Our Tropical Paradise
I wonder how many times
we sit at our desk
and look out the window on a sunny day,
wishing we were on a tropical beach
lazing in the sun under a coconut tree
watching the sparkling waters
as they race up the sandy beach.
Having a lazy day with the sand and sea,
enjoying Mother Nature’s beautiful bounty.
A dream maybe,
but a dream to help us through
any storms that may weather our lives,
giving us hope for tomorrow
and the sunny day that might bring.
We look at the blue sky
and the odd white fluffy clouds
that shape into many things,
helped along with warm comforting winds.
Our mind is full of images
that build our favourite dreams
as we while away a few minutes
oblivious to everything.
Daydreaming our fondest dreams
before reality kicks in
and the opalescent workload
on our desk appears once again
to take us away
from our tropical paradise
and implant us back in our reality.
27 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Tropical Loveland
Come to my loveland, wander along
Beautiful gardens full of flowers and songs
Come to the sunshine, beaches and sand
Listen to bluebirds, wont you come to my land
The grass is mellow and the sky is blue
My paradise is waiting here for you
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
Life can be funny
Happy and sunny
Oooh, in my tropical loveland
Come to my loveland, wander with me
Lie with me darling in the shade of a tree
Over the rainbow, under the moon
Thats where my land is, wont you come to me soon?
Just take my hand, Ill show you everything
The secrets that my paradise can bring
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
Life can be funny
Happy and sunny
Oooh, in my tropical loveland
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
(I wanna share it with you)
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
(its a tropical loveland)
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
(fade)
song performed by by ABBA
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Our Land Of Make Believe
Relaxing back, we dream of things
imagining they could happen some way,
a meeting taking place
in a romantic rendezvous,
falling in love with the most wonderful person of all.
Going where our imagination takes us
in our world of make believe.
Journeying away from reality,
lying on a sandy beach
where the palm trees sway,
watching the blue sparkling waters
roll lazily to the shore.
Feeling the finer things in life given to us in one go.
Some call it a pipe dream
but in reality it is our imagination set free and let go
in our world of make believe.
In reality, our lives are tied
by invisible strings that bind us.
In our imagination we are set free
from any restraints to come and go as we please,
to make ourselves that perfect world,
our heaven on earth
in our land of make believe.
28 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Nice To Dream
There are days when you wish
you were lazing on a sunny beach
in the tropics somewhere.
Sitting under a palm tree
with a beautiful woman under your arm,
alone just the two of you
without a care in the world.
Sitting there watching the sun
slip out of the sky in the west
and the moon slowly climbing in the east.
If only this was reality,
but it is nice to dream at least.
5 July 2007
poem by David Harris
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Tropical Depression
I thought some time in the sun
Would help me get over you
But I could tell from day one
This is a place meant for two
Now here I sit on the beach
Watching the tide ebb and flow
I booked my room for a week
But now Im ready to go
Im in a tropical depression
Ive got the blue water blues
Cant shake this loving you obsession
Cant stand this sand in my shoes
This forgetting you vacation
Is just a fools holiday
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
This should be paradise
Heaven down by the sea without you here by my side
It feels like hell to me
Chorus
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Paradise Either Way
Sleeping in a hammock
Between two palms.
A dancer of my dreams
Enhancer of all charms.
- My woman visits me
As in slumber I do sway
Said she wanted to be free.
Man, it's paradise either way.
I awake on tropical beach
White sand carpets the shore.
Her kisses are out of reach.
She has another at her door.
As they peruse their favourite clips
Of her latest Shakespeare play.
A Pina colada at my lips,
It's paradise either way.
Sunlight plays upon blue water
Like a silent pianist.
And sparkles like the ring he bought her.
As I reminisce of our first kiss.
So I left London on a ticket
For a sunbeam in blue bay.
Peace of mind my only requisite.
I'll find paradise either way.
poem by Kevin East
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Dreaming Reality
In the real world, as in dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.
To see what we have never seen,
To be what we have never been,
To shed the chrysalis, learn to fly,
Depart the earth, kiss the sky,
To be reborn, be someone new,
Is this a dream or is it true?
Is my life in fact a dream?
Are things not always as they seem?
Are daylight hours reality,
Or do I dream eternally?
In the dream world or the real,
We cannot know what we can't feel.
What is not a dream by day,
Comes to us at night to stay.
Dreams - vivid colors of life,
Or fleeting, obscure, murky strife?
Façade of reality brings,
To the mind, exquisite things:
Love, regret, memories, cheer,
Imagination, even fear.
The lives we live appear, it seems,
To be a dream within a dream.
A long dream of hopeless sorrow,
I'll dream my life again tomorrow.
(27 February 2005)
poem by Richard Stamper
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My Juliet, My Love My Dragon-fly
When I dream the dream of paradise
I see a picture of you
And when I dream the dream of love and care
I see a picture of us two
And when I dream a dream of loneliness
I see a shadow on the wall
Looking back at me like
I'm nothing at all
But those dreams a quickly chased away
When I wake up to a sunny day
And I see your pretty face right by my side
When I dream a dream of smiling
The room is full of you
And if I dream a dream of candy land
The sweetest thing is you
And if the nightmare comes along
To say its fond goodbyes
The thought of you will stop it
before those dreams arise
Because with you sharing my bed at night
My dream will always come out right
And tomorrow will always be another day
If I dream a dream while I'm awake
That dream will be of you
If I dream a dream of wedding cakes
I'll dream a dream of you
And when I dream a dream of a loving wife
That dream will be of you
And if I dream a dream of growing old
I'll be growing old with you
And if my dream were ever to come true
I know it will be because of you
And that's the reason that I love you so.
poem by Mbaimbai Phathutshedzo
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Dream a Dream
When I dream the dream of paradise
I see a picture of you
And when I dream the dream of love and care
I see a picture of us two
And when I dream a dream of loneliness
I see a shadow on the wall
Looking back at me like
I'm nothing at all
But those dreams a quickly chased away
When I wake up to a sunny day
And I see your pretty face right by my side
When I dream a dream of smiling
The room is full of you
And if I dream a dream of candy land
The sweetest thing is you
And if the nightmare comes along
To say its fond goodbyes
The thought of you will stop it
before those dreams arise
Because with you sharing my bed at night
My dream will always come out right
And tomorrow will always be another day
If I dream a dream while I'm awake
That dream will be of you
If I dream a dream of wedding cakes
I'll dream a dream of you
And when I dream a dream of a loving wife
That dream will be of you
And if I dream a dream of growing old
I'll be growing old with you
And if my dream were ever to come true
I know it will be because of you
And that's the reason that I love you so.
This poem © Timothy David Cook.2011
poem by Tim David Cook
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What A View Of The Sea Today
it is such a beautiful sunny day at the beach
a man with a muscular body rests on the white sand
beside a blue boat under a tall coconut tree
a woman with a beautiful body, pinkish skin arrives
and removes her transparent skirt and plunges to the sea
on a black bikini
the tiny waves of the sea glisten
like some eyes peeping
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
or itself a dream?
If dreams are things not real or true
or don't yet exist
then what does it mean for dreamer to
act upon the dream and bring it forth
into reality?
Was the dream just reality
not yet existent;
in waiting so to speak?
Or was it live
always there
waiting to be discovered?
Seems to me
this is much like a poem;
how the poem comes to be-
unless, of course,
the poet
is a dream too,
outside reality
paradoxical conundrum
don't you see?
And more:
could it be the Dreamer's Poet
in dreaming thus
creates the Poet
and the Poetry
both of which
become Reality
Thus?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Am (Mermaid)
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I wonder what new adventures each day will bring.
I hear happy dolphins chattering while they leap into the air.
I see the golden sunset sparkling on the water's rippling surface.
I want to live in this paradise forever.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I pretend I am queen of the ocean, and all its creatures are my loyal subjects.
I feel the turquoise water cooling my skin.
I touch round, milky-white pearls and swirling light-pink seashells.
I worry that the beautiful ocean will soon become an ugly mess of filth and toxins.
I cry when I see careless humans destroying my home.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I understand the hypnotic songs of crooning blue whales.
I say that the ocean is the prettiest place in the whole world.
I dream of swimming with sea turtles, finding treasure on ancient sunken galleons.
I try to live every moment to the fullest.
I hope all forms of pollution will soon come to an end.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
poem by Kimberly Kastner
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Reality check, welcome partner
Dream! Dream! Dream!
Fly! Fly! Fly! into the blue, blue, blue skies
Then you tire your wings of dreams your wings that fly and fly into the blue skies
Then you rest and pause and fall to this rugged land
It is rough and rocky and graveled and sandy
It is hot and arid hurting your eyes your legs your feet
What you see and feel is reality
And you do not have wings now
All your dreams did not come true
In this reality, I welcome you partner.
we shall live here for a while.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A dream is just a dream
We all dream
We all dream about romance
Or murder
Sometimes even watching T.V.
But when you wake up
Reality starts to kick in
Thous wonderful dreams
That you wish were real
Get pushed away
So we all dread waking up
Coming back to reality
All wait until the time comes
To go back to sleep
To escape reality
And return to the land of dreams
Were you decide what comes next
poem by Yasmine Torres
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In Words Unspoken
In the silence of the morning,
before the world has woken
I sit and dream my dreams
in words unspoken.
I sit and ponder the faces of life
in the nightmares of reality,
the programmes that hold us spellbound
as they appear on our TV screens
while all the world screams out with fright.
I dream my dreams in private
as their images dance inside my head,
the beauty and the wonder
upon each life befalls.
The miracles that we witness
in each day of our lives
as we walk across the threshold
to greet each new passing day.
From the birth of a new born baby
to someone’s life that has been saved.
The miracle of Mother Nature
as she wakes every flower in the morn
to the butterfly that passes our window
on delicate translucent wings.
I dream my dreams in silence
in the peace that they endorse;
hoping all the time
the world will follow their course.
I dream my dreams in the morning
before anyone is awake
while the darkness of the night
still covers the sky
before the sun has awoken
and from behind, the eastern horizon
lifts up its sleepy head.
This is the time
in the silence of the morning,
before the world has woken
I sit and dream my dreams
in words unspoken.
31 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sun and Sea
A golden jewel sits on a bed
Of cumulus cottony clouds
In the baby blue horizon
Aqua blue waves gently flow
and caress our sail boat
As we delightfully sail
Into the sunny mediterranean
Sparkling like diamonds the sea
Is a lover inviting us to come in
Playing with us and we happily
Succumb to her charms
Into the dazzling warm water
I go with him- the guy who has lived
In my dreams for so long
To see tropical fishes
Wearing beautiful bright
Yellows pinks reds and blues
The ones which dress to impress
In their finest colours
Feeling my heart beat faster
I touch his hand
For this is my very first time
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Love to A Dream
Give your love to a dream
That drifts like clouds by
Love sometimes nowhere seem
Faraway in a cloudy sky
Everything has a wishing way
Longings that never die
Dreams reaching out to play
Giving each our heart a try
Fervor of love´s wing
Things that will come and go
As days forward sing
In its pliable memory glow
So much is still to reach
Finding the road to apply
Dreams to the future teach
Those that with you'll tie
Heart is full of its today
Love beats of fast and slow
All what makes love forte
In its timeless tomorrow flow
Everything adore shall bring
As it accomplish out to show
Forever to the future sing
As dreams to its reality grow
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Our Dreaming Mind
Our sweet dreams
are built on love;
our saddest ones
are of when love dies.
Each day we build up ourselves
to face a better tomorrow.
We dream of things
we want to happen.
On waking up, we wish them to,
but our dreams are only facts,
we have stored up everyday,
and while we are asleep, our mind stores them away.
At times we live in a world of make believe,
where fantasy and hope intertwine,
to make a sort of reality
in our dreaming mind.
26 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Geography and you
you do not plant
trees in the big forest
neither shall you sell
ice drops in the
north pole
in tropical paradise
we are the lazy people who
spend most of our time
sun bathing in the beach
watching sea gulls
breathing the salt of the air
sipping cold mango juice
painting yachts
burying our bodies under the
comfort of the the white sands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreamz
what is a dream if you cant achieve it
what is a dream if you dont believe it
i want my dreams to all come true
i want my dreams to be shared with you
a dream is a place of magical things
a dream is a place where bluebirds sing
all our dreams we are longing for
a dream of you that i adore
why is dreams all filled with joy
when after a dream it is destroyed
why is dreams of something we cant have
when we dream of the things we once had
dreams come with so many meanings
happy and sad so many feelings
so why do we dream if it hurts inside
when we watch our dreams all fade and die
if i was a dream id fly away
id dream of happiness and make it stay
what is a dream with no ending
why do dreams start descending
what is a dream that aint complete
why are dreams so discreet
dreams are full of many things
dreams are full of true feelings
believe in dreams and youll succeed
believe in dreams yes i do indeed
poem by Mitchell Nott
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On This Beach...
Life is a beach.
There are jellyfish. And sea urchins…the painful bumps along the road that we all encounter in life. On this beach.
In life..and on a beach there is warm water-like times, when we are happy, and have good times and enjoy living. On this beach.
We also have times, like a beach, when we have cold water times; when we are sad, or upset about losing someone or something. On this beach.
There are rough times, the same way the sea has rough water that pounds angrily against the shore. On this beach.
Life, like the sea, has high and low times, or tides. There is low tide when you think u can no longer go on, that life has done too much damage to you. Then the tide comes back in…and you are reminded that life goes on. Life gets better. You cannot give up on life, like you can’t give up on a beach because of a rough day or low tides. On this beach.
Life has sharks. Maybe not the same sharks from a beach, but they are there. They are the people that thrive on your pain and tears and hardship, the same way a shark sustains itself through brutal killing of unaware seals who don’t know what is coming or how bad it is. The sharks are there. Waiting. For someone…for you…like an unsuspecting seal, to come along and unknowingly become trapped in their lies and hurt. On this beach.
Life…has good times. Wonderful times where the only thoughts you have are about how much life is worth living and how much you love life. It is like the clear, cool blue water on a beautiful day at the beach. On this beach.
Life has those amazing people….akin to the beachgoers on a sandy shore…just along for the ride…to enjoy the good…and pack up and leave when it rains or something goes wrong. But there are the surfers..the daredevils…going back into the fear and love of the sea….of life. They risk the sharks, and jellyfish, and rough water and low and high tides, not because they are invincible, but because they know about the good that is to be had in this world. On this beach.
Life is so comparable to a beach…most importantly in that it has sand like a beach. Billions upon billions of unique grains of sand, like the 7 billion different people in this world, on this beach.
poem by Dark Fallout
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