Awakening Poetic Impulses
perfect insight conception dreams poems
written in deep sleep composition reality perception
released in moments fixed awakening rising
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Moments Of Writing Poetry
Draft poems sometimes like
loose ripped off pieces of paper
to be drafted out roughly upon.
Draft poems hang around
in the strangest places waiting
to be written out one day.
Draft poems wait for a poet
to wake at the beginning of day
to be written out, in any
seized moments, sacrificed.
This is now time, shower time, eating time,
reflective time, conversation time, work time;
t.v. time, driving time, riding motorcycle time,
going to sleep time, cooking time, or any time.
Draft poems can only be written
in spared moments of seized time.
Draft poems can only be written today,
they will not wait for fair weather like hay,
which lays around waiting to be harvested.
Draft poems will not wait for a clear sunny day to dawn,
and then mature slowly, over a perfect golden summer.
Draft poems are ever now or never
if they are ever to be swiftly written.
A draft may possibly be perfected
upon any future day of favoured writing;
but a draft never written is a poem
never written, never completed, never known.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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Oh The Beauty Of The Poems I Would Have Written
OH THE BEAUTY OF THE POEMS I WOULD HAVE WRITTEN
Oh the Beauty of the Poems I would have written
The poignancy the pain the perception-
What Life gave in other more meaningful moments
Of love of loss of grief of understanding-
Oh the Life in certain times and ways
So much greater than anything I could say about it-
Oh the Poetry too at its best
Beyond what I could have written
Oh the poetry of the great233 poets- not mine.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Key To Specimen Slices Of Life
I believe I have not really written yet;
I believe I may not get time chance;
I believe I can; I feel so much unsaid;
I believe in not taking self too seriously;
but writing thoughts expressed perfectly
exactly as perceived in eureka mind's eye;
is key to insight fuse expression;
is key to specimen slices of life;
reality magnified focus perception;
heightened into new concept mind;
reality sliced diced beheld
is touchstone to reality fusion;
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Have Written Too Many Imperfect Poems
I HAVE WRITTEN TOO MANY IMPERFECT POEMS
I have written too many imperfect poems
This is another one.
Years have gone by,
Where are the perfect poems?
A handful of true poems
And the poet does not die.
Where are mine?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Of the individual poems, some are more lyric and some are more descriptive or narrative. Each poem is fixed in a moment. All those moments written or read together take on the movement and architecture of a narrative.
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A Moment Of Clarity
Will Gift you
an insight into the world
Will Gift you
a reasoned reflective reality
Will give you a meditative poem
an insight into the meaning of shadows
the perception is always
a kaleidoscopic view
object and interaction
the beholder and the beheld
a moment of clarity
between hastily filled spaces
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Surrreal Place
Escape, for me, is reading a book
based on Terry Pratchett's 'Thief of Time' where
perfect moments are kept in a glass palace – I have
decided to dream about 'perfect moments' and keep
them divine, unspoiled by the one-dimensional
interpretation of inter-subjective reality
Making my escape to a surreal place - an
unending glass palace - perfect moments
kept in space - resembling Indra’s heaven
every perfect pearl strung in such a way to
reflect every other pearl
A hologram in which virtual reality allows us
to learn how to fulfil our dreams and Carine
happy today, fulfilling my vision of her warm
and content - a sweet dream unfolding in
my heart - frozen blossoms
Will start blooming one day - and once bearing
fruit, a new dream will manifest, imparting the
happy glow of quantum physics in which a Mr
Darcy stares at Elizabeth and a Mr Rochester
calls on Jane Eyre - why -
Because we always recreate the world
in our minds
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Beliefs Forever Tricked
Marketing a perception,
Is only as good as the result.
If an anticipated result is achieved,
A perception fed can be said to be successful.
Hopefully the perception sold,
Does not become intercepted by the reality.
A clash with reality could leave some minds whacked.
To become entrapped with beliefs forever tricked to enslave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Conqueror
Deep insight into our complex mind
and one finds
I
dominating our lives
hub
around which revolves our existence
touch, taste, hear, see and smell
senses
like crossroads
creating diversions
difficult to navigate
a path straight.
In the maze of selfishness
mine, yours, ours, theirs
nothing matters but
I.
Once perception of reality
and realization dawns
that
I and you are not
we
but ONE
one becomes the conqueror
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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I Cannot Leave The Poems
I CANNOT LEAVE THE POEMS
I cannot leave the poems-
There are too many moments of life
When the Beauty of it comes so suddenly and surprisingly-
It should not pass unnoticed.
Poems lived and imperfectly written down.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Time Slips Away for Love
There is an awakening
That occurs in a life,
A perception of truth:
The glory of being
Or the sadness of existing,
The passion expressed
Or the passion suppressed.
Beautiful poet Petrarch
Wrote love poems for Laura
Long after her death
While some men will sleep
In the same bed with a woman
For thirty years for whom
They didn’t love to discover
Their life is nearly over.
Meet me along the river at dusk
And we’ll await the arrival
Of new stars.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Coming or Going
It's becoming more and more real
These visions, these dreams
They're taking more and more likeness of the people here
Waking up in a drenched with sweat shirt
Thinking that you are here
It's becoming more and more real
Is this the reality?
The page I write this on to the air I breathe
Is this actually here?
Or am I about to awake?
It's becoming more and more real
I don't control either outcome if it is only the two worlds
One does have to be a reality and the other has to be the dream
But which can I say is real
It's becoming more and more real
There is a difference that I have found
And it does keep my body bound
However, before I state my convincing notion
I came up with a suitable proposition
Whether awake or asleep, here or there
I must and accordingly maintain normalcy
It's becoming more and more real
Digressing back, the difference is where I sleep and memories remembered
My arrogance allows me the insight to know where I sleep, I wake
I keep this as remembrance, reference
Because as in my dreams
It's becoming more and more real
Good Night
Sir Ryan C. The First
March 3,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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Had I Written Less
HAD I WRITTEN LESS
Had I written less
And had it been more perfect-
Had there been four or five poems
Worth remembering-
Even two-
Even one.-
Had I written less
Would I have known
The meaning and joy
A long life of writing has given?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Deep Sleep
Ive been walking in a deep sleep
Sleepwalking but I just woke up
From a deep sleep
A very deep sleep
Ive been running on remote control
In a deep sleep
I awoke the moment I was told
That a smile is just a frown turned around
On the face of a clown with a mean streak
It was a deep sleep
A very deep sleep
I cant remember what I used to know
Somebody help me now and let me go
Into a deep sleep
Push me back now let me go
Into a dream again
To a sleep unlike before
So deep it never ends
Ive been caught inside a deep sleep
Sinking deeper after I forgot
Sleepwalking as I watch myself
In a deep sleep
I keep pretending that its someone else
song performed by by Devo
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We Sit And Dream
We sit and dream
what our perfect life could be,
unless we do something
about those dreams
they will never become reality.
We have to work on them
every single minute of the day,
for if we don’t
the dreams will disappear away.
My advice on dreams is
if you want them bad enough,
reach out and grasp them,
make them become reality.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Creepin
I can hear you sighin
Sayin youll stay beside me
Why must it be
That you always creep...
Into my dreams
On the beach were sittin
Huggin, squeezin, kissin
Why must it be
That you always creep...
Into my dreams
In my dreams
When Im sleep at night babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
When you sleep at night babaa...
I wonder do I creep into your dreams
Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy
Oh, love is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah...
Guess you will be stayin
So let it be
That you always creep...
Into my dreams
In my dreams
When Im sleep at night babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
When you sleep at night babaa...
I wonder do I creep into your dreams
Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy
Oh, love is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah...
Guess you will be stayin
So let it be
That you always creep...
Into my dreams
In my dreams x8
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Our Perfect Worlds
in a perfect world
bla bla cope out pretexts
people of cold hearts
perfect wonder worlds
are created in our dreams
by all dream believers
in reality of dreams
coming true realized
with heartfelt efforts
perfect wonder worlds
are every day created
by all who believe dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shipmates & Cheyenne
This song was first released on the windsong album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Shipmates and cheyenne, raindrops and cryin
Haunt the dreams of an old, old man
Candles and church bells, laughter and farewells
Revolve in his thoughts like a wind
Stallions and blizzards, steelies and lizards
Adrift in the meadows of time
No sense of progression, of age or direction
No meter, no form, no rhyme
Ill hold me one
Just one rising sun
Long after daylight is gone
Ill hold me one
One more rising sun
Till my daylight and darkness is done
Kingdoms and cupboards, losers and lovers
And evnings of blackberry wine
Falling like sand, the memry of hands
And kisses, and whispers and sighs
Ill hold me one
Just one rising sun
Till long after daylight is gone
Ill hold me one
One more rising sun
Till my daylight and darkness is done
Ill hold me one
One rising sun
One more rising sun
Till my daylight and darkness is done
Words by joe henry, music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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We Need New Poems
WE NEED NEW POEMS
We need new Poems-
So many great Poems
Have already been written.
Perhaps the Greatest poems
Have already been written.
But we need new poems.
We need our Poems
We need the poems only we can write
We need the poems we must write.
We need new poems
My poems
Your poems
Our poems.
We need new poems.
Let us write them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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