Passivity
it is different now
gone where the days when i pursue a dream
forcefully
bombarding walls and breaking doors
and jumping even from high windows
it is futile
forcing ourselves is infantile
ah, the flower does not move
for unlike the birds it has no beak and claws and wings
yet, the sun loves it more than anybody else
slowly unfolding, its petals passive to the caress of the wind
there is no work to be done
a dream unfolds,
we watch with all anticipation
there, there is the satisfaction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Only Flower You Are
A sunbeam caress the only flower from my garden,
What a nice feeling, what a pleasure,
Than to admire the beauty of a flower,
And closing eyes to dream about it.
It's a sweet flower,
Which opened its petals,
To get the joyful morning dew,
And with its fragrance to stun me,
To bring into my heart its magic.
But the most beautiful flower,
That sit next to me,
It's you my love,
You are just a flower bud,
You are all i ever want to hold, ,
You are my dream transposed into reality,
You are my life, my joy.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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The ROSE Healing - God's Design
When spring comes to us,
Scent of flowers in the air,
A tiny little rosebud,
A flower of God's design.
Perfect in His possession,
Always in His hand,
God unfolds the petals,
The secret's unknown to me,
The tiny little rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
Unfolds with perfection,
The rose in His hand.
As my life lies before me,
With it's joy and distress,
He is always near me,
Unfolding all life's petals,
The flower of His design,
Forever in His hand.
poem by Eva L. Shaw
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Beak Kind To Birds!
Beak kind to birds both near and far,
Both high and low as well...
To me, each bird's a superstar!
In fact, to me, they're swell!
Beak kind to birds and show you care
With titbits now and then...
And watch with wonder as they share
Their breakfast once again!
Beak kind and keep your cats at bay...
Else feeding birds take flight!
It's nicer seeing birds at play
Than watching them take fright!
Beak kind to birds, give them their space
So they may co-exist...
For none on Earth can take their place,
So they'd be sorely missed!
Beak kind to birds, they'll flock to you -
They're all our feathered friends!
It doesn't matter, black or blue...
Beak kind - 'cos it makes sense!
poem by Denis Martindale (2003)
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Everybody dreams.
Everybody dreams.
Children dream,
Adults dream,
Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing their voices sing,
I dream of being happy with everything.
I dream of travelling with a map in my hand,
I dream of never coming back to this land,
I dream of finding myself - in sense
I dream of jumping far off this fence.
I dream of any things that one day I'll know,
I dream of the freedom: a dream I won't let go,
I dream of my future and marvel at my pride
As my heart is flying and singing inside.
poem by Twilight Whispers
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A Reminder For All Of Us
according to the laws of evolution something that is not used
may finally be lost. It fades. It is gone. So like the fins of a fish
who migrated to the island, they slowly fall out and from there shall
grow a set of wings and claws. They become birds.And they soon
learn to fly. They dream of clouds.
Like the moss of the rocks by the shore
by the lake. They envy the worms. They dream to wriggle
and move and push their tiny bodies.Soon the acquire the gift
of motion. Soon they become worms and crawl their way up
on the leaf. They even become caterpillars. Soon they become
the new butterflies.
So it will be with us. If we do not walk, our feet will soon be forgotten.
They will become mere skin. Our feet shrink and become part of
our bottom. If we do not think and use our minds, soon the brain
becomes a stone. Hard. Brittle. Soon they become part of the river
where a passerby simply steps upon it. Upon us.
Soon we will just be the sand. And the river flows upon.
If we do not love, soon we will just become a wall, a floor,
a house whose doors will close. A place for nothing
but merely departure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Matching Pair Dual Vilanelle
Upon this man I’ve cast my spell.
He is forever bound to me
I know he loves me I can tell.
He knows he loves me, loves me well
he also knows that I am free.
Upon this man I’ve cast my spell.
I have a dream as all men do.
A dream which keeps despair at bay
I live in hopes it will come true.
My dream is old yet ever new
I can review it every day.
I have a dream as all men do
My heart beat rings out like a bell
which he must hear assuredly
I know he loves me I can tell.
Perhaps in time he will dispel
the fears which haunt him constantly.
Upon this man I’ve cast my spell.
I have but one dream I pursue
to while the lonely hours away
I have a dream as all men do
Then with three words my fears he’ll quell.
Then I will wed him willingly.
I know he loves me I can tell
Why is it that a maid can’t tell
the man she loves so openly
Upon this man I’ve cast my spell
I know he loves me I can tell.
A dream is better shared by two
but you don’t even look my way
I live in hope it will come true.
I know I am in love with you
and yet I am afraid to say.
I have a dream as all men do
I live in hope it will come true
(3-Jun-07/Poeticpiers aka ivor)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fulfillment
I GREW a rose once more to please mine eyes.
All things to aid it — dew, sun, wind, fair skies —
Were kindly; and to shield it from despoil,
I fenced it safely in with grateful toil.
No other hand than mine shall pluck this flower, said I,
And I was jealous of the bee that hovered nigh.
It grew for days; I stood hour after hour
To watch the slow unfolding of the flower,
And then I did not leave its side at all,
Lest some mischance my flower should befall.
At last, oh joy! the central petals burst apart.
It blossomed — but, alas! a worm was at its heart!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Your Simple Dream
you have traveled far
and studied in different
universities and these
did not really make you
happy,
your dream is so simple
as having to caress
a shoulder
brown and wide
enough to fill
your emptiness,
and tonight you fulfill
said dream
your palms land
on the patch of your
simplest dream
to love and
simply be loved in return
and your eyes look
with such a lovely blink
like a dim light
of the bulb teasing
the walls and the ceiling
and the window
and doors now all
shut because of you
they must die in
envy with you
and you let love
swim in your swamps
fly in your clouds
and walk on your
mountains
you let all the birds
sing and the earthworms
burrow
there is no patch in
you that is lacking
each is full and filled
with scent and color
and texture
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The walls
Life, here in the surroundings of my white walls,
The walls that watch me while I pray, while I sing,
While I dance and work in my little room, while
I cry, these white walls they know my life, only
they cry with me or sing or pray or dance, they give
my life the warm feelings of hands. The colors
of my works the fabrics, the pen that move my hands,
the architect of my bones, the father, the I AM, they
all life in me. Life, life is my big question! , life is the
I AM, and the I AM is life. I gather here in my room
all of my works, the good, the bad and the worsse,
they come alive with my help. Life in these white
walls, pink I rather say, ' I love pink' My sink full
of dishes waiting to be washed, the flowers on my
table growing roots, the doors and windows always
on guard, the lamps that never cease to give me light,
the sofa so exhausted of my exhausting body, the tree
near my window poking at me, then the cry of a puppy
I hear it all the time. My shop my objects; they dream
and have their own mind, they wear the colors of life,
they dress up and move my soul,
I love how they love me back…
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The Legacy Of A Dreamer
Someone said that I’m a dreamer,
And if that’s really true—
I’d like to dream the kind of dreams
That few dreamers do.
I would dream the fairest dream—
One that I could share
With rich, poor and so much more
Of people everywhere.
I would dream constructive dreams,
With new ideas on which to build—
Accomplishing elaborate schemes,
By labor and by will.
I would dream impossible dreams
And diligently pursue.
And I would work tenaciously
To make those dreams come true.
I’d dream away the hurt and pain
That sin has caused us all.
I’d dream away the clouds and rain
That linger from the fall.
I’d dream lofty, noble dreams
With aims and goals set high,
And strive to fulfill each dream
Before THE DREAMER dies.
*Taken from: Reflections of Life. 1997.
poem by Walterrean Salley
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What Are You To Me?
(Day dream...day dream...)
Day dream...(day dream...)
So many times i've overfloated
So many faces come and go
I played my cards into the sun
and tried to work out
What you are to me
Been here before
A million open doors
Only one would set me free
So i fought against the wall
And tried to work out
What you are to me, to me, to me, to me...
To me......
Beside my eyes
The answer lies
Something i can't see
Another day
Another way
So they say to me, to me
To me..., to me..., to me...
(what's wrong?)
To me... (to me...)
To me... (to me...)
To me... (to me...)
To me... (to me...)
song performed by by Unkle
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If Only Wishes Were Horses, Part 2
I dream and dream and dream
And dream and dream and dream,
And keep on crying and praying
For chariots many and huge horses -
Despite the saddening saying:
'If only wishes were horses! '
I dream and dream and dream
And dream and dream and dream,
And keep on wishing and longing
For a new Golgotha without crosses
Despite Reality's preaching:
'If only wishes were horses! '
I dream and dream and dream
And dream and dream and dream,
And keep on knocking at doors and gates
Of 'Destiny Villa' and 'Fort d'Oasis'
Despite what nature promulgates:
'If only wishes were horses! '
poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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A Flower To You
Many for me, to write
I have thoughts to share
Just I think to write
what I write
flower of love! I give myself to you.
I have to many dreams as you
and wish to write the flower given to you
why you try to kiss it?
the flower I given you
watching the day with sun
walking the way with funs
hoping the way of God
one more for you and one more for me
I watch from here god may come with me
a burning dream still with me
with at hours how I will dream a new dream
something wonder for one more new world
just keep this dream with you
and never kiss this flower
I given to you God
poem by Thampi KEE
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Dream On
You want some action
Satisfaction
Your days in a haze
You are taking your time
Seeing the world as radiant
Where micacles shine
I said, dream on, dream on, dream on
I have been a king
I have been a slave
Stayed in bed
Lived untamed
Played the fool
Changed lovers
Out of sight out of mind
You will change, you will change she cried
I said, dream on, dream on, dream on, baby ....
song performed by by Xymox
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Secret Flowers
Is love a light for me? A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream
Over old love-books? Or is it a gleam,
A lantern coming towards me from afar
Down a dark mountain? Is my love a star?
Ah me!- so high above so coldly bright!
The fire dances. Is my love a fire
Leaping down the twilight muddy and bold?
Nay, I'd be frightened of him. I'm too cold
For quick and eager loving. There's a gold
Sheen on these flower petals as they fold
More truly mine, more like to my desire.
The flower petals fold. They are by the sun
Forgotten. In a shadowy wood they grow
Where the dark trees keep up a to-and-fro
Shadowy waving. Who will watch them shine
When I have dreamed my dream? Ah, darling mine,
Find them, gather them for me one by one.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
until to the end draws nigh
to wake up and breath high
Ency Bearis
(c) copyright 2008
poem by Ency Bearis
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I Dream Away
I Dream Away
Of The Past
I Dream Away
Cause Something Hunts Me
I Dream Away
Because Of Claws
I Dream Away
Cause I Am Trouble
I Dream Away
Because Of Being Suicidal
I Dream Away
Of Me Being A Brat
I Dream Away
Cause I Was Rapped
Windmill
I dream flying across the air
the same height
I often dream about this
my hands transform into wings
I wonder if there's a meaning
when I float with those wings in dream
but maybe I always think
'I need wings to fly'
in silent sky, vaguely blows the wind
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Of Flower And Bud
said scattered petals
'i was a flower y'day! '
wind blew them away!
said today's bud
'i'll be a flower tomorrow! '
dream floating in eyes!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Beauty In You
slowly the beauty in you
unfolds like the petals
of a rose, in slow motion
unfolding on screen,
not your flat nose, for
it will always be flat
despite the passing
of the years,
my dear, it is your kind heart,
they have not seen it yet,
it is your wisdom, growing
deep in the soil,
like roots.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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