Poetry Blogs (dreams)

Love happens when you least expect it.

When you have your eyes closed and are looking in the opposite direction.

Love happens even when you shun it. 

Even when you curse it from the pits of hell love happens. 

Love happens and it knows why it came and how long it plans to stay.

When it happens it takes you by storm 

Love happens and with no words

Love happens and when it does

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the voice comes to me 
as a phantom in a dream. 

as i write 
the voice channels 
from him to me. 

laughter vanishes 
to staring at the sea, 
to the house 
that no longer carries 
his childhood dreams. 

vacanies searching for occupation 
from passing through stations 
to platforms holding onto memories, 
all of it comes to me. 

in my internal screenplay, 
is he the playwright 
or th...

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Have you ever seen seahorses fly?

They have wings you know. 

Like us, seahorses flow

wherever they want to go.

They do it by camouflage,

we do it by pen.

With ink, even virtually,

we can create a world of our choosing,

one where everyone gets along,

no sadness, no suffering.

Smiling, dancing, singing...

A love story for the ages,

one that defies space and time,

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Dreams are such strange creatures

Presenting vivid or

amorphic features

They steep your mind

in make-believe

Where past & present

Interweave 

I'm in the woods

'neath a gnarly tree

Where friends of old 

run wild & free 

Friends who now rest

as soil or ash

Or who simply faded

into time's elapse

But, I'm standing there

Fully gro...

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A recalcitrant granny at my local ALDI

Seeking a refund on her custard creams

Made me wonder how you get a refund

After a whole lifetime of broken dreams

Merchandisers of Eros were my nemesis

I bought my first dream from sweet Julia

Redolent of cinnamon and Dioressence

Before morphing into something peculiar

Heather's packaging was slick and cool

Her labelling ...

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My eagle eye sweeps
The room nursing maimed dreams 
And stifled memories
Which make walls bleed 
When drubbed by the hollow breeze.

Who am I except a mute bystander?
Unfazed by the detritus,
My steady gaze punctures
The flesh of aged and nascent delusions.

Stay, stay with me,
Before I leave, 
And catch a train 
To a place where summer rains 
Submerge mundane lands 
And bleached s...

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When I think of Carlos, 
a beautiful soul of a man, 
emotional, heartfelt poetry bleeds through 
Tears creep on the brink of every reading 
His hand held over his heart to keep it in 
He makes a mark wherever he goes 
The rhythm of his words flow 
And it leaves you speechless 
All you can mouth is ‘wow…’ 

Pondering over poems to capture what I believe in 
A work of art always in progre...

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As fallow spells go, that one went

Not a sign of the partner I was after

Wit and charm were what I needed

Not yawns or cold careless laughter

Souls may crack like china ornaments

A heart may not be intact as it seems

When appears a fellow-spirit speaking

Words that can mend broken dreams

Her face was honest fair and strong

No beauty burnished her features

In...

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Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-seven-08-30-2020

eyes squeeze shut all at once with 
wishes whispered under breaths to be 
anywhere else, anywhere cooler than 

the constant heatwave of near 100 degrees. 
Toes dip into makeshift sandy beaches 
along the city’s river while children 

play in water fountains next to erected sandcast...

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There she was sitting in her chair

The passage of time seen in her gray hair

She sits not in a chair on a throne of honor

Tea cookies and lemonade the silent child ate

Cookies salty-sweet this is how she will grow to be

Lemonade just enough tart you can see it from her heart

Words of wisdom in a melodious feminine tone

Encouraging us to rise up and tell me ...

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A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't 
mean a thing 
in the grand scheme.

Wears his heart 
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.

Waxes poetic about 
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain 
unsolved mysteries.

More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me. 

https://youtu.be/0FT3SmZ_zx0

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sprouting from the underground,

reaching for the light,

messengers of truth 

tell us the news 

spoken dreams 

awaken us now, 

emboldened by our own worth, 

timepieces have reversed 

our covert existence,

like buried keepsakes 

begged for air,

pained to be bare 

our struggles,

spotlight moments in

Hollywood movies; as we weep, 

the only wa...

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I wish for a soulful voice,

a proud father,

reconciled love. 

In absence of these things, 

I do not despair, 

because I have the music,

that makes my unfulfilled wishes,

beautiful dreams. 

https://youtu.be/7CXywFTR1gM

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Your words are a

breath of fresh air.

It warms my heart

to see you at the

pantheon of passion,

creating a lyrical legacy,

writing love letters

across the sky,

of a beautiful dream. 

https://youtu.be/yCx8H_4E4H0

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My anklets fill the air with resounding laughs 

As I scuttle between tall blades of grass.

I feel free 

Like I'm the breeze.

A yearning dream

Lounges among the clouds.

Her hand caresses my cheek,

I feel safe and sound.

Did I tell you that I feel free?

Free from the restraint of a rhyme scheme;

Free from structure;

Free from obsessions

Like a speck of dust on a t...

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Resistance is futile. 

You will not find rest

as long as I am near, 

whispering in your ear. 

STOP,  right now.

Write now. 

Talk about how 

love echoes 

in the valley of 

lost souls. 

Share your hopes, 

dreams, fears. 

I’m listening, 

channeling, 

ready to bathe you, 

in serenity. 

I am your muse, 

voice of truth, 

your...

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I met you once, by chance
but you appeared in my dreams
the very next day.
It was not happy nor unhappy
not in black and white but nor bright and colourful
(like the ones I usually see)
It wasn't unimaginable or unclear
(like most of my dreams)
It didn't change faces or continued for a longtime

I saw us at a party
you stood across the room
and suddenly turned, caught my eye and smiled
...

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To learn everyday was what taught to me,
Sinking in an ocean, moving steadily;
It was the ocean of knowledge and believes,
Suddenly the world changed, and power came to cease.

'Look at him, look at her', comparing to the whole world,
Trying my very best, to win in every word.
Becoming a good son, a dear brother and good friend,
But that 'I', was lost in the end.

I became what you want,...

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How many love letters do I have to write before they are sent
How many hours do I spend and lament
Over the impossible dream
The one that can’t be seen
And more and more it seems
Like it’s never going to be

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The shape of our love, our version of it,
Exists in bubbling thoughts of former lives
And constant dreams of distant hearts
Where our lives are entwined

Ripples of waves intersect
Jetting dangerously close
But never on the same path
Turning heads, looking back

How do we get off this track
Without losing control,
Without knowing
Where it will go

The inhabitants look upon us
Making wave...

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A magenta sky 
greets my morning sigh.

Another majestic day, 
lost in the minutia of life.

Shoulda, coulda,woulda,
paralyzing dream sabers. 

Distractions abound.

Download another book,
refresh the poet's page.

Escape, behind a waterfall
of tears.

Long nights,
paved years. 

Fandango memories
sustain me. 

Resilience 
prevails.

Dry your eyes,
face your fears.

Wr...

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You lie awake in bed with your eyes swollen from the tears and the pain

Wondering why you deserve to hurt

You play back scenes in your head thinking , " Was it all fake!"

The smiles, the love, the times we laid together in bed, talking about children, and houses by the lake

You close your eyes and tears fall down your face and you cry to God , " Please, please make it all go away!"

...

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I wish I could tell you how much I miss you but there is no point in that.

I wish that things could be different but I know that they will not.

And I wish I could stop loving you but my heart is so torn and yet so full of love.

I wish I could turn back time and make you be mine.

But these are all wishes that God hears but doesn’t act on.

And everyday it’s a battle to keep moving on ...

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Its been on the ebb since

I was knee-high to a tarantula and

While some say baldness and

Virility go hand in hand meaning

Eunuchs are spared, I'm the

Exception that proves the rule for

I would rarely let my hair down

Even when I had it.

An acolyte of hair tonics since

Billy Walker advertised Vitalis,

Dreams only echo my obsession, whether

Fatal entanglement in the

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The Loop At The Edge Of Reason

Christmas eve seventy-seven

Snowflakes prickle on exposed skin

I pull the duffle coat tight around my neck

As I weave my weary way up Westgate

Glancing in the Black Horse windows

As the amber light spills out

Onto the crystal streets of Wakefield

Paving them in wuffle-dust

My mind wanders and gears click

As I think of all the H...

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I want to sleep, so I can dream. 

Dreaming makes the pain go away,

weakens my prison walls,

so you can rescue me. 

I feel your warm breath on my face,

your loving embrace... 

Hand-in-hand we run through the lush,

exotic island. 

Our laughter echoes among the trees

as we look towards the horizon and

see eternity... 

Dawn beckons me.

I don’t wa...

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Retreat?
Really?
After all I fought for?
All these years for nothing.
I see capitulation in their eyes.
The ones who called themselves
Rebels and activists.
Is that me anymore,
Fighting against a whole world,
Stopped by their own panic?
I see my place not here,
Maybe somewhere in space,
Somewhere on another planet
Where "humans" are no sheep
And individuality is normal.
Excluding no...

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Last Night, through the Window

Last night, through the window,

I heard a train;

But I am far from the railway.

Last night, through the window,

I heard a plane;

But I am far from the airport.

Last night, through the window,

I heard a bus;

But I am far from the road.

Last night, through the window,

I heard an owl;

But I am far from the woods.

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