Seasoned Travellers for Chris Savin
In dreams I travel where I will.
Although I do not have the skill
to dictate where I want to go
Some people can do this I know.
They have acquired mastery
so they can control completely.
The content of their lucid dreams
Just as they like or so it seems
They tell me if I practice hard
in time I will gain my reward
Be free to travel astral
to anywhere I want to be
But until then I must make do
not knowing where I’m going to.
22-Nov-0
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What can you lose?
I’ve dreams to spare and dreams to share
For those of you prepared to dare
to leave behind reality
and try a little fantasy.
Although my dreams may not be new.
The promise that I make to you.
My dreams are all in good repair,
though some have seen a lot of wear.
You need not pay my dreams are free
because they’re low technology.
You do not need a power source
to view my dreams.Although of course
you must return them when you’re done
and if you’re truly satisfied
Exchange them for another one.
All sorts of dreams can be supplied.
Friday,22 January 2010
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Validation for colin j
Sometimes I think we should not try
to make our cherished dreams come true
and be content with fantasy.
We must accept reality
Some cherished dreams are doomed to fail.
Because they are not meant to be.
That does not mean we should not dream
For dreams are a necessity
Though they’re not always as they seem
Dreams can protect our sanity
provide escape from every day
repetitive reality.
Dreams can become reality
Though only if they’re meant to be.
31/05/2009
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Inspiration, motivation, satisfaction
Your wants and needs are not the same.
You needs you cannot do without.
Your wants are quite a different game.
Things that you choose to dream about.
Long cherished dreams can motivate
you to make that extra effort
and when you win appreciate.
It was much easier than you thought.
Some people are content to dream
others will make their dreams come true.
All part and parcel of life’s scheme.
Dreamers just dream and doers do..
Though some of us combine the two
We dream at first and then we do.
Saturday,21 August 2010
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Mind Control.
Mind control
Pantoum form
She dreamt a dream within a dream.
A lucid dream she could control
She chose the pace she chose the theme
In order to achieve her goal.
A lucid dream she could control.
Every detail was designed,
to blend together seamlessly.
Such was the power of her mind.
To blend together seamlessly.
A demonstration of her skill.
She succeeded effortlessly.
She exercised her sovereign will.
A demonstration of her skill.
Which she had earned by studying
She exercised her sovereign will
By her control of everything.
She chose the pace she chose the theme
She dreamt a dream within a dream.
Tuesday,30 November 2010
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Travel to the place...
Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.
Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.
Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.
Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.
Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.
Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.
Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.
Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.
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Freedom. Ivorian sonnet
Because some people disagree
about the rules of poetry.
There’ll always be some argument.
Nobody can define the rules
which leads to widespread discontent.
Some cannot understand it seems,
that every poet has the right.
To choose the way they share their dreams
in any form they choose to write.
I say each poet should be free
to write the way they want to write.
In metered verse with rhyming schemes
or try some new experiment.
No one can dictate how you write.
Wednesday,16 June 2010
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Maybe!
Maybe.
Perhaps our dreams are prophecies,
in which we see what is to be.
Though we don’t take them seriously
and disregard them completely.
It may be sad but it is true
There are a few a very few.
Who do believe and they achieve.
A great deal more than most can do.
Because they’re willing to pursue
their dream until they make it true.
This simple truth I share with you.
If you are willing to accept
the plans your sleeping mind projects
If you believe you can achieve.
Whatever goal you’re aiming for.
Things that you have not done before.
Dreamers can accomplish more
Because they’re willing to explore
the different possibilities.
Within their capabilities
They can achieve all they conceive.
I don’t expect you to agree
that every dream’s a prophecy.
But to consider carefully.
It’s possible that they might be.
You have free choice it’s up to you
to believe what you want to.
I’ve no intention to deceive.
I only want to share with you.
What I believe to be quite true.
You can do all you want to do.
That you can be successful too.
And make your dreams reality
instead of being fantasy.
All you need is to believe.
Tuesday,10 August 2010
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Open invitation for M 'lady Lucianne
Just loose your hold and come with me.
Explore the worlds of fantasy,
strange places only dreamers see
There is no charge it is quite free.
Decide where you would like to be
and we will travel rapidly.
Borne on the wings of poetry.
There is nothing for you to fear
reality won’t disappear.
You can’t escape so easily.
29-Apr-08
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Do I dream or am I dreamt?
Do I dream or am I dreamt?
Surrealistic landscapes can
appear to be reality.
Scenes never seen by any man.
I can imagine easily.
Strange planets occupied
by aliens hostile to men
At other times I’m satisfied
to see the mountains once again.
I’m in control I can dictate
exactly what I wish to see.
I only need to concentrate
and set my questing spirit free.
When I dream I dream lucidly
unless someone is dreaming me.
02/09/2009
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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley
To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.
7-Jun-08
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A little and often will suffice
No pain no gain, but that’s insane
When you feel pain it’s warning you
that you should really think again.
What it is that you try to do.
Increase your strength and stamina.
To exercise for its own sake
can often make you go too far.
So pace yourself for safety’s sake.
For if you push yourself too hard.
You do more damage than you know.
A heart attack’s a poor reward
The best advice is taking it slow.
If you are wise you will think twice
Before you over exercise.
17-Sep-08
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Pulling myself together for M'lady Ann Beard
In dreams I can communicate
with disparate parts of me.
I’m learning to appreciate.
The frightening complexity
Of the different parts of me.
Which I must balance constantly
A task I must face every day
so they combine to make me, me..
I am a father and a son.
I am a brother and a friend.
The endless list goes on and on.
It seems as though it has no end.
Somehow I manage to control
at least the parts on public view.
The scattered parts which make the whole
But still conceal a thing or two.
The parts of me I need to change.
I’m sure I can do given time.
Some parts of me are weird and strange.
Like creatures from an earlier time.
The Id tries to assert its will.
The ego sure to disagree.
The super ego bids them both be still.
I just accept they’re part of me.
When other people look at me.
I wonder if they wonder too
If they can see reality.
I am not certain that I do.
Wednesday,02 December 2009
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Tailor made for you for M' lady Dawn Slaker
Dreams for sale, each one brand new.
Created daily fresh for you.
I do not claim my dreams come true
but I am sure that some must do.
The only thing I guarantee
is confidentiality.
If you should choose to buy from me.
There are no prying eyes to see.
The kind of dreams that you prefer
There are no records anywhere
So you can purchase free from care
I pride myself on being fair.
Each dream you buy is tailor made
and of the very highest grade
Well worth the price which you have paid.
I am certain that the will persuade.
Even the hardened sceptics to
return again for something new
I usually find that people do
and truly hope that you will too.
Dreams for sale a vast array
and all are freshly made today.
And if you cant afford to pay
I keep a few to give away.
For dreams are a necessity
whether bought are given free.
you can contact me easily
I live in your vicinity
.
If you should find you need a dream
just send your message by moon beam
The moon and I work as a team
that’s working well a splendid scheme
13-Aug-08.
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Misplaced confidence for M lady C.T.Heart
Although dreams can come true; they seldom do.
We are convinced this rule does not apply
to us. We will be treated differently.
Such is our egocentric point of view
So we believe the dreams which we pursue
could well come true. We see no reason why
we should not succeed if we really try.
We fervently believe we deserve to.
The old adage” Hope springs eternally
Does not accord with our experience
but we can disregard this easily”
although it goes against all common sense.
Dreams are not known for logicality.
So in our dreams we still place confidence.
10-Nov-08
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Perchance to dream for friend thad
I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt.
A lucid dream I could control,
in which I thought I would attempt
to contact my immortal soul.
I moved up to a higher plane.
Which I accomplished easily.
I thought perhaps that I could gain.
Some knowledge relevant to me.
I met myself and face to face
we could converse quite naturally.
Discussed the trials I must face
This seemed quite logical to me.
Was it a dream? I can’t be sure
I only know it seemed to be.
Somehow it served to reassure
me that all is as it ought to be.
Was it a dream or possibly
an altered state of consciousness.
A different reality
It could be either one I guess.
What does it matter anyway.
A dream may have reality
which we perceive a different way.
When viewed imaginatively.
Imagination is the key
which opens portals we can pass
in spirit form so easily
But must return too soon alas.
I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt
a lucid dream I could control.
Perchance I failed in my attempt.
Not ready yet to be made whole.
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Grandchild M' lady Chitra
She walks in beauty innocent.
Too young as yet to understand
beauty can create discontent.
Men will regard her with desire
and other girls with jealousy.
Emotions that she will inspire
in other folks against her will
She is content to be herself,
she has her own dreams to fulfil.
She is not quite a woman yet
retains a trace of childishness.
Which in due course she will forget.
As she matures and comes to know
the power that her beauty brings
But can she use it wisely though?
Or let power go to her head
and use her beauty to control
and gain her selfish ends. Instead
of being what she’s meant to be.
Some one who cares for other folks.
Oblivious to their jealousy.
and to the lustful looks of men.
Continue to act naturally
as she does now. She is open
to the demands circumstance.
What influence is brought to bear
which will define her future stance.
She walks in beauty innocent.
There is so much for her to learn,
before she becomes competent
to choose the way that she will go.
The choice she faces hers alone,
and not a gift I can bestow.
She has free will as we all do.
I dare not offer my advice
after all what do I know.
18-Nov-08
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I Want To Be A Free Girl
(bell / creed / gamble / huff)
I was there when dreams came true
Stuck around when they fell through
Lifes too short to play with your emotions
I gotta travel, I gotta travel
Said I wanna see the world
I wanna be a free girl
Said I wanna see the world
I gotta be a free girl, mmm
The silly games you played werent new
Lost them all
But they beat you, too
Theres no time for fooling with children
I gotta travel, I gotta travel
Said I wanna see the world
I gotta be a free girl
Yes, I wanna see the world
I gotta be a free girl, oh
Oh, lifes too short to play with your emotions
I gotta travel, I gotta travel
Said I wanna see the world
I gotta be a free girl
Yes I wanna see the world
I gotta be a free girl
Yes I wanna see the world
I gotta be a free girl
Said I wanna see the world
Yeah, gotta be a free girl
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Hard Road
(h. vanda / g. young)
My mama n papa told me son that youre just a fool
When I told em I was leaving home I was leaving school
So then in a couple of hours I found myself
Heading down that southbound road
With everything I owned on my back
I carried such a heavy load
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line
Well I wanna tell ya friends
That its good to be a traveling man
cause Im doing what I want to
Living just the best that I can
Nobody putting rings around my neck
To put me in a pigeon hole
Ive got my dog and my radio
To listen to some rock n roll
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line
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Reward for long service.
Reward for long service
English ode format.
The waterways of England are
Somewhat neglected nowadays
More fun than travelling by car
Is cruising down the waterways.
Although you cannot travel fast.
You can enjoy the scenery
Sheer pleasure from the first to last
Speed merchants though may stand aghast
They much prefer machinery
to relics from the distant past.
The narrow boats which they despise.
Are works of art in their own right.
Some motorists to their surprise
see waterways in new light.
The motorways designed for speed
To tell the truth are not much fun
Although some drivers disagreed
You cannot please everyone
Alternative religion
a modern technocratic creed.
I choose to cruise the waterways.
A slower pace that suits my taste
Than drive on busy motorways
I have no need for making haste
Each to their own I must suppose
You’re free to choose what suits you best.
To travel fast or travel slow
I don’t claim to speak for the rest.
Though I can guess I do not know.
What pressures have been brought to bear
Why some must choose the motorways
To travel fast from here to there.
I’ve opted out of the rat race.
Retirement has set me free
To travel at my chosen pace
No boss to tell me what to do
It is entirely up to me
That’s why I chose the waterways
I took the chance to start anew.
I am aware not everyone
Has the freedom to decide to do
the same as I have done.
Their choices are limited to.
Obeying what employers say.
Resigning from their present post
and try to find a different way.
But most cannot afford the cost.
I know that I am fortunate.
I worked like that for forty years.
Retirement I find is great.
Better than it first appears.
I was quite sure I would be bored.
With nothing to look forward to
But it’s a case of all aboard.
We’re off to see somewhere new.
No need to rush my times my own
How quickly past the years have flown.
Wednesday,23 November 2011
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Only a thought away for M'lady Tara
The moonlight casts across the lake. A gleaming path which dreamers take
which leads them to or so it seems a magic land of fulfilled dreams
A different reality where they are granted instantly
The powers which they need to be utterly and completely free
To travel at the speed of thought to see the silver dragons sport
their changing colours as they fly in graceful dance across the sky
Or watch the mermaids as they play amidst the surf at break of day.
Though every wish is satisfied eventually they must decide
To leave the realms of fantasy, returning to reality.
The hum drum world of every day, resume the roles they have to play
but they return refreshed renewed. More positive in attitude
than those sad soul who dare not take the silver path across the lake
But choose instead to lie awake regretting every past mistake.
Because they lack the courage to, do what wiser dreamers do.
So take your courage in both hands forget this world and its demands
Just set your troubled spirits free to roam the lands of fantasy.
It does not take too long to learn and once you’ve been you will return.
You are quite free to come and go between the worlds you’ll come to know.
The boring world of every day or fantasy when you wish to play.
10-Aug-08
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