sort of man of my
Dreams.
Mel-Mel
67
Two Whole Hearts
Could I touch your soul ...
Without holding your hand ..
Could I reach your heart ...
To make you understand.
Could you get in my flow ...
Do you now sense my glow ...
Do you see as you read ...
What I want you to know.
Is my love to be felt ...
With invisible touch ...
Do you now see ...
I love you so much.
With my arms open wide ...
Could you climb up inside ...
When things get too much ...
Feel the love of my touch.
Warming your spirit ...
And soothing your soul ...
When two become one ...
Both hearts can feel whole.
Mikes Writes
68
The Waking Dream
Once upon a waking dream
I felt tomorrow's yesterday
Beheld what wasn't there to see
And heard the words you didn't say
I smelled the flowers, as they closed
And watched the sunset, as it rose
Then wrote with neither quill, nor scroll
This greatest story, never told
Milka Akinloye
69
Dream
Our strong dedication
as human creatures
Living in unison
while having different natures
Different in many ways,
traditions and cultures
As well as sizes and even colors
Still we are aiming for the highest form
to move without returning to this zone
Whatever may cause,
failures or successes
Everything well done
We strive for progression
Our soul, great quality enhancement
Providing our best
to create a masterpiece
Wherein our mind
becomes our equipment
And our heart dreams for art
Dream without end
We treasured, most wondered
Forever as we live
We always learned and believe
Oh! Dream!
You made us
to be artistic and creative …
Missy T.
70
Dream Efflux
The glowing memories of the sweet serene,
That softly welcomes me into their parlour.
That draws me to things I want to see,
And shows me all that my heart desires.
Of things that never happened in time,
Of things that could have changed their way.
And often moments that made me shine,
Those moments that made my day.
I watch that wondrous spell it casts on me,
Like a sudden sweet incantation.
It tells my mind to always be free,
All with life and vivification.
I ponder into those lovely dreams,
That flow through my heart and veins.
They will be conquered one day it seems,
I feel it in the heart it claims.
With every little joy a little boy could find,
Of every little detail my heart could find,
The sweet dreams devour me whole,
And takes a large part of my soul,
And all of this only in my mind.
I lay, as I watch my sweet dreams unfold.
Mitul Magu
71
Walk with Me
Walk through the garden of life, in awe of all its wonder
Listen to the song through the sounds of the birds.
Feel the kiss through the gentle brush of the wind,
Capture the mystery of its hues and hold them near.
Savor the essence of this magical place and remember why
you’re here
All reminders of an undying love, through the hot glaring
sun that lights our way
It’s here where dreams are born. Not in the unconscious
mind, but in your everyday.
Look around and experience the miracle of you.
A palette in your hand to create and arrange with
vibrancy, the depth dependent on your will
You are the song, the wind, the color, the fragrance and
the fire.
Mona (Mona Castillo)
72
Broken Dream
The tree branches scrape and claw and clutch
To reach a sky they cannot touch
Silently they groan and scream
To realize their lofty dream
If only we could know their pain
To grow and stretch, and grow again
But never be what they can be
Or reach the heights their eyes can see
We'd lovingly take them in our arms
And promise them they'd have no harm
But instead, we trim and hack
Cut and prune and hold them back
Until the tree obediently complies
To do what makes us satisfied
Stand in the yard, straight and neat
And give us respite from the heat
The leaves should look pretty to passers by
And when we gaze at it, we should sigh
To have such a beautiful tree
Being what we want it to be
Nina Tozzi
73
Dream
“Dreams with People we used to Love and Know”
I've been dreaming all the time
Even when I am not sleeping
Had so lovely dreams
Few bad ones;
Inserted in good dreams and someone’s
Sundaes with vanilla and strawberry creams.
Maybe some dream
Are only a stage between
Few moments before wake up;
After all, it is only an omnific life.
Enigmatic and magnetic
Forms to be alive.
Enjoyment at all.
People that go to another dimension,
Others that keep calm and in a true life
I saw them deep in happiness
Doing a meditation
They know why the reason.
Then,
It's time to write:
Dreams are a fusion,
Sometimes in cloudy sleeping confusion,
Sometimes they come and go
Returning in the night
So many times
Just like
Could be the life
In another dimension
In another illusion.
Oswaldo Alano Scipião Moreira
74
Dreams.
The dreams, hopes of realization, I step forward to the
future, to create, model and build that dream.
I give it my entire being and I start feeling with more
strength how my blood flows, the force in my muscles; my
mind fills up with thousands of branches that blossom
with every idea that passes by.
The first dream allows that another dream grows up,
changing motivation into hope, which switches on the
motor of life. I cannot fulfill myself as a thinking entity
or as a being with feelings without a dream.
A palette of bright colours passes by my retina. The
movement of real things, that one which has life.
The dream begins to define itself, taking many shapes and
I am aware, my neurons decode the process that leads to
the dream to be installed in me.
So, my mind, my heart, my body capture the energy that
arises when the molecules interact to the innate hope,
appears as a lightning, penetrates me, brewing a new
dream that keeps me alive.
Patricia Picardi
75
A Lifetime Of Mildew.
I awoke from a dream, or did it waken from me?
The silence of order, dusty shelves of mystery.
I walked through written words of past memories,
running through the depths of my mind
I find hidden behind veils that once stalked me.
I enter.
Unfolding my life between lines I would write,
records of time, through Life's staining ink blots
I sit myself down in the shadows, stare at old youth,
thinking forgiveness could swallow all pain.
In scratched grain of those tables, there lay my truth
where the ink and a tear, held the fears back in vain.
Each book echoes their shelf lives, all penned from my blood.
Times spent in joy, or woeful disasters.
Sunlight burst through breaking shadows where I sit,
the dusty air danced as waltzing blood pressure sways,
from the pages of aged manuscripts,
untranslated, unread, unloved now decaying.
Younger visions there saw me, their faces alarmed!
In the blink of my eye this old ghost sat alone.
How fast my life faded watching Frustration meet Charm
in a lifetime of mildew, out of tune, needing tone.
I take a book from the Shelf that keeps drawing my eye.
Say, "Farewell," from the heart to names carved in my hardbacks.
I return to the Nowhere, my unkempt state of mind
to open this book of blank pages, rewrite recent past tracks,
as the old daydreamer keeps looking way back.
I was in need of some space, to my library
Paul Murphy
76
Poets Do It in Rhyme
No matter how long it takes
or how much noise it makes,
as long as they have got the time
poets do it in rhyme.
Some of them may even sing
or do another great thing,
if it costs them their very last dime,
poets do it in rhyme.
Whenever he says: I love you
and she answers: yes, I do,
whereupon the wedding bells chime,
poets do it in rhyme.
Their language may sometimes seem odd
so you don't understand a lot
but even though some of them mime,
poets do it in rhyme.
Peter Bouchier
77
My Dream for Every Child
Every child needs to feel welcomed.
Every child needs to feel blessed.
Let’s fill our world with loving thoughts.
Let’s get rid of all the mess!
Hatred is destroying nations.
It’s harming hearts and souls.
We must create a planet of oneness.
It’s the only way to go!
Welcome, welcome, little child,
I’m glad that you are here!
Let’s break down walls that separate.
Let’s rid our world of fear.
Love can end our need for weapons.
It can heal and create anew.
If we help and support each other,
There is nothing we can’t do!
Every girl needs to feel welcomed,
And so does every boy.
Every child longs to be greeted
With loving, accepting eyes.
Let’s rid our hearts of hatred.
Let’s rid our thoughts of lack.
There is plenty here for everyone!
Let’s show gratitude for that!
Welcome, welcome, little child,
I’m glad that you are here!
Let’s break down walls that separate.
Let’s rid our world of fear.
Love can end our need for weapons.
It can heal and create anew.
If we help and support each other,
There is nothing we can’t do!
Robert Murchison
78
Dream Book
I lay my head on my pillow
As my words float above me, keeping me up!
My pen is by my bedside table
But my body refuses to comply with the words that float on by
I focus my mind on the words hoping to seduce them on the
pages of my book
I’m a poet who refuses to close off my creativity box and rest
like humanity demands I should
Sleep is filled with dreams but I dream while I am awake
Dreams are my constant companion and at nights my words
are up exercising
A word falls on my lips and my book now has a first line
Word after word my lips become heavy
But my eyes refuse to close until my book is filled
Dreaming about completing this book, I refuse to give in
As the sun wakes up my words prepare to take their rest
My book is complete and I now close my eyes
Time to sleep, free of dreams.
Saccheen Poetic Laing
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From Darkness
like a dream, at the moment of awareness
I form an understanding that every moment
is an opportunity, to live my version of how I'm blessed.
what I have, need and must invent.
From darkness, I feel something that does not feel me back.
I cannot see how I'm bound, so I live to free myself
from its pitch black hold, void of sound.
Like a dream an imprint of an illusion on my mind
my thoughts are reflections of light and warmth
I find with each stifled movement towards the light
From the veils of darkness come light. With each veil removed
a shade of grey remains, each shade lighter than the veil before.
Like a dream I reach out for something not yet visible,
ethereal perhaps, elusive for sure.
As fragments of light combine like tiny tufts of down
my world becomes visible as objects in the light
reflect colors as they form before my eyes
for the first time I see my body as I emerge
from the torn and silken vessel that once was my demise
With beautiful splendor the sun rises, reflecting
glimmers of orange and flutters of yellow upon me
while a gentle breeze casts brown and greens
on leaves and trees around me
Abandoning my tethered shell a breeze
gently unfolds my Gossamer trail
I circle my former confines with grace
wind fills my new found sails
and carries me away
no time to waste
Sammy Clemons
80
Free
Like grains of sand,
my dreamer's dreams
Once firmly held
to all come true
They slowly slip away,
it seems
As are my years
Left but a few
And so I ponder
back in time
Where dreams were beaches,
infinite
Where life unveiled
in simple rhyme
Each love the best
I e'er had
In endless possibilities
My youth a lotus,
petals bare
Carried over ponds
and seas
Prepared to travel
anywhere
I lived the years
and made them count
Enjoyed each journey
to the max
My many coasts reached
would astound
Though still I never
could relax
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Relentless waves would
push me on
One dream lies waiting
to be found
A mere glance just,
at where I'd gone
To then set off
to where I'm bound
To know I'm destined
for the truth
had been my compass
all along
For finally only that
would soothe
"reality" which seemed
so wrong
A dream that carries truth
within
Like oysters cherishing
their pearls
In finding it I can
begin...
Yet suddenly the system
swirls
The end rapidly drawing
near
My dream-truth still
nowhere in sight
Confronted now with
freezing fear
This journey does not end
in light?
I halt and breathe,
let it sink in
I'm trapped
in this reality?
Accept defeat,
I cannot win
I'm not my dream...
My dream is me!
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Eyes closed, a sigh,
a simple smile
Yes, all my travels
were worthwhile
I now am home,
and finally free!
Saskia Jonker
83
Dreams of Life
Dreams of the life are best as cream,
flowing in the brain from heart stream.
How can you leave the task you keep
implanted thoughts in heart so deep
nursing well the seed rooted in deep
remember, as you'll sow so will reap
Dreams of the life are best as cream,
flowing in the brain from heart stream.
No one will take you to your goal but dream
nothing will shape your personality but dream
keep alive and nourish well to thoughts you dream
working vigorously you'll achieve your dream.
Dreams of the life are best as cream,
flowing in the brain from heart stream.
Dreams are not, what you see something in night
these are thoughts, emerged in the heart so bright
dreams are always seen with open eyes in day light
the alive burning thoughts always remain in thy sight.
Dreams of the life are best as cream,
flowing in the brain from heart stream.
How intense your thoughts would be
how mammoth can you dream about
how stimulant confined your deeds are
will decide your next achievement loud.
Dreams of the life are best as cream,
flowing in the brain from heart stream.
Fulfill your dream to see your life fine
you make thy hay while the Sun shines
sincere churning of thoughts vigorously
will make the life as happy as happiness of Divine.
Dreams of the life are best as cream,
flowing in the brain from heart stream.
Satish Srivastava
84
Touch Down
As the plane touches down,
I ask myself, "Who am I again?"
A question that naturally arises from being in another city and
becoming anyone you want for a few days.
I am not Japanese, Mormon, a Christian.
I am not Ivy League, a Nerd, a Meathead.
I am no stereotype.
"Who am I?"
I am not that scared little boy that stood at the plate shaking my
knees.
I am not the powerless kid, who cried himself to sleep each night
listening the screams and yelling.
I am not the defective reject that no girl ever wanted.
"Who am I?"
I've created myself. Overcome everything to display what the
world wants to see.
A chameleon of sorts, taught that his needs are burdensome,
unwanted and inconvenient.
A ghost, hidden in plain sight.
"True, but who am I really?"
A loving father, who protects and provides and cares deeply.
A man, strong but tender, weak and vulnerable.
A lonely soul, searching for his way in the world, seeking to be
loved.
Scott Izu
85
Shooting Star
Like a twinkling star
Who saw you from afar
I became entranced
When you did glance
At me thrusting me
Into your center of gravity
Pulling me towards
Your love where I died
In a blazing trail of ecstasy
That lit up the night sky
...shooting star
Skylark Hatee
86
I Dream to Touch the Sky One Day
Challenges shall no more hear a ‘NAY’,
‘Cause I felt my soul whisper to me and say;
Even if severe drudgery comes midway,
I may succeed to touch the sky one day.
I sleep in the clouds, dream in the sky,
I'll keep aspiring as life drives by,
I want to be like palm tree high,
Ride about the loftiness and fly;
And in my journey I shan’t lie,
‘Cause in the long run flatteries die.
I think my dreams keep me sane,
I dream of happiness of a life without pain,
no matter what the society might all say...
Keep your dreams but don't dream them away,
‘Cause even if severe drudgery comes midway,
We may succeed to touch the sky one day.
Sukanya Mallik
87
Poet’s Dream
Dream across the landscape of your life
Brush held firm, paint the sunset
Paint the moonlit glow of a thousand stars
Paint the gust of wind that tussles your hair
Paint your blushed cheeks and your coy smile
Paint them tenderly across the still horizon
Make it come to life and weep with passionate song
For this is what life means –
To feel, to touch, to dream
And poets rise among the ashes of discontent
They paint beauty’s lingering scent
While others barely dream.
Sumyanna Writes
88
Easy Dreams
Soothe me softly
Gorgeous dream
And make
My troubled mind
Serene
Calm me
With your
Gentle kiss
And bring to me
My fondest wish
Of calming waves
And setting Sun
So I may know
My day is done
And as I sleep
Beneath the moon
Relaxing
To your peaceful
Tune
I'll know you've flown
My cares away
For, at least
Another day
The Roxy Chicken
89
Death Dream
I dream of falling down
Off a cliff
Into the depth of a dream.
Falling faster and faster.
The speed of light
Where time slows down.
Into the depths
Of time and space
Getting closer and closer
Each time this dream
To that point
A singularity
Awakening before I land.
Into this light I wake
Still alive
To dream again.
Thunder Cloud Jern
90
Of Roses and Regrets
Carved, sacred marble; its lines curved
By hands of those whose eyes do gleam
With accorded hopes in futures reserved
For ones who foresee stale loves. To forsake
Such fates! "They are earned, not deserved",
Quoth they who shape the stone and spake
How we may wake and keep a dream.
And truth be told, no tear did fall,
But rather emptied was the stream
When hammer last struck blunted awl,
And they looked the look of some regretting;
To oglers, meanings are but small.
They gaze the figure - thoughtless - forgetting
How we may wake and keep a dream.
Ah! dreary is this deepest sorrow! -
Why dost thou and night form such a team?
Why dost thou take instead of borrow
Time from days better served healing?
I recall now - and will on the morrow -
Those sculptor's means of revealing
How we may wake and keep a dream.
Timothy McNeil
91
I Live this Life
I live this life, but I dream of another
One more than myself
One full of wonder
For I am downcast and I'm feeling weary
As I try to go on
Though my heart is leery
My mind is a wonder, still holding on
Despite the storm
It keeps me strong
Always thinking one day things will change
My dreams well come true
My life won't be the same
Yet I continue down this unknown path
The one of doom
Which holds my wrath
I know I'll perish without a cause
Dying in my desperation
Caught in its jaws
This world, it's full of hate and shame
We trudge in the darkness
We go through so much pain
And when it is finished going around
It will start right back up
Dragging us down
Toshi J
92
Indescribable
I've never heard music so beautiful
Indescribable
Where did this tune come from?
Who sent it to me?
Angels taking me away
So beautiful they melt my heart
Into bliss and Peace
A dream
That I never could have created
Transformation Earth
93
I Dreamed a Dream
I dreamed a dream
In the depth of night
I dreamed a dream
In broad daylight
Of a storm in history
Back months twelve
Destruction all over
Souls searching for cover
Of three independent souls
With picture perfect goals
Tales yet untold
Rhymes more precious than gold
Of three different faiths
Touched with same wraith
Bound as one
Full of love and fun
Of three different cultures
Dreaming the same pictures
An example of humanity
With the same mentality
Of a refuge perfect
Created by three
Where one can roam free
Let love sweetly connect
They named it a dream
A dream, a poet's dream
A home for everyone
A place for love and fun
Zero a year back
Now moving on track
Touching every heart
With unique poetic art
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A dream of three
Almost 4000 to see
With pens dancing free
Letting sweet words flee
The base is authenticity
They all stick on originality
They live through poetry
A perfect poetic sanctuary
Love is all they have
Friendly they all behave
First anniversary they now reach
A place to learn and teach
Happy, a family of poets
From around the globe
Let glasses now toast
To eternal love with hope
A dream I dreamed
In the depth of night
A dream I dreamed
In broad daylight
Usaid Ali
95
Destroy The Dream
Lying on the couch like it is l98l,
we are going to recall protest songs
and live the dream,
… whatever happened to the dream?
Black men marched in the south.
L.A. burned. Four students were shot
at Kent State. Vietnam divided the USA,
…whatever happened to the dream?
More wars were fought. Globalization
divided the world. John Lennon was shot.
L.A. burned. 9/ll filled the skies.
…whatever happened to the dream?
Mission Accomplished! The weapons
of mass destruction are ours. I can’t breathe!
Black lives matter. Muslim lives matter.
We are going to protest and break the dream,
… whatever happened to the dream?
Victor at Broadview
96
Rhinoman: A dream hero
Done with hectic job
Tired and all drained,
Close my eyes now
I start on dreaming.
A bright colorful day
Monsters terrorizing,
People running all over
Screaming and crying;
Then enters a hero
Ya! It's me, Rhinoman,
Run hard and harder
Ready to punch them;
Then a tearing sound
Oops! Stitches tear apart,
I am now all nude
Monsters are laughing;
Laughing with them a baby
He too joining the party.
I smile at the kid
And take off his nappy,
Laughing turns to crying
Joker turns to hero;
As I punch them down
And save all lives,
It's time for recognition
I'm ready for a honor;
This time I'm all dressed
With no margin of error,
Just then a dream breaks
And again it's time for job.
Vikas Singh
97
Empty, but of Dreams
My world is empty -
But there are shadows
Shades which linger-
linger from dream-time.
No touch, no feel; ghosts.
Peek into another life -
Unaware, unconscious
confident of consciousness
in unconscious perception.
Just as sure, we awake
conscious, yet unaware
Innate unawareness masked
By an unconscious world.
Aware or unaware, dreaming -
Which together makes us
Blind to unawareness,
But yet, we dream
William Wylde
98
I Have A Dream
I had a dream
A dream so hopeful
It dazzled me
A dream of possibilities
With beauty so profound
I awakened breathless
A dream so profound
I feel remiss if I didn’t
Share it with you
Because you’re in it
Yes I dreamt of you
And you were not alone
You were surrounded
By a field of Golden Hearts
But yours glowed brightest
I dreamt your heart
Twinkled back to life
Began pumping love again
Yours was the first
First pump to jump
Inspiring all the others
Love was everywhere
Everyone felt it
Everyone loved it
In my dream
We all learned
And it all began
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With the Love of Self
Such a love cannot
Ever be contained
People were hugging everyone
Love of Self was infectious
Love spread as an epidemic
In my dream
Love was everywhere
Hugs replaced fists
Kisses replaced lies
Smiles replaced scowls
In my beautiful dream
Zenon Earth
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Index of First Lines
A dream like a reality (Maryam Mirza) ..................................................................................... 63
A dream of my lost love (Fatima Bukhari) ................................................................................ 25
Afar (Graça Costa) ................................................................................................................................ 29
After decades of (Farah Percival) ................................................................................................. 25
After my death (Anjali De Nandi) .................................................................................................. 3
A liquid field (Brandon Wann) ........................................................................................................ 7
Am I awake or (Allan Ball) ................................................................................................................ 2
And I danced (Kartika Admadja) ................................................................................................... 45
And so I dreamed as Poets do (Garry Spooner) ......................................................................... 27
As darkness falls across the lands (E L Hewitt) ...................................................................... 17
As I drift along (Gutter Punk Poet) ............................................................................................... 31
As night falls … I reach out for you (EqCi) ................................................................................ 19
As long as (Heike Wolf-Mueller) ..................................................................................................... 32
As the plane touches down (Scott Izu) .......................................................................................... 84
As you sit in your dark room at night (Khyati Sanger) ....................................................... 50
Beethoven's sonata N°14, 'Moonlight' (Diane Hughes) ........................................................... 14
Before I close my eyes and go to sleep (Marina Balmaceda Paredes) ............................. 64
Can’t you see the beauty of dreaming (Evelyn Elizabeth) ................................................... 21
Carved, sacred marble; its lines curved (Timothy McNeil) ................................................ 90
Caught in the Currents of the Wind (Kelly Rose Saccone) ................................................... 47
Challenges shall no more hear a ‘NAY’ (Sukanya Mallik) .................................................. 86
Could I touch your soul (Mikes Writes) ....................................................................................... 67
Darkness descends, dreamscapes return (John Griffin) ..................................................... 37
Done with hectic job (Vikas Singh) ................................................................................................ 96
Down the hazy valley, someone aptly told me a story (Marco Henrique Silva) ........ 61
Dream across the landscape of your life (Sumyanna Writes) ........................................... 87
Dreamers dreamed of a better life (Greg Holmes) .................................................................. 30
Dreams come from your heart (Dreaming Soul) ...................................................................... 16
Dreams of life are best as cream (Satish Srivastava) ........................................................... 83
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Dreams of Summer Heat (Brian Hayes)....................................................................................... 63
Drops of Blood (Marilyn Ward) ....................................................................................................... 63
Every child needs to feel welcomed (Robert Murchison) ..................................................... 77
Exhausted in mind, body and spirit (Joanne Dragonheart) ............................................... 36
Flying in the starry sky, my wings began burning (Helena Dias) ................................... 33
His cold snout touches (FaizaK) ...................................................................................................... 22
Hot desire sizzles against cold reality (Aalia Khan Yousafzai) ...................................... 1
I awoke from a dream, or did it waken from me (Paul Murphy) ..................................... 75
I dream not (Kiku Koiboto) ............................................................................................................... 51
I dream of falling down (Thunder Cloud Jern) ........................................................................ 89
I dreamed a dream (Usaid Ali) ........................................................................................................ 93
I find you in my dreams (Lynn Clarke) ....................................................................................... 59
I had a dream (Zenon Earth) ............................................................................................................ 98
I lay my head on my pillow (Saccheen Poetic Laing) ............................................................ 78
I live this life, but I dream of another (Toshi J) ..................................................................... 91
I once had a dream, where all was still and quiet (Marie Gorssman) ........................... 62
I awoke to an inception (Mel-Mel) .................................................................................................. 65
I wished upon black velvet, lit with light (Elusive Me) ....................................................... 18
I’ve been dreaming all the time (Oswaldo Alano Scipião Moreira) ................................ 73
I’ve never heard music so beautiful (Transformation Earth) ........................................... 92
If I could create (John Martin) ....................................................................................................... 39
In a dream 'pon thy brow, a dead leaf (Kenneth Wisseman) .............................................. 48
In the dream that I once had (Ben Förtner) ............................................................................... 6
It began with a dream (Kimberly Ann Murrmaid) ................................................................ 52
It’s a mystery (Jason Price) ............................................................................................................. 35
It’s been an epoch (Cherry A) ........................................................................................................... 9
It’s strange what the mind records (Jonathan Collins) ....................................................... 42
Life is full of so many complexities (John Slater) ................................................................. 41
Like a dream, at the moment of awareness (Sammy Clemons) ......................................... 79
Like a twinkling star (Skylark Hatee) ........................................................................................ 85
Like grains of sand (Saskia Jonker) ............................................................................................. 80
Lovely poetess (Ero Zeno) ................................................................................................................... 21
Lucid I dream (Lee Robertson) ........................................................................................................ 56
Lying on the couch like it is l98l (Victor at Broadview) ...................................................... 95
Most say dreams are fleeting (Julian Elliott-Drouin) .......................................................... 43
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My world is empty (William Wylde) ............................................................................................. 97
No colours (Malay Nandy) ................................................................................................................ 60
No love washed on the shore (Chris Smith) ............................................................................... 10
No matter how long it takes (Peter Bouchier) .......................................................................... 76
Once upon a waking dream (Milka Akinloye) .......................................................................... 68
Our elders plant the seeds of dreams (David Stewart) ......................................................... 12
Our strong dedication (Missy T.) .................................................................................................... 69
Resting I close my blue eyes (Dianne Woodin) ......................................................................... 15
She came to me by night (Ink Stitution) ..................................................................................... 34
She dreams of equality in a man’s world (Australka25) .................................................... 4
Slowly as I wait for it to consume me (Lion Love) .................................................................. 58
Soothe me softly (The Roxy Chicken) ........................................................................................... 88
Stars plucked as apples from the sky.. Oh My! (LadyEvy Rodriguez) ........................... 54
Take wing, my Dove, my Love, My Life (David Palmer) ...................................................... 11
The Certainty is (Fractled One) ...................................................................................................... 63
The drama of people (Leah Lou) ..................................................................................................... 55
The dreams, hope of realization, I step forward to the (Patricia Picardi) .................. 74
The glowing memories of the sweet serene (Mitul Magu) ................................................... 70
The tree branches scrape and claw and clutch (Nina Tozzi) ............................................. 72
Then, Rubbing my Eyes (Ronald Bottelier) ................................................................................ 63
Under a moonlit sky (Karen Hines) .............................................................................................. 44
Walk through the garden of life, in awe of all its wonder (Mona Castillo) ................. 71
What Dreams may come when dark night summons (Genevieve Sarpong) ................. 28
When the paths would seem to be at end (Ayushi Agrawal) .............................................. 5
White mansion I saw (Eunice Black)............................................................................................. 63
Winter (CB Fall) ..................................................................................................................................... 8
You’ve got me spinning (Kayla Rose) ........................................................................................... 46
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Poet’s Dream
