Loss Entities In Dreams Original 01 26 2011
LOSS ENTITIES IN DREAMS:
Original 01 26 2011
Loss existentialities in dreams faceoff…
Artless object repellant pits dreamer
And the dream face encounter duel
Contentiously sweating loss as the
Peal of desire’s risk to make love
Unprotected –to engage the pipe of
Dreams in sibylline ecstasies induced
By metal and liquid juices that love
Should ferment too for the good of
Finite suspiciousness artless dreams
Desperate for good learn to know inner
Intent and pictured face consistency
Spiritual faces pit the conscience state
Growing out of gardens of object literacy
Weed grows perfectly out of inedible
Content into the toxic climate dwarfing
The slow flowering growth and ambrosia
Of aerate herbal root veining through
Firmament fueled refinement into
Ignitable lightning fired to feed life her
Gift of spiritual strength –so she shares.
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Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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Old New Wise Original 07 23 2010
NEW OLD WISE:
Original 07 23 2010
New: appendages to wing
Torrents on nature’s streaming
River courses and grand parading
Troubadour boulevards and
Evening lady Promenades
Could music proclaim –or silence
The after-hour’s joint red haze
Minstrel melody line for melody
Line -halt momentum mood
Let alone mark time’s waning
Heart’s heartbeat pump spills
Octave fulfilled recital metronome
Old: spiritual gifts ordain
Immortal family strength
We knew to suffer anger
Express spiritual hymnals
Epical men in battle fatigue
Which ones were lovers?
Wise: with strength reserve
Which leaping deer -which
Mentor’s hidden –given ear
Forward toward lengths
Under natural cover of fear
Yell out appendage -sing.
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To Know The Word of the Spirit Original 01 16 2011
TO KNOW THE WORD
OF THE SPIRIT:
Original 01 16 2011
To know the word as motive
Know that God speaks the nous
Between his will and knowledge
Prerogatives of vision and reason
To know the word as verbal
Know that God speaks transcendent
Nous -to know the word as noun
Know God speaks the tone of you
To know the word as poem read
To know the word as pronoun
Know that god does not speak
Of you god speaks to you
To know the word as adverb
Know that God does not speak
About you God speaks through you
To know the word as adjective
Know that God speaks by you
To know the word as preposition
Know God speaks from the heart
To know the word as poem write
To know the word is off the table
Know that God knows who sops
And all that was [was] forgiven
To know word as free verse
To know the word as parable
Know that God speaks nous
To know that God has spoken
Know pain and pleasure in spirit.
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Looking At Family Portraiture Original 09 30 2010
LOOKIING AT FAMILY PORTRAITURE:
Original 09 29 2010
Looking at family portrait albums
Of days long gone children at play
Party revelers growing old never to tire
Looking at ex-wives as beautiful
No stretch of imagination for
Suspension of belief -see that she is
The set decoration –the lighted stage
A beautiful and black woman glare is like
A quintet of four great jazz musicians
And a sideman –a walk-on drummer
Asleep at the end of every measure
She is a memory to wet the dreams
Of rainy dry Augusts -returns the
Roar to rivers from rainy springs
She is a memory in blank stares
At every vamp
And laughter at the chances we dare
To take
But Oh I miss the rivet that held me close
She’s gone leaving me no good humor
She remains a lively portraiture
Children in their play make mothers
Of themselves as if they share their fates
Games are merry and different -she’s
Gone leaving us no good humor -the
Soul will make her boast in lively memories.
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The Gain of Loss
Hardest of Lifes lessons is loss,
In which having becomes without,
When complete changes to shatters,
That what was full is, just an emptiness,
And guided becomes lost.
Security of knowing, fades to a memory,
Images of Love, become dreams,
Security of touch, a sensation ebbed away,
And Loneliness becomes company.
When the weakened Heart, strengthens,
tired from the weariness, of loss,
Growing, of the last Love,
To become the strength,
Of the next.
Lesson learned, is not to Love less,
With Loss,
lesson is, to learn to Love Grander,
With Gain.
poem by Darrel Kincaid
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Dreams in the Dusk
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Loss Lost in Thought
Loss of love from your partner in soul:
A.k.a. jilt;
Loss of love from your bygones of souls:
A.k.a. mourning;
Loss of love which came from a dearth
Of love through rescinding love:
A.k.a. hatred;
Love to science in analysis be
Secretion of oxytocin in association
With an entity that leads to bonding - so boring:
A.k.a. must all suffer scientific explanation?
Loss of love, a catastrophe, nay!
So love, nurture love, and be loved!
Loss of nature from dear Mother Earth:
A.k.a. destruction;
Loss of greed in material world:
A.k.a. always opportunity for altruism;
Loss of kindness and pity and all:
A.k.a. human nature has dark undertones;
Loss of ego and fire of desire:
A.k.a. loss may be good in consequence;
Loss of responsibility; humility:
A.k.a. loss may be unnerving.
Loss of Homo sapiens:
A.k.a. demise of the flawed primate - pinnacle of Darwinism - equates to
No art; music; poetry; debate, and
Everything innate ornate of human!
So concentrate please, on bliss of this.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Wishing For The Past
For Bobcat
After all these lonely years
Why do I still love you so much
Why do I still miss your smile
And still crave your touch
I hear your sweet voice
In my dreams each night
And I constantly wonder
How can I make this right
Still lost in the sweet dreams
I wake and reach for you
But your love is just a memory
A dream I wish would come true
Why do I still feel the loss
Down so deep in my soul
When will I understand it all
So my heart can be whole
You were not my first love
But I promise you will be my last
I will mourn your loss forever
Constantly wishing for the past
poem by Michelle Ogden
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She Was A Part Of The Plan A Plant (Original 09 01 2009)
She was a part of the plan a plant
By the man a six year old doll
In a chocolate dropp that would
Preserve through September’s chill
Through the winter’s freeze to the
Autumn’s turn to soften the soils
For the planting of seed before
The weed of Spring she was a mercy
Of angels who knew not the seasons
Of my patience nor the wish of the
Pick of the sticks from my paper
Box inside the wooden box
Of mementoes
Of wishes come true
She was also a part of the dream
That had last night come back again
In a gansta rap with a booty slap
The car she rode in went into the
Winter river with motorized windows
Frozen closed under the water where
Life sunk with dreams as bubbles rose
The music that played was an echo made
Of the once chocolate doll of my
Kindergarten days -school and night time
Lodge for adult indulgences -and evening
Cinema for the show of reel to reel.
No moral hazards just feel.
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Memory Metaphor Original 03 13 2010
Ruthlessly search memory -yesterday’s not so very
Memorable deposits put unaccountably in the black
Stashed in banks written in poetry books
Today’s gift to think a spirit full -goodness drained
Through clogged senses substance penetrates
Deeper thought - run of the mill think faithfully
Surmises indelibly written fancies personas in
Haute party dress -labels pinned onto
Poly-psychic monetary disguises –the very
Thought of you -I think -remembers deep fathoms
Each to depths of metaphor –to rules of grammar
Neither temper nor philter languages of love
But savor good to taste honey and milk in the
Sop of kisses lick of tongues to the lip sink in pitch
With love song -the smile wide eyed -opened
When done gift kiss liquor forgot new spiritual savor
Memory intrudes on awareness to sleep tossing
And turning spasms recede to blinking at flickering
streams of extra-dimensional Dural membranes
-Gift upon gifted dream -improvising on theme
–Go there…?
Ruthlessly
Searching situational memory beyond spirit metaphor.
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I Am Already (Original 09 27 09) Improvisation 20 21 09
I am already –no needs -always I look to
Need no skies to write the bend to eternity no
Order of operation code -no optic set to write
And display -my poem writes in the star’s bouquet
I am already –black and Spirit too -spirit energy
Discerns the spirit of my act I am already matter’s
Forces noisily disturbed –sky mapped rainbows
Of off-take to the shoulders of roads laid for painted
Lanes behind me imagined -spirit like arrangements
Make themselves obtrusive out of the corner
Of my eye -the love I have for my reign has will
To share never to apologize for the gift of love
Reaches stretched to the given dimensions of
Everything -I am laying down under the feet
Of defeat surfeited by my mentor’s underground
By the trillions of numbers for the stars they count
Glimmers that dim to the dark red –the flow of the
Rays of the silver crimson rain –the lights that light
Up in forgiveness for the moral indulgence in the
Judgment in the self infliction by the shit filled needle
Used to shoot in the gallery lit with pain -real
Forgiveness is the gift that I am -passion for the
Visions for the moves I make –rest in the sleep
For the dreams I forsake I am gifted to pen
The poems of gallery light games that we play.
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poem by Lee B. Mack
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Dream Dream Dream
Dream dream dream
And dream untill dream come true
Life is nothing but dreams
Some accomplished, some unfinished
Some dreams are trifle, some cherished
You are nothing but a result of dreams
Dreams, dreams and nothing but dreams
A dream of someone
Or a dream of your own
Dream is not what you dream while asleep
Dream is what that don't let you sleep
You live for dream
And you die for dream
Your unattained desires are dreams
What you all desire are dreams
You can't accomplished unless you dream
What you accomplished was a dream
The law of attraction and power of passion
All say dream, dream and dream
{Published in Annual Magazine of NOSPLAN- Organisation of the Students of Planning in January,2012 by the same poet.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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The girl of my dreams
I met the girl of my dreams
I held her, I love her, but that wasn’t a dream
She made me feel so special inside
Now I feel like a failure inside
The girl of my dreams was so pretty and pure
The girl of my dreams was so perfect
The girl in my dreams is everything I want
The girl in my dreams is everything that is right
The girl in my dreams talked with me
The girl in my dreams is named Dee
The girl in my dreams showed me who I am
The girl in my dreams showed me what love is
The girl in my dreams showed me how to love
The girl in my dreams I love so much
The girl of my dreams I love you so
The girl of my dreams I hate that you let go
The girl of my dreams you are so rare
The girl of my dreams you for me
The girl of my dreams without life doesn’t seem right
The girl of my dreams without you why put up the fight
The girl of my dreams without you I am not whole
The girl of my dreams without you I feel like I am in a hole.
The girl of my dreams, you are for me
The girl of my dreams is Dee.
poem by Jonathan Pendley
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Dreams I Despair
Dreams I despair
Loss of hopelessness
Doubt my hopeless dreams
Trapped in this small mess
Here lies in this yard
All my precious dreams
Not so precious anymore
Feel like I want to scream
One, two, three down, gone
There go all my schemes
Not so precious anymore
There goes the dream within a dream
Gone, gone, all gone
Those beautiful words
“When I grow up…”
“Goodbye” as they fly like birds
Dreams I despair
Loss of hopelessness
Doubt my hopeless dreams
Trapped in this small mess
poem by Nathalie Payamps
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A Poem of Many Dreams...
Middle class dreams
Can only assume wings
And fly across fancy-sky
Dreams remain dreams
Dreams with wings
Fly away beyond...
Dreams absorbed
Remain within
To follow the dreamer
Dreams dead
Turn into ghosts
Suspended in the air
They pervade mind's grave
Haunting the dreamer in the night...
(09 Aug 2011)
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A loss
Loss of a dream
Loss of a life
Loss of a love
Loss of a path
Loss of a power
This is what I lost,
In this vast world of war.
poem by Austin Courtney
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A Continuation Of Difficult Time!
Education for day today life is of utmost importance to all!
Education is the general base for future life in the world.
Dissatisfaction in education spoils good life in the future
And difficult time for many continues still from childhood!
The only option left happens to be religion for guidance;
Dharmic life of religion to follow nonattachment consoles
And helps to balance between profit and loss in life much.
Otherwise art, music and Nature compensate loss ever!
Leaving life, human and Nature it’s impossible to devote
Oneself in spiritual life to forget all in divine bliss instantly.
Peace of mind lost in life can be regained in poetic dreams;
Expressions of poetry give joy and peace nothing can give!
What is denied by real world and spiritual world, dream world
Of poetry solves all and leads one soar high to sublimity ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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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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Nobody's Business If I Do (Origilnal 04 01 2010)
NOBODY’S BUSINESS IF I DO:
Original 04 01 2010
Sing one old song… “This Bitter Earth…”
Nobody’s business if I do
Events surprise in seldom habituated
Innocence –screams aloud that object
Of impulsive fear
Poignant infrequent relationships bedazzling
An obscure Patent Clerk of noble selection
Last never least of many
Ordained head of suitable disciple companies
Esoteric genteel shooting stars indoctrinated
Poll Northerly –sings off key
Rising student nonviolent coordinating
Dimensions on paper charters written for
Free ghetto children breakfasts
Underwritten by that Constitution nation
Set aside belief re-represented in moral
Value sunset to sunrise
On the event horizon surprise information
Can be heard in gut-bucket lyric about
Blame not ashamed
An old blues tune “If I go out on Sunday…?
Nobody’s business if I do.”
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poem by Lee B. Mack
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Ancient chippewa tradition
The dream net has been made
For many generations
Where spirit dreams have played.
Hung above the cradle board,
Or in the lodge up high,
The dream net catches bad dreams,
While good dreams slip on by.
Bad dreams become entangled
Among the sinew thread.
Good dreams slip through the center hole,
While you dream upon your bed.
This is an ancient legend,
Since dreams will never cease,
Hang this dream net above your bed,
Dream on, and be at peace.
poem by by unknown author
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