Yearnings
Allow me the
pleasure of
knowing you
Spending
time in your
world
I ponder you
into reality
haunting my
day dreams
I yearn to
discover the
unknown of
you.
poem by Heather Burns
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Deep Waters
I am every where-
all immersion-
surrounding you;
yet you cannot see me;
my name's unknown
my love unknighted;
not shown.
I give you my All
you swim in it
suffused with that joy
which
is unknown
to even itself.
You come and you go
and I labor in this love
giving birth
to you in my soupy midst;
seeing your dreams small
and large grow tall and fit.
I see them swim away too soon
swim away
because
I am water
and you are fish.
I surround you in my dreams at night;
you swim in your world
unaware of me.
But your mouth opens and opens again
drinking of me
which gives you life;
keeps you alive
in the dream world we share.
Above the water line
is the other world
of boats steamers and reality
But here below
under my cover,
it is only
you and I
but only I in the end
since fish you know
never
discover
water-
until
its gone.
We are all fish then
unaware of the dreamy water world
which makes fish possible.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Fictional Remembrance
Sing to me sweet melody,
Teach me what there is to learn,
I yearn for purpose to write my thoughtful word.
Lead me into a place unknown,
Show me a lit path that once lay in shadow,
Illuminate the weary sky.
Remember my words I speak to you,
Sing this line as one once sang for life,
The piano keys holding sweet memory.
Dreams becoming reality as reality fades to fiction,
Awakening the living to a world of wonder,
My mind creating the world I speak of.
Rock me to sleep away from the day to day,
Keep me alive in the lonely song of the wolf,
Tell me stories of the life I never lived.
Sing to me in sweet harmony,
The voices of my past longing to walk again,
Welcoming me to their world of bitter sweet unknown.
by: Bethany J. Maxwell
Jan 11,2012
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Hidden Unknown
childhood: unknown excitation -
the world primordial-new,
mysterious place where
dreams are dreams and reality
tastes
of the unexpected
and then
adulthood: stale
ingrained pathways bleach
the world into
a sterile representation
of the dreams childhood grew.
on occasion: a thought,
moment or event,
triggers a resurgence of
this hidden 'unknown' and then -
it is gone
and a staid world remains.
how to break habitual chains?
how to regress to innocent state?
if we could,
would we?
should we?
or is it
too
late?
poem by Christopher Withers
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Dreams.........
Hope is what we hold on to,
When we have no path to go;
Wish is what we yearn for,
When nothing seems to call for;
Dreams are what we live on,
When the world is just going on;
Dreams are the hope of our wishes
Reality is when it flourishes.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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I am a seller, Arent you?
I am a seller
A seller of different kind
I sell my dreams
in lieu of better dreams
sometimes to 'time'
sometimes to 'fate'
And sometimes to 'reality'
I am a dream seller
Aren't you?
I am architect
an architect of different kind
I build my dreams
block by block
only to dismantle
sometimes because of 'time'
sometimes because of 'fate'
And sometimes because of 'reality'
I am arcitect
an architect of different kind
Aren't you?
I am a buyer
A buyer of different kind
I bargain for dreams
sometimes with 'time'
sometimes with 'fate'
And sometimes with 'reality'
I am buyer
A buyer of different kind
Aren't you?
Inspite of knowing
ultimately i will sell
I concieve dreams
Inspite of knowing
ultimately i will dismnatle
I build my dreams
Inspite of knowing
ultimately i will fail in bargainig
I bargain for my dreams
because
its better
to sell, dismantle or bargain for
my dreams
than end up
selling, dismaaintling or bargaining for
my soul
poem by Anjesh shekhar
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Fits
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Your perceptions and mine
Are out of sync.
I don't share what I think!
These observations come from a 'knowing'.
A something existing.
With or without my experience in the mix.
However I got it like that...
That's the way it is!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
The basicness of thought,
You can not today comprehend.
You rather glide through life,
On just a piece of the puzzle.
I want to discover how those pieces fit.
And what the big picture looks that,
To get a sense of it!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Because my curiosity,
Will not allow me to quit.
And God has granted me the gift to write...
And with that 'gift'
I choose to express my impressions.
And I am impressed not with pieces...
But the whole.
As it sits.
Using a bit of explored insight,
And an array of lessons learned.
Not one bit of them imagined,
To get the jest of it as a process to yearn...
For confirmation and less for shock.
Each time I perceive the evidence...
Someone tries to keep suspended in disbelief!
If it fits...
There is less to ponder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haunting
(carly simon)
Theres always someone haunting someone - haunting someone
Like an echo in the wind leaves, unreconciled -
Waiting to be picked up and bounced down again on
Listeners ears
Theres always someone haunting someone - haunting someone
And you know who I am
Though I never leave my name or number
Im locked inside of you so it doesnt matter
Theres always someone haunting someone - haunting someone
And you know who I am
Though I never leave my name or number
Im locked inside of you so it doesnt matter
Theres always someone haunting someone - haunting someone
And I cant sleep easy
cause Im afraid of dreaming
And then the memory of the dream
Theres always someone haunting someone
Haunting someone
Haunting someone
song performed by by Carly Simon
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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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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
I Don't Know if I Like It
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
And...
Why,
Can't I find the time...
To,
Determine the reason or the rhyme...
You are in my mind,
Haunting.
You're haunting every move regardless what I do.
Haunting all my moods,
No matter what I choose...
You are there.
You are,
Everywhere.
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
Even in my dreams...
And I don't know if I like it.
Even my routines...
And I don't know if I like,
You are there.
You are everywhere.
In different scenes I see,
You are there everythere within me...
Haunting.
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
Or why it is invited...
To live and breathe so deep in me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weary Lad
Weary Lad
By: Adam M. Snow
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
His thoughts a damsel, not quite a lady
His heart is young, his mind is shady.
But this girl he lust but lest he dream,
The girl he long the more she gleams.
He sought her again, once again
And once again, his heart speaks of her.
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
He quiver with fear as she draws near;
This young lad's love is all he had.
Despair follows in the quake of his steps,
He waits for her with every pep.
He speaks only of her but dreams of her forever.
Surely these two souls are destined to be,
But he remains alone in the far distant sea.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Promises and Dreams
This is a world full of promises and dreams
But promises don't remain as they do seem
Dreams do often take us away
From this world where we live today
I too have travelled a mile far away
Not knowing the way back I should say
But then it was only a dream I had seen
Not facing reality that it had been
I too was promised in the promise land
That I shall one day hold his hand
The days are passing quick I must say
I wonder what's coming up my way...
poem by Meena Mustafa
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How Much More
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Unconditional is that love that lifts,
From minds not pre-occupied with it!
Or fantasized to pleasure and tease.
As something on a list,
Required as a prerequisite!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Expectations and preferences,
Finds one living life with regrets and disappointments.
Dismissing one's looks,
As a book unread...
Yet accepting a physicality,
Without chemistry...
Delivers a reality!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Or deal with a second hand romance...
Taking a chance,
That whatever isn't there...
May with time be forced to fit!
How much more,
Can one put up with this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are Places (From, To Oscar Act III)
There are places so far away
Where the ocean has its spell
And dark doesn't leave the day
When the night says its farewell
There are times of lasting things
Further out in unknown nowhere
Where a different world sings
Remote from all the reality here
Something no one listens too
For the dreams are very brief
Wishful themes and quite new
That so soon must split and leave
Every heart is what you'll know
Nothing else to reach there out
Wandering waves in tides flow
Reaching to those shores about
There are pleases in the sea
Further on and tenebrific now
Where we all would want to be
But never can reach to somehow
For in reality we must hearken
Holding on to what we're seeing
If there's some somewhat darken
We are not suppose to believing
There are places so far away
Where the oceans has its spell
And dark doesn't leave the day
When the night says its farewell
There are times of lasting things
Further out in unknown nowhere
Where a different world sings
Remote from all the reality here
(Inspired by a whale that came up the Thames)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Man Of Action
You got all the time in the world
You count the minutes like beads on a string
Open the floor for a little debate
While you sit and watch the rug unravelling
You got a message from the weather man
Youre looking for a thumb when theres a hole to fill
Who bites the bullet?
Man of action will
Call me. have gun. will travel.
Think about it, ponder on that
If you cant make that move, man of action will
Think about it, ponder on this
With a fist or a kiss
Ill put your dreams in action
Pressures building up and down the line
You see the difference in the smallest thing
Put a new tape in your message machine
Hit the shelters til you see what change will bring
Sometimes justice seems a fragile thing
You paralyze it with a lack of will
Trade in your karma
Man of action will
Call the avenging angel
Think about it, ponder on this
If you cant make that move, man of action will
Think about it, ponder on that
Time to cut through the fat
I am your first reaction
Someones got to push it on
Someones got to shake it on
Someones got to take it on
Man of action will
song performed by by Utopia
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Happenings Ten Years Time Ago
Meeting people along my way
Seemingly I am among they
But in reality of things
What my dreaming always brings
Happenings ten years time ago
Situations we really know
But the knowing is in the mind
Sinking deep into the world of time
Looking in a room I see
Things that mean a lot to me
Why they do I never know
Memories dont strike me so
It seems to me Ive been here before
Those sounds I heard and the sights I saw
Was it for real, was it in my dreams
I need to know what it all means
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Doing is enjoyment
You have watched many shows,
Spending time and money.
You have listened to many concerts
Losing time and money.
You have accomplished many acts
Draining time and energy.
Likewise you have brought up your kids
Pouring time and blood.
What gain have you got from them all?
All may appear to you as mockery.
You did them for the pleasure that
Accrued in doing such deeds.
That pleasure is your gain. It’s not in
vain.
16.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Grasping Isolated
Lonely are these days
Followed by these nights,
Lonely am I,
In so many ways
So lonely am I,
That it bring tears
Casting out my inner fear
Crying only a little bit is no use
Happiness hides in the last tear
And I wept it
All that was lost becomes found…
Burning in my eyes
A shadow is floating through the moonlight.
And the night holds its breath
The air is full of emotions to feel,
And I drink in them passionately
Alone am I,
With all these feelings,
I'm Alone to wander
Alone to ponder
What should have been between us
Alone to cry
to smile
And all the while
Alone to discover
A world full of twisted beauty
The fears that I dream
of things that I should not say
But I'm alone with my dreams,
Alone each and every day
Alone in morning
Afternoon and the night
Alone without knowing...
Being alone is not right
I’m not satisfied
Thinking these thoughts like I do
When I know there is someone out there
Who is just as confused
But I’ll keep these emotions in check and hidden
This person doesn’t need to know how I felt,
And they don’t need to be forgiven
But for now...
I will continue alone
And stand alone...
For I’m not ready to have them back by my side
poem by April Swanson
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Pastime Paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been wasting most their time
Glorifying days long gone behind
Theyve been wasting most their days
In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me
Dissipation
Race relations
Consolation
Segregation
Dispensation
Isolation
Exploitation
Mutilation
Mutations
Miscreation
Confirmation...to the evils of the world
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been looking in their minds
For the day that sorrows gone from time
They keep telling of the day
When the savior of love will come to stay
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me
Proclamation
Of race relations
Consolation
Integretion
Verification
Of revelations
Acclamation
World salvation
Vibrations
Stimulation
Confirmation...to the peace of the world
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Weve been spending too much of our lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Lets start living our lives
Living for the future paradise
Praise to our lives
Living for the future paradise
Shame to anyones lives
Living in the pastime paradise
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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