Keep On Dreaming Your Dreams!
The wisest, kindest words of all,
'Keep on dreaming your dreams! '
Exciting dreamy dreams enthrall
Beyond your well-planned schemes!
Let fancy thoughts fly through the night,
Like moths and angels do!
Like planes flown by the Brothers Wright
Across the midnight blue...
Each teensy-weensy human soul
Has faith the world can't see,
Yet there it waits to take control,
To set your spirits free!
Its childlike essence can't be rushed!
Its miracles take time!
It's well-protected, can't be crushed
And truly quite sublime!
Take time apart from worldly woes...
Refresh yourselves, dear friends...
Pray daily, for we know God knows
And on Him, all depends!
So always wish upon a star,
No matter how life seems!
Heaven's above, here, near and far...
'Keep on dreaming your dreams! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010.
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Sweet Dreams
It doesn't matter what you are,
Lion, tiger or bear,
Or small child wishing on a star,
While at the moon you stare...
If you can't sleep, you'll toss and turn,
You'll hate those sad extremes
And how you'll sigh and fondly yearn
The comfort of your dreams...
Your eyes may droop and eyelids, too,
While your nose breathes in deep,
Yet everything you try to do
Proves not enough for sleep...
Insomnia is what it's called
And it gets on our nerves,
When precious resting time gets stalled,
Is that what each deserves?
Sweet dreams, we say to every child,
Sweet dreams and God bless you!
May all your hopes be reconciled
And not just one or two...
Sweet dreams until the morning's here,
Sweet dreams, no more, no less...
Such that you lose all troubles, dear,
And find true happiness!
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent art sketch
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sweet Dreams'.
It is part of the Christmas Cards set for 2012.
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Day Dreamer
Day Dreamer
By: Adam M. Snow
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
Would the day dreamer still dream,
or is it all that it may seem?
Dreaming in a night, or in a day,
dreaming as it's all flown away.
Living a life as it use to be,
like branches of stars we see.
Is this but a dream within a dream,
to grasp the glistening moonlight beam?
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
dreaming of that day that is gone.
That day to which all dreams died,
with all fears and hope we feel inside.
Dreams that died will be born once more.
dreams freed beyond the open door.
If dreams live within all life,
will it one day be free of all strife?
To be in the vastness of one's dream,
and lit the way with a sparkle gleam.
To be with peace and fear surround,
to be the lost now is found.
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
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Fiction
she's lost in coma where it's beautiful.
Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep.
Do you wonder what it's like living in a permanent imagination.
Sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that.
Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause it's better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital, cause it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
And your pixel army can't save you now.
My finger is on the kill switch.
I remember i used to compose your dreams, control your dreams.
And don't be afraid to expose yourself before i shut you down.
You made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping.
Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause it's better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital, cause it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
She's guilty by design. (cause it's better than nothing.)
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. (she's nothing more than fiction.)
Cause it's better than nothing. now that control is gone.
It seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital.
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Evening Sun
The white wolf stood and stared a while...
The water soothed his feet.
Perhaps he'd search another mile
For food that he could eat.
The sunshine faded, night approached,
A sudden chill was felt...
The silvered twilight moon encroached
And darkness soon was dealt...
The evening sun bid all farewell,
Its time had come and gone,
Replaced by stars that cast their spell
As moonlight carried on...
The stuff of legends now took hold,
He howled his hunger out...
Who knew what wonders would unfold,
What fears to cause men doubt?
Now all his instincts forced his pace,
For he, too, must survive,
Against all odds, through nights and days,
Perchance to stay alive...
It's true that wolves have wily schemes
To brave the midnight storm,
Yet pet dogs dream their pampered dreams,
In comfort, calm and warm...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Evening Sun'.
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The Fear Of Beauty
It happened just the other day,
A High Street store not far away...
For there she was, so sweet of face,
While I stood staring with a gaze...
There was no doubt within my mind
That she was noble, pure and kind...
And all at once, would I propose
Without a ring, without a rose...
Yet fear consumed my heart within,
As true love stirred, would not give in...
It beckoned me beyond my fear,
For now's the time, while she stands near...
She served a customer at hand,
While I stood in love's wonderland,
With pining, yearning, dreaming dreams,
Already thinking, planning schemes...
Yet while approaching, hopeful still,
My stomach churned and I felt ill...
What words could I relay to her?
My head was spinning, in a whir...
No words were said to that sweet maid,
I left her feeling quite afraid...
I trembled like a tragic fool!
My heart was hot, my head was cool...
I found some peace at home alone...
A better man her love would own...
A richer, stronger, wiser man...
And not like me, who ran and ran...
Denis Martindale, copyright August 2010.
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Photogenic
I have a fantastic photo
Of one once loved,
Cherished, revered, highly esteemed,
Thought of as wondrous,
As if a work of art.
Now all I have left is a work of art...
Once she was considered precious,
Sensational and sweet,
So courteous, considerate,
So fabulous a find...
Once she was courted daily,
Prayed about, regarded as special,
Seen as a reason to praise the Lord,
As if true love were assured...
Once she was all to be desired,
All to be longed for in this life,
As if her love was all there was,
Her kiss the ultimate bliss...
Once she was responsive,
Called me her friend,
Told me her secret thoughts,
Confided, opened up to me,
Let me in on her dreams...
Once and twice and thrice,
I dreamed of her, such dreams,
Such honourable dreams,
All seemed well in my dreams,
But they were just... dreams...
Once she let me know,
Friendship was all said and done,
Gone like yesterday's sunshine,
Well, that was it, then...
All over but the memories...
I have a fantastic photo
Of one once loved,
Cherished, revered, highly esteemed,
Thought of as wondrous,
As if a work of art.
Now all I have left is a work of art...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
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Odyssey of the Soul
Childhood falls
Suffocated by lies
Promises of tomorrow
Trade the dreams of today
Consumer chase begins
A little piece of beauty
Sacrificed to adulthood
Wonder, Imagination
Don’t leave me now
Vanishing days
Carelessly slip away
Time and tide dispels
All childlike things
Life becomes dimmer
Too old for fun
Fun is fun it’s ageless
It is just fun, and its free
Maturity, yes maturity
Ever seen the world
Is this maturity?
I must act my age
My spirit rises before me
So many seasons, so much time
Eyes searching for a sign
Doesn’t anyone realise
Mistaken we equate childishness
For the gift of being childlike
Age straps on the chains
We become a worldling
Stolen childhood, silently
Lost Along the way
Childlike observations
Were not meant to wither
Imagination crushed by facts
Dreaming dreams, just dreams
Dreams worth coming true
This too will pass, with age
Who would have thought
walking between rain drops
would become silly
Capturing the frosted
Cobwebs on a twig
restricted to the young
Imagination, imagination
when did it happen
was I distracted
full of self wisdom
unaware that now begins
the oddyssey of the soul
the long trek home
to my Father’s arms
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Adorable II
The cheetah cub was spotted there,
For all the world to see,
Yet didn't seem to have a care
Or brag, 'Just look at me! '
Content beneath the golden sky,
While in the prime of health,
It humbly watched the day go by,
No pride within itself...
If only we were just like that,
No ego and no wiles.
Just peaceful like that purrfect cat,
Content with just our smiles...
Laid back, no worldly woes at all,
Just basking in the sun...
Adorable and wonderful
And problems, no, not one...
But truth be told, such times take hold
Then quickly melt away...
That's why we treasure them like gold
And plead with them to stay...
Yet they must visit others, too,
To share dreams beautiful...
For other folks... like me... like you...
Like things adorable...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Adorable II'.
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Dreamin
Dreamin? i saw a spirit in the sky
Im dreamin? dreaming away again
I felt a cold wind rushing in
And carry me up high
Far above the maddening crowd I fly
Its so exciting
Electrifying
And I can see theres no dreams
Dreamin? i saw a strange light in the sky
Im dreamin? dreaming away again
I felt this power touching me
Reelin? in my lies
Visions came,
My heart began to rise
Its so exciting
Electrifying
I feel the sun is in my dreams
Ive seen the wild side of city lights
Walked the streets where the lightning strikes
Ive heard the thunder and I know
But Ive never had such feelings before
In my dreams
Dreamin? away again
Dreamin? away again
Dreamin? i saw a spirit in the sky
Im dreaming
I saw a strange light in the sky
Im dreaming
I saw a shadow passing by
Im dreaming
Dreamin? away again
Im dreaming
Dreamin? away again
Dreamin? dreamin? away again
Dreamin.......
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Dreams Dreams Dreams
I dream of you, dreaming of me
In thy imagination, lovely and free
Astray on a unimaginable path
Where me and you are all we hath
Dreaming of dreams that should be
The mind of you to bind with me
In my dreams its thou I see
I see thou with my harmony
Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
Gleams, Gleams, Gleams
Gleams of you and gleams of me
In dreams of you in dreams of me
The gleams that hope
The gleams that elope
You to me and me to you
In dreams, dreams come true!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My Life
'My life's my own! ' I've heard folks say,
As if that were the truth,
Forgetting how God paved the way,
Yes, from their very youth.
Their flesh and bones, their hands and feet,
Their arms and legs as well,
Were how God made them, so complete,
With tongues that they could tell...
Yet some won't offer God due praise,
Like angels up above,
No wonder that the lost soul strays
And sins for lack of love.
The lonely maiden out each night,
One hand upon her glass,
Pretending now with all her might,
She's in another class...
The businessman avoiding tax,
With moneymaking schemes,
His broken heart now showing cracks,
Forsaking noble dreams.
And even children joining gangs
On drug-infested streets...
Or dressing up with wings and fangs
For Halloween-begged treats...
'My life's my own! ' I've heard folks say,
As if Hell wasn't real.
Yet soon life ends, then Judgment Day,
No secrets to conceal.
The rich will face the Lord they scoff,
The fools will try to run...
The wise ones can escape God's wrath...
Just pray, 'Thy will be done...'
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Fiction (Dreams In Digital)
Shes lost in coma where its beautiful.
Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep.
Do you wonder what its like living in a permanent imagination.
Sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that.
Guilty by design, shes nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause its better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital, cause its better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
And your pixel army cant save you now.
My finger is on the kill switch.
I remember I used to compose your dreams, control your dreams.
And dont be afraid to expose yourself before I shut you down.
You made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping.
Guilty by design, shes nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause its better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital, cause its better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
Shes guilty by design. (cause its better than nothing.)
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital. (shes nothing more than fiction.)
Cause its better than nothing. now that control is gone.
It seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital.
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Cream Of Life Is One Dream For Which You Live!
Dreams are cream of life,
Dream always and never stop dreaming,
Dreaming ability,
ability to materialize dreams, can make one unique,
When the dreamer breaths dreams,
Dreaming is not bad,
One Right dream, one right effort,
Remember all successful dreamers were full of enthusiasm and curiosity,
Being curious about facts,
Cures all ignorance,
Enthusiasm opens all possibilities,
A careful and mindful dreamer shines like a star in this world of fast sleepers,
And when awake are action packed heroes!
Eat a little, sleep little,
sing the saga of success with successful dreams,
No matter one's contribution to humanity may be so little
Make one here free,
When dues settle
Cream of one's dream For which he live
Meditation is that life itself,
Who works every instant for that dream!
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No More Need I
No more need I, the poor man said,
As he lay dying, almost dead,
His lifeforce fading, words so weak,
The present passing, future bleak...
Like whispers melting on the breeze,
He lay there breathing, near release,
Reflecting on his foolish acts,
Considering the final facts...
No more need I of food, or drink,
Or pen and paper, dark blue ink,
Or books with pages shared by Man,
Or schemes, or dreams, or pension plan,
Or girls to hold by day and night,
Or friends to share, or foes to fight,
Or homes, or cars, or jewellery,
Or girl to love the likes of me...
No more need I of some career,
Or crystal balls to make things clear,
Or suits, or shirts, or ties, or shoes,
Or tv shows, or breaking news...
Or Christmas cards, or Valentines,
Or sugar-sweet romantic lines,
Or hopes for children once I've wed,
Or, even now, another bed...
No more need I this mortal flesh,
Or fragrant soap to make it fresh,
Or one more shave upon my face,
Or at this time, a fond embrace...
Because, sweet Lord, it's time to go...
Where all God's answers overflow,
Beyond this world, this space, this time...
From grace-to-grace... to love sublime...
Yet this I know... and testify...
My King of Love... Your love need I...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Tentative
True beauty seems, of course, quite rare,
Somehow that's meant to be,
The tentative white tiger there,
He's untamed, fancy free...
To me, that tiger's all alone,
His wits his own defence,
To most, a giant now full grown,
No others as his friends...
The world he walks, that's all he knows,
His land both night and day
And every single place he goes
Is merely on his way...
Yet now, beside the water's edge,
A new world gets revealed,
He's tentative without knowledge,
Yet seeks what lies concealed...
In time, this world will be his, too,
His second home, to speak,
His special place, forever new,
Each visit quite unique...
To him, the water's wonderful,
True beauty all the time,
Sensational and sensual,
So fluid and sublime...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Tentative'.
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God's Precious Perfect Plan
Before my soul was granted here
Within my Mother's womb,
Until my birth when she was near
In my delivery room,
God held my soul within His hand,
Then bid me live my way,
Until the time I'd understand,
As I began to pray...
From that day forth, my fate was sealed,
Both good and bad to know,
Sometimes the road ahead concealed,
Then blindly I would go...
Amid the fog and snow and storm,
Amid the darkest night,
To question if God's love was warm
When there was no insight...
But dark days strengthen hearts of gold,
Though painful they may be
And yet what lessons we behold
From Christ and Calvary...
My youth was but a blur in time,
A streaming streak, no more,
But then I met the Lord sublime
And felt His love outpour...
This dream I dreamt changed everything,
I stood there on a hill
And in the distance, Christ the King,
Was on His Cross, not still,
For He was writhing there in pain,
A twisting silhouette,
To die for me, to clear sin's stain,
To pay off every debt...
Then suddenly, a beam of light
From Heaven shone straight down
Upon Christ's Cross with all God's might
And on Christ's briar crown...
Then light reflecting came my way,
Engulfing me with heat,
A golden glow as if to say,
Today in love we meet...
God's precious perfect plan was known,
Through Christ and Calvary...
God's love for me was clearly shown
For all eternity...
No more could I regard my dreams
As mine when Christ had died,
To concentrate upon my schemes,
Once He was crucified...
Though billions go to sleep each night,
Will they dream dreams like mine,
To stand within God's golden light
And shine and shine and shine?
Or will the darkness from closed eyes,
From closed thoughts and closed minds,
Cause them to never realise
God's prophecies and signs?
So I'm praying every hour
That mortal life extends,
For the Lord's love and His power,
On which each friend depends...
What is His plan? What must I do?
How best to save the lost?
Now saved, I must save others, too,
And not just count the cost...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Cool Dreams
A slippery seal laid on the ice,
Not far from dreams, it's true,
He twitched his whiskers once or twice,
There's not much else to do...
For when sleep comes and yawns begin
And drooping eyelids fall,
It's then you know you just can't win,
You've got no chance at all...
Your neck slumps down, your muscles flop,
Your breathing changes speed,
Until your mind knows it must stop,
For sleep is what you need...
So off you go, you sleepyhead,
You silly so and so...
There's nothing more that should be said,
Sweet dreams as you breathe slow...
You take your time, flat out, like that,
You know you've done your best,
Keep smiling like the Cheshire cat,
You're bound to wake refreshed!
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
Beneath the stars that shine,
Because we know we need sleep soon,
God bless your dreams... and mine...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Cool Dreams'.
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Close Companions
Two tigers rested, both at peace,
No arguments at all,
No disagreements to release,
No sudden need to brawl...
Serenity was in the air,
Tranquillity sublime...
As if they had all day to spare
And yet not waste their time...
They gently breathed the sunshine in,
As if they felt caressed...
No pesky flies, no tails to spin,
Contented and so blessed...
Was this their dreamworld filled with love?
Was this their answered prayer?
If so, perfection proved enough
That they were glad to share...
If only Man had peace like this!
A place to sculpt or paint,
A paradise of precious bliss,
So delicate, so quaint...
Where music lilted lyrically,
Like waterfalls at play...
Like Heaven, where God's majesty
The angels praise each day...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Close Companions'.
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Dreaming My Dreams
All the things you said to me today
Changed my perspective in every way
Then things come to mean
To much to me
Into my faith you
And your baby
Its out there
If you want me
Ill be here
Its out there
Ill be dreaming my dreams with you
And theres no other place
That Id lay down my face
Ill be dreaming my dreams with you
Its out there
If you want me, Ill be here
Ill be dreaming my dreams with you
And theres no other place that Id lay down my face
Ill be dreaming my dreams with you
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Lovers Are Dreamers
Do dreams stay awhile or are they as morning dew?
Can they endure like the sky's eternal blue?
It depends on the dream and the dreamer's heart.
As true lovers know, each day their dreams start.
Alas, time does pass, but dreams true lovers own;
Most are smiles, a few tears, but never alone.
Each a dream for the other; that's what life is for.
Lovers, keep on dreaming… it's romance evermore.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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