polar bears
appearing to be without cares
surf the Bonsai Pipeline
'neath parasols
I believe those are
strawberry daquiris
with red, white and blue umbrellas
they are a sippin'
it isn't a competition
but the crowd cheers
nonetheless
who knew they could surf
certainly, not the
Globalist Luciferians
I could interject
were I more circumspect
about her
there's always a her
as it were
when I
am ensconced
an apple of
a certain turtle dove
but I grow weary
and Timothy Leary
didn't interest me
much to everyone's chagrin
were this a dream
I would not fall to sleep
and sheep
their mindless leaping
would not
signify the coming
gloom of one more night
in lonely's tomb
what have we here?
an assembly to address ...
"People, people
The Earth Conscripted Unitripted
Dudes and Dames Who got a Little
Froggy When the Icecaps Turned to Slushys
Society of What the Hell
welcomes you
to my world
did anyone bring that girl?
Okay, just checking
some necking could've
sent this vision in a whole
exciting different way
but no derision is intended
so, let's play"
the world is going surely
straight to hell
and I mean really
if you are believers
metaphorically
if you find
that such talk is from
deceivers
either way our goose is
sautéed crisped and cooked
we've all been rooked
ENTER: The rays
of the eternal daystar
bouncing deliriously
on my forlorn figure
like ... lights ... yep
under the clever guise
of a nightmare
the days pass by
this day
that day
and then there was
the other day
I remember as I watch clouds
dancing by
Mark Larky from the third grade
they called him spazz
it hurt his feelings
but he didn't have a machine gun
no one did
we didn't know our rights
so, we all lived in ignorance
we were wrong to call him that
but it didn't cost us anything
the Constitution was not threatened
there was no need to mend
In days of yore ...
The young Mark of Clumsastumblefoot
was gregarious by nature
but strange to the nimble and fleet
folk of Gracefulopolus
but as the town motto said
"Grace is for all, should they stand or fall"
so, young Mark could always
count on a helping hand
he was most clumsy a foot
but his grip grew strong
and his love for all did too
when Susie Weakbonette
fell down the well
all were forlorn
no one had toes
of suitable grip strength
to grasp her
Mark reached down with his
powerful hands and snatched her up
(at least that's what my
daydream was about ....)
well, daydreams, nightdreams
we all scream
yes, I scream
I had a dream
but she left
on that cloud over there
the one that looks
like a ravenous clam
consuming a Kosher pickle
as it approaches
two mountains
made out of molehills
but I dream anyway
for it's all she left me
it's become a foolish dream
for I am
I awaken
having dreamt of you
yes
without an open eye
I feel the sheets
entwinned in my legs
silky and warm
and the pillows
held close
I taste you on my lips
and I hear you moan
that satisfied moan
and I writhe a bit
for I want more of you
before I face the day
I open my eyes
you lean forward
and kiss me
it's just a dream
but no dream
would be sad
opinions vary
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Author Notes
ANYONE is welcome to join our little club. I highly recommend it. :))
Write a free verse poem that involves dreams or dreaming in some way. It can be any kind of dream, daydream, nightmare, dream for the future, a dream life, a dream girl ... there's no limit but your own creativity. Of course, we are poets, and poets who create our own forms and styles, so remember, use all of the poetic tools available, rhyme, meter, alliteration, form, shape and don't forget that presentation can enhance your vision as well. As always, if you have any questions or any suggestions to offer, the discussion threads are open and waiting. I can only dream of the amazing work about to unfold.
Our dreams are always an amalgam in my view, just like our waking hours. The world goes on, we react and are affected. At the same time, our personal lives follow along of equal or greater importance to us. Everything means more to me when I'm in love. Perhaps, I'm a silly old fool. LOL
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