Fields Of Fantasy
As we walk through
our fields of fantasy
that our hearts desire,
a place where our tormented soul
can at times retire
to breathe the cool
refreshing mountain air.
A place we go
out of the destructive hues
to lull our senses
into gentle platitudes.
The imaginary summer
of our fateful dreams
with romantic overlays
beyond the encroaching world
on our fields of fantasy
perched on clouds
of fluffy white down.
22 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Summer Lady
Loving you this way
Has made my tired heart sing
Lady, you touch my soul
With all the love you bring
Being so close to you
Is where I want to be
Dont turn your smile away
Dont break my fantasy
Summer lady
You look good to me
Summer lady
Youre my fantasy
Seeing your presence near
Every time I wake
My life would be incomplete
If I didnt have you there
Summer lady
You look good to me
Summer lady
Youre my fantasy
Bridge
Solo
Laying here in my room
With all my worldly things
Dont make up for all my dreams
Of you in my fantasy
Summer lady
You look good to me
Summer lady
Youre my fantasy
Summer lady
You look good to me
Summer lady
Youre my fantasy
Please dont take my dreams away
Oh, summer lady
song performed by by Santana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Between My Horse's Wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse's wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse's wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse's wings
Between My Horse's Wings (Expanded)
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings
Between My Horse's Wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings
poem by Horse Poet
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From abroad [Din străinătate]
When everybody's happy, when benefits are pouring,
When people are delighted and spend their time with style,
Only a soul is crying, only a soul is longing
For its enchanting homeland with fields that always smile.
That heart, which is despondent and feels the irritation,
That soul, which suffers greatly and sings its silent song,
Is my own heart, which finds no peace, no consolation,
Is my own soul, which burns with yearning all along.
I'd like to see my birthplace, that dale I held so dearly
Along which flows a river with waters clear and cold,
To see what made me happy and what I loved sincerely:
The shadow of the forest, its labyrinth of old;
And once again to welcome the shanties in the valley,
Which used to look so peaceful in that relaxing place,
Where they could breathe in secret and the sweet pleasures tally,
The mystic dreams, the whispers, the poems full of grace.
I wish I had a silent and tiny house, enticing,
There, in my native valley, where flowers are ablaze,
To watch the stately mountain how in the sky is rising
Until its top is hidden by clouds and gloomy haze.
To see once more the flatlands so beautiful and lively,
Which weaved my childhood white days and filled me with much awe,
Which heard my childish whisper and which respected highly
The games I played as youngster and everything they saw.
The wailing of the river, its tuneful rapid flowing,
The concert of the birdies, with their unruly tweet,
The leaves, which rustled nicely, the shiver that was growing,
Aroused in me a yearning affectionate and sweet.
I'd like to have the fortune to fill my old desire
To see my lovely homeland, the birthplace of my soul,
And utter many blessings with my mind full of fire
And praise my childhood visions, the visions of a goal.
Even the death, this creature which makes the people fearful
And gives them chilly shivers and covers them with shrouds,
Would lull me there and soothe me and make me calm and cheerful
And wrapped in dreams would lift me up in the fluffy clouds.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Oceans Of Fantasy
My world is filled with oceans
Oceans of fantasy
The never never land of emotions
Come down and follow me
Youll see the secret places
Where all the rivers end
And pirate ships of old
Filled with diamonds and with gold
Just waiting for a friend
All you can hear is the music of stillness
And pure harmony
Magical mirrors reflecting the light
That colors the sea
Youll be surrounded by angel like creatures
Who tend to your dreams
Deeper and deeper you fall in a trance
Much more real
Much more real than it seems
Come share with me the oceans
Oceans of fantasy
Where you can lose your soul forever
Like in a melody
Oceans of fantasy, oceans of fantasy
Oceans of fantasy, oceans of fantasy
My world is filled with oceans
Oceans of fantasy
The never never land of emotions
Come down and follow me
song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Fantasy Girl (Song Lyric) :
If you mislead me girl.
Mislead me in the wrong direction.
Please feed me girl.
Feed me with a little protection.
You're my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough for me.
You're my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough to see.
You're my fantasy girl.
And I will see you in my dreams..
If you see me girl.
Heading in the wrong direction.
Please protect me girl.
Protect me with your deepest affection.
You're my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough for me.
Your my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough to see.
You're my fantasy girl.
And I will see you in my dreams..
If you stop me girl.
From going in the wrong direction.
Please stop me girl.
You have my deepest authorization.
You're my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough for me.
You my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough to see.
You're my fantasy girl.
And I will see you in my dreams.
If you love me girl.
Love me, with your loving desires.
Please love me girl.
Love me, with a love that will lift me higher.
'Cause you're my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough for me.
Yo're my fantasy girl.
And that's not enough to see.
Your my fantasy girl.
And I will see you in my dreams.
I will see you in my dreams..
Song-Lyric-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Fantasy World
living in this fantasy world
where whatever you thought of
'you could do.'
and all your dreams would follow you.'
if you dreamt of all the riches in the world
you would start off with a pearl.
then the beauties of the diamonds
rubies, sapphires and emeralds
would all follow suit.
silver and gold to boot.
you could go into any career that you want
whether it was a doctor, lawyer, scientist
or even a gymnast you could do.
it all depended upon you.
there are so many options in this fantasy world
to do, or become whatever your heart would desire.
but! it still would not put out the fire.
most all of these are material things
but love 'it could not bring'.
it could not give you what was
truely in your heart and soul.
and that was 'someone for you to hold.'
the heart and soul is together like a mother
and a child
and they'll be together for a very long while.
treat them gently, treat them with care
then all your wonders, they will share.
they'll show you all the emotions
that come in this life
from heartaches to struggles and strife.
the most important feelings that
the heart and soul will show
is the love that will flourish and grow.
this you will not find in your fantasy world
for love is much richer
than your diamonds and pearls.
love grows from deep within your heart and soul
the most glorious wonder to behold.
so step out of that fantasy world and
come into the light
that will take you on the most fantastic flight.
you will see what all others have discovered
that for you, there is a lover.
poem by Louis Rams
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Cotton Fields
When i was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had to walk a long long way to town
Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on
Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions
I gonna want to be right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When i got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you
A summer's day out in california
It's gonna be those cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
Give me them cotton fields
(it was back in louisiana)
Let me hear it for the cotton fields
(just about a mile from texarkana)
You know that there's just no place like home
Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home
You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how i grown
In them old cotton fields back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Self Defence
I view not with my earthly eyes
the scented fields of paradise.
A self deluding fantasy
I see that which I want to see.
A panorama of delight
a riverside bathed in sunlight.
A place of peace and harmony
where I can set my sprit free
A place where I am sure to find
a solace and my peace of mind.
For here no evil can exist.
This is a place that I persist
in visiting when I’m distressed
To let my troubled spirit rest.
1-Aug-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fields Of Gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
Well forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
Well walk in the fields of gold
Well walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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a Fantasy Re-lived
A once upon a time
Live fantasy insulated me
Just as on that evening when
It diluted misery to its last dreg
Dissolving it in the scent of
Freshly watered grass
And the melting sun
Twilight shadows
Played upon the eager skin
Till darkness descended
To breathe life into your hands
That picked the water droplets
Off my faltering feet
How we’re cut off from
The physicality of the surroundings
Even the gardener, reduced to a dot
In the fading light of the sun
Only the scent we had absorbed
Wafting around…
That fairytale fantasy
Came to be seated by me
On this dark cement bench
Yes, I relived every moment
Of that once upon a time fantasy
On this summer evening
Under a flickering bulb…
10 Apr 2011
06.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Your Poetry
You ask me what I like
About your Poetry?
Everything about it
Is so Beautiful,
So Wonderful,
So Ethereal ~
As the Lover’s
Fantasy…
The way you dedicate
Your poems to me
In your dreams and
Reveries of
Fantasising me…
I feel Beautiful,
Wonderful and
Ethereal ~
Just the way you
Want me to be!
Your poems beautify me
Your fantasies edify me…
You win me over with your
Renderings of romantic poetry.
I am all yours…
Your poetry seems to say.
Let this not be a Fantasy.
Hope one day, I’ll be yours
Truly yours, only yours,
Forever yours…
Life is a Fiction and a Fantasy.
May be, I’ll remain yours,
Not only through this Life.
But in soul, spirit and matter
For aeons together…
Beyond death, beyond time.
You and I merged into
The Oneness of Eternity.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Memory Of A Red Strawberry
remember me as summer
better still a refreshing summer wind
from a green mountain
remember me as summer
summer strawberry
red, red strawberries
from your fingers to your
mouth to your tongue
sweet, sour, and luscious,
remember me, better remember me
as summer, wind, green mountain,
strawberry, red and luscious
staying in the grassy fields of your
heart and mind
remember me as past summer wind
as a mountain gone, as grass wilting,
as strawberry consumed
each flesh digested all within
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fantasy
Maurice white, eddie delbarrio & verdine white
Every man has a place, in his heart theres a space,
And the world cant erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, right away
And we will live together, until the twelfth of never
Our voices will ring forever, as one
Every thought is a dream, rushing by in a stream,
Bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, miles away
Our voices will ring together until the twelfth of never,
We all, will live forever, as one
Come see victory, in the land called fantasy
Loving life, a new decree,
Bring your mind to everlasting liberty
Our minds will explore together, old worlds, we conquer, forever
We then, will expand love together, as one
Come to see, victory in a land called fantasy,
Loving life, for you and me, to behold, to your soul is ecstasy
You will find, other kind, that has been in search for you,
Many lives has brought you to
Recognize its your life, now in review
And as you stay for the play, fantasy, has in store for you,
A glowing light will see you through
Its your day, shining day, all your dreams come true
As you glide, in your stride with the wind, as you fly away
Give a smile, from your lips, and say
I am free, yes Im free, now Im on my way
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Those Green Fields Of Kilmeedy
Those green fields of Kilmeedy I do remember still
They meet the gorse and bracken at the foot of Clara hill
A place of peace and beauty with mountains all around
Scarce touched by man's pollution where Nature's joys abound.
Even in summer in Kilmeedy the dawn comes with a chill
But skylark he is piping above the bracken hill
Through Spring and through the Summer he sings all through the day
And I fancy I can hear him o'er mountains far away.
The robin he is piping on flowering hawthorn tree
Across the miles of distance his music comes to me
And dunnock on the hedgerow and dipper in the stream
And song thrush piping gaily on ash by old bohreen.
All through the Spring and Summer the wildering flowers are seen
But green fields of Kilmeedy not always quite so green
In November and December the winds of Winter blow
And January and February bring frost and sleet and snow.
In mid March in Kilmeedy the first wildflowers appear
And weather still quite chilly though days of bloom are near
But April brings her blossoms and leaves behind her green
And May comes o'er the mountain the summer beauty queen.
Those green fields of kilmeedy I see them every day
And I hear the skylark piping o'er hillsides far away
And dunnock on the hedgerow and the dipper in the stream
And those green fields of Kilmeedy have never looked so green.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ode to a Yellow Butterfly
The Yellow Butterfly
The butterfly rested on the ground
Near the spot of water it had found
A place where a refreshing bit
Of moisture would surely be
Necessary for this flight of fantasy
A flight over many miles
Of deserts, mountains, and steamy tracks
To be passed beneath it on its way
For a date with others in Nature's sway.
With a flutter of the wings
A pumping action begins
That moves the refreshing dip
To recharge the butterfly for the trip.
Then once again the process begins
With a drum roll of spreading wings
The coiled proboscis carefully put in place
And six legs touching earth in a final embrace,
Waiting for a gentle breeze
To lift him above the trees
And off to places yet unknown
The yellow butterfly goes alone.
poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Acting is not about anything romantic, not even fantasy, although you do create fantasy.
quote by James Earl Jones
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Fantasy
To find my love
I just close my eyes.
And feel her touch
Return to me.
A flame re lit
Before goodbyes.
For all our joys
- Are fantasy.
To feel her lips
Touch mine so true.
I'm lost
In moon blue reverie.
Escaping from this human zoo.
Where my hopes
Still breathe
- In fantasy.
To hold her close
That we are one.
And taste the fruit
From love's own tree.
Two hearts to pump
One blood to run.
And course through veins
- Of fantasy.
poem by Kevin East
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My Fantasy
My fantasy is of you
Please make my dream come true
My fantasy is of you
as I call your name out of the blue
When I close my eyes
I can see you with a nightly glow
You are the only one
that can attempt to steal my flow
My fantasy is of you
while I wait in a queue
as a pilgrim on a journey
waiting for our paths to meet
And when that meeting takes place
your wheels of thought
will spin me and stop me in my track
My fantasy is of you singing a song
Singing a song with me
all night long
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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