Poetry Blogs (2013, dreams)
M.C. Newberry on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (2 hours ago)
DREAMING FOR ALL TO SEE
You say I'm a dreamer
And so I may be
But the dreams I have aren't just for me
They're for you and all to see
The dream is love,
Is life and joy
A dream of peace
Of shelter from the storm
The dream is the lifeblood
Flowing through my veins
The dream will always be
All to see all that remains
You say I'm a dreamer
I tend to agree
But I dream not ...
Saturday 16th November 2013 1:33 am
In The Arms Of Morpheus
dew cast lawns
bare footed and silent
the silken threads
of spiders webs
lacing toes with frost
cross the path
lead gently to
a flowing river
pop to the surface
in silver bubbles
before being lost
In the flowing eddies
Friday 18th October 2013 8:25 pm
I look at you
You don’t look back
You can’t hear what I’m saying
Blinkered, you start to backtrack
Into your world of playthings
I wish you’d join me
You never know what you might see.
A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy
A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance
But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind
I’ll speak to...
Friday 30th August 2013 1:46 pm
are we recording?
with that the withered concierge told me
“we don’t want your type around here
regardless I made love to a cultural icon
away from the conference table
out of sight of the knowing grins
I made her smile
and as ziggy played for time with no
reason nor rhyme
there and then I decided to hide this story in a
Thursday 30th May 2013 11:00 am
Jail Writings* (letters to self)
-I dreamt that I woke up in someone else's bunk bed. under the mat I found an array of knives, shanks and "evil" shrine material wrapped up in a mess. Guards dress me like a doll. I guess they found me at virginia avenue in minneapolis. not knowing why is the worst, especially because you were there. drunken idiot.
-even time to waste i...
Saturday 20th April 2013 7:32 am
I remember the joy and confusion.
A touch of your lips was not an illusion.
Almost love, almost fall into the abyss.
I know the secret of loneliness,
It’s a mystery and it is soundness,
The dream that was just a fess.
I run in a hush and in snowy garden
Longing and wishing to say ‘pardon’.
Missing the only one every day harden.
Tuesday 12th February 2013 7:46 pm
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm