Discovery
Some are born with imagination
that never leaves them alone.
They think. They dream and always observe
for intuitively they've always known
that things are different
than they sometimes appear.
So they pursue those dreams.
They have no fear.
Fantasy to some is reality to them
and so they never cease.
They take a chance and discover
that persistence leads to peace.
And so they strive while they're alive
to come to grip with things
and find out who are the ones
really pulling the strings.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Imagination
Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go.
Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you.
Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together
Finding the things only lovers can find.
Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you.
As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true.
My imagination,
It's only my imagination running away with you...
song performed by by Clint Black
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A Mystery of Dreams Explored!
Is dream born out of poetry or poetry out of dream?
Imagination is foundation for both coupled with passion!
Imagination, emotion and dreams weave poems of fantasy
To take one to the world of exotic nature from Nature!
Nature is the mother for all passion, dreams and fantasy
Urging to spin countless poems of heart to kindle thoughts
That mystics in communion with Nature explore high
To Stars, galaxies and heaven to bring divinity to human!
Sans a sense of feeling born of pure passion in Nature long
No sensation of exotic feeling can drive one to explore
Mystically the mysteries of miracles to discover divine spirit
Dwelling deep in all things of wonder present all over Universe!
Indwelling spirit in all activates mind in quest of wonders
Abound in Universe to realize Universal Spirit to reach at last!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of many things
The different thoughts that we constantly think
The very things that that lie in our fantasies
And create a thought that's tenaciously sweet
That we savor so much while soundly asleep
Things that can only happen in dreams
My sweet dreams are made of you
The perfect moments and the perfect gloom
The perfect place and the perfect dream
But whatever could be more perfect than you?
Is only what I can conjure in my sleep
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
It's the time we find peace from every worry
It's a place where every story has a happy ending
It's a place where every person has a chance to be happy
It's a place where you and I have a happy ending
A cradle song before we sleep
And escape the grimes of reality
And the things that keep you away from me
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
Dreams are the sweetest and life is life
In my dreams you and I are happy
But in reality... life is life.
Sweet dreams are made of many things
And mine are made of you
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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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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Invisible Strings
(ian hunter)
One, two, three
Well I woke up this morning - theres a girl in my bed.
How did she get there? was it something I said?
I dont understand it but somehow it seems
She visits me in invisible dreams.
Over and over I try to explain
How did that girl get into my veins?
Did somebody send her - was it my velvet wings?
And how does she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Ill still be playing my invisible strings
Well maybe she dont have a world of her own
Maybe shes using me just like a phone
And sometimes shes cool and sometimes she stings
And Im all tangled up in invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing those invisible strings
Well she never leaves - Im never alone
I aint in the book but shes still calling home
I tried to lose her - watch the tv
But that womans always picking on me
Well, theres strings round my body, strings round my heart
Id like to know where the string-pulling starts
Id give anything to meet the angel who sends
Invisible ink to my invisible pen
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
Oh yeah
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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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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The Blessed Peace of Freedom
The blessed peace of freedom rings for all
Mankind, but only as a dream; a world
Of fantasy where make believe competes
For equal time. We dream of freedom's peace,
But in reality, there is no peace.
The chains of slavery cling fast to our
Subdued reality. Afraid we move
As programmed robots do, unwilling to
Accept that peace and freedom figments are
Of our imagination's roadless dream.
Oh road of freedom's peace, how can we find
Your way? 'Look to yourselves', the road will say.
'Don't seek me in the man made maps, but seek
Me in your hearts, the realm of our true Love;
The only hope of man's eventual Peace.'
Love is the key to open Freedom's way:
And with it Peace will shine triumphantly.
We, Love must trust, if we will Freedom seek.
The chains will broken be, and Peace will fill
The lives of all Mankind eternally.
poem by Jamie Sidwell
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Hopes in Hopes
Hopes in Hopes
Hopes! what is this thing i hope for? is it a fantasy or a trick played by my mind.... at night i hope for things i imagined would someday become reality,
I hope that my imagination becomes reality, I hope that i dont have to hope to get the things i want.
But hopping in high expectation takes you a step forward, Hopes! , dreams are buit on hope, every moment i hope, i cant stop hopping! , but i cant help to think that hopes makes a person archived greater things, it helps a person think high, it helps a person taking higher step in life.
i hope this will be useful to people who hopes to find thier expectations, hopes are your dreams.
M.O
poem by Martin Onyesom
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The Blessed Peace of Freedom
The blessed peace of freedom rings for all
Mankind, but only as a dream; a world
Of fantasy where make believe competes
For equal time. We dream of freedom's peace,
But in reality, there is no peace.
The chains of slavery cling fast to our
Subdued reality. Afraid we move
As programmed robots do, unwilling to
Accept that peace and freedom figments are
Of our imagination's roadless dream.
Oh road of freedom's peace, how can we find
Your way? "Look to yourselves", the road will say.
"Don't seek me in the man made maps, but seek
Me in your hearts, the realm of our true Love;
The only hope of man's eventual Peace."
Love is the key to open Freedom's way:
And with it Peace will shine triumphantly.
We, Love must trust, if we will Freedom seek.
The chains will broken be, and Peace will fill
The lives of all Mankind eternally.
poem by Oscar E.Rodriguez
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Follow That Dream
If your heart is restless from waiting too long
When youre tired and weary, and you cant go on
Well if a distant dream is a callin you
Then theres just one thing that you can do
Yeah, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead you
You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need
Now baby, I walk in dreams
And I talk in dreams
I need someone with a love I can trust
And together well search for the things that come to us
In dreams, baby in dreams
And Im gonna follow that dream wherever that dream may lead me
Im gonna follow that dream to find the love I need
Now every man has the right to live
The right to a chance to give what he has to give
The right to fight for the things he believes
For the things that come to him in dreams
Baby in dreams, I walk in dreams
I talk in dreams
I live in dreams
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Fantasize
We fantasize in our daydreams
the way we want things to be
wishing all the time
our fantasy will come true.
We find so much comfort
in our fantasy dream word
than we do in our reality
that we hope that one day
we can step out of this world
and step into that.
Saying to ourselves that it would be better
than the world we have,
but just suppose we did that.
Are we sure, it is what we really want?
No one will ever know,
as it is just our fantasy.
The one we fantasize about
when things get us down.
In our daydreams from time to time.
29 August 2011
poem by David Harris
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Dreams
Into the dreamland slowly I creep
Into the land I vist in my sleep
What lies ahead I can't be sure
Something sweet, something scary, something nice or maybe gore
It turns into a mystery I can't seem to solve
So many things it seems to involve
There seems to be things that arn't really real
Like flying pigs I mean what's the deal?
Dreams can be scary with all different things
With more freaky thoughts these sort of dreams bring
But they can be happy and cheer you up
But then you wake to reality and it's soon not enough
Dreams can hold what we might not know
They can tell us things things they can show
Dreams are our imagination going wild
But arn't we glad some made us smile
poem by Lisa French
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Manifesto [ORIGINAL & REVISED]
[REVISED]
Okay – I admit romance does not exist, at least
not in this quaint veracity which claims it has a
place somewhere but rarely ever here
I shall not cry about discovery of circumstance
that fact is non-existent in romance – reality a
chance one does not really have to see
Anyone can prove it lives eternally in dreams, a
never dying sustenance of many Worlds beliefs
with energies too dominant to ever die
If fantasy alive and well then I admit against my
better judgement I’ve been hurt; but add in haste
it does not matter since it truly breathes
In Worlds as infinite or parallel, I do not need the
proof of our reality – a mere perchance of it as
probability enough - the vastness of infinity
allows for every choice and dream or hope and
expectation to exist – I do not need accord to see
romance, or merely mention the ideal -
of fantasy, hopes, & dreams to make it true for me,
I shall avoid reality, live in dreams encompassing
imaginings I’ve always gladly had or harboured to
excess; therefore your attitude, and lack of feeling
means a blank to me; cannot kill the vision I shall
cherish from now on until eternity arrives…
[ORIGINAL]
Okay, I admit, romance does not exist – at least not
in this reality; but the fact that we can dream about
romance is proof it does exist somewhere
I shall not cry about my loss – discovering that
romance is non-existent – reality is only a mirage,
one parallel world amongst many – I do not need
Anyone to prove that romance lives on in our dreams,
nothing can kill it; no negative word, no pain, no dis-
illusionment, can kill the many worlds theory
Where fantasy is alive and well - I admit, against my
better judgement, I have been hurt; but hasten to add
it does not matter since romance is alive and well
In infinite parallel worlds - I do not need proof in our
little world of intersubjective reality – mere possibility
is probability enough - the vastness of infinity
Allows for every choice, dream, hope and expectation
to exist – I do not need you or anybody else to agree
to feel romance; merely mentioning the ideal -
- fantasy, hope and dream - makes it true for me, I shall
leave reality and live within a dream encompassing
every thought, hope and ideal
I have ever harboured; your attitude and being, your lack
of feeling, means nothing to me; cannot kill the vision
I cherish unto eternity…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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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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Come To Me
This is not the way I wanted things to be
I hope someday youll understand
My heart beats stronger when I know Im close to you
Its helped me to be a better man
Why must all of the love come falling
Why dont we just take our chance
I could walk this road again with you my love...oh, oh
Why cant you come to me
Dont save your love for some elusive dream
Why cant you find your way
I will fall for you no matter where it leads
This is not the way we started, you and i
How was it that I lost my way
Two souls can drift apart without a word
Were those the words I did not say
Why must all of the dreams come falling
Why dont we just take this chance
I could walk this road again with you my love, oh, oh
Why cant you come to me
Dont save your love for some elusive dream
Why cant you find your way
I will fall for you no matter where it leads
I could walk this road again with you my love
Why cant you come to me
Dont save your love for some elusive dream
Why cant you find your way
I will fall for you no matter where it leads
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Imagination has brought mankind through the dark ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine, and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities. So I believe that dreams--daydreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain machinery whizzing--are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to invent, and therefore to foster, civilization.
quote by L. Frank Baum
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But I don't want to for M lady Ernestine
I wander freely mentally.
Enraptured by the things I see
within my worlds of fantasy.
I just reject reality
where nothing ever works for me.
Quite certain I would rather be
divorced from harsh reality
There is no comfort here for me
and live in my own fantasy.
A dream which cannot possibly
be realised apparently
Reluctantly I must agree.
That I am where I’m meant to be.
You can’t escape reality
and learn to act responsibly.
30-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Dream To Behold
Dreams dont dry 'n die
They dwell in us forever
Everyone has a dream
A dream to write
A dream to recite
A dream to educate
Like a leech, leave not your dream
Clasp it much tighter that tight
Come day come night
Like a lion running after an antelope
pursue your dream in zest
Never surrender nor retreat
Remember you were born to win
And to win you can
Yes! you can win because you can
Always strive for the best
Never get dissapointed
Never get discouraged
Eye on your dream
I can see its close and close
Its arms outstreatched in readiness for an embrace
poem by Ibrahim Tendera Oroni
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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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A Victory Of Love
Waiting for a change in the weather
I'm waiting for a shift in the air,
Could we get it together - ever -
Hoping for your return
Hoping for your sweet, sweet return
Hello - is this how we calling?
Hello - hello
Is somebody there?
She must be somewhere
And then she says
Hello - hello - hello
She's really an angel -
She stands in the sunshine
She's closing her eyes -
She's starting to dream
She's pulling the strings
She's dreaming a strange dream
Where nothing is grey -
Then she takes me away
And she's pulling the strings
When she's playing with love
She's playing with love, hello - hello
Counting - I count every second
And I'm standing
I stand in the rain,
I walk up that lane
Which leads to the sunshine
She stands in the sunshine
She's closing her eyes
Then she takes me away
And she's pulling the strings
When she's playing with love
She's playing with love
Hello - hello
song performed by by Alphaville
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