| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/4/2006 7:36:25 AM | Hi there not sure if this fits your criteria, but I thought I would post it anyway, its a different twist on a dream poem...
thanks for the great reads..
Lost and all alone I wandered around
Surrounded by darkness, loneliness and fear
Hugging myself hoping to stop the shakes
From the creatures of the night that I hear
Howling winds echo the sounds
Making them louder in the stillness of the night
Silently I pray for safety and salvation
And the passing of my own fright
My mind is on overload
Seeing eyes staring back at me
Red glowing eyes of the night
Just out of range for the eye to see
Unable to see the creature the eyes belong to
But I know its stalking me
Legs start moving faster out of fright
Hoping that I would find the way to flee
Growling sounds of hunger and need
Are closer to me as I run from a fight
Pounding steps surround me holding me here
In the darkness of the night
Sweat pouring down my face again
Suddenly I awake shaking from fear
Finding faith in the night again
With welcoming sounds that I hear
The nightmare haunts my nights
It’s trying to relay a message to me
One day I will find the answers
To solve the riddle of the dream and sleep free…
Miz | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/4/2006 3:56:31 PM | | Perfect fit Miz, interesting dream or should I say nightmare *smile. Reminded me of one I had a couple of months back. Maybe I can figure out how to put it to rhyme. Thanks for dropping in and sharing your dream. | |
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| Feeling Philosophical Today
Posted: 5/8/2006 12:12:41 PM | From Illusions:
"when you look at it that way...." "listen, " he said, "it's important. We are all. Free. To do. Whatever. We want. To do."
Every Person,
all the events of your life
are there because you have
drawn them there.
What you choose to do
with them is up to you.
A cloud does not know
why it moves in just such a
direction and at such
a speed.
It feels an impulsion...this is
the place to go now. But the sky
knows the reasons and the patterns
behind all clouds,
and you will know too, when
you lift yourself high enough
to see beyond
horizons. | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 54 | |
| Feeling Philosophical Today
Posted: 5/9/2006 5:00:57 AM | Good one drea!!! Timely said/read for me. Thanks.
It feels an impulsion...this is
the place to go now. But the sky
knows the reasons and the patterns
behind all clouds,
and you will know too,when
you lift yourself high enough
to see beyond
horizons.
profound and provokes action, wise words ma'dear | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 55 | |
| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/11/2006 1:01:28 PM | Thought this was within the theme...
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The Tree-House
I remember ... at Seventeen
A seed of a tree
Wet to a dream,
I remember... at Nineteen
Dusting the square cuts
...Dreaming...
I want a house
Just like this
One day
The tree grew limbs
And limbs grew hands
To touch a glimpse
Then in time
Amongst the pines
South-west lights
Warm the maple
Barefoot
And quilted beds
Aloft a breeze
As summers heat
Winter burns
Days to nights
Slowly;
Now,
I am a tree
Dry in a dream
And what is a house
Without
Trees. | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/12/2006 10:55:48 PM | dreams have become a
searching
looking for what I no longer know
reaching
dreams are my reality
there is something in this longing
but I don't know where it is
or what it's become
is it a damn listening
in silence?
is it a screaming in
impatience?
dreams have become
feeling
touching what is beyond myself
what is beyond you
i thrill to your touch
i ache for that thought
of being one
two souls
as one
damn dreams and their endless fascination with reality
separate
alone | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 57 | |
| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/13/2006 12:05:46 AM |
is it a damn listening
in silence?
is it a screaming in
impatience?
Another nice one lyricmuse!! Man I like your stuff!
This gave me a few more images/questions, if you don't mind...
Is it a lightshow in darkness?
Untouchable
A cosmic mind projector
Singular and collective movie making (usually shorts)
Projecting images of the imaginable past present and future,
past on in/through, sleep state...?
oh silly om...:) | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 58 | |
| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/13/2006 11:39:19 AM | a ditty...
Dream your dream as big as you wish
Picture what you will
Dream your dream as small as you wish
Dreams are there to fill
Dream your dream as clear as you wish
Visions up to you
Dream your dream as well as you wish
Your dreams will see you through
yeah, you know, us fish are suppose to be the dreamers...lol
I couldn't help but think..lol... the dream state is not unlike reality really,
The parallels are there...The only difference I see is
it's limited to 'physical' form and action...or non action...
But who's to say there are limits in this state...?
Is this all just a collective dream..?
Oh silly om, daydreaming again..lol
ok, i'm dreaming of cutting the grass now...
I'm dreaming my son will do it though...for free..lol | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/13/2006 11:47:24 PM | Thank you om. I am humbled by your praise. I must admit to feeling listless and poetically dead in a way. My soul is tired and lost. Dreams keep me hanging on by a thread; reality is...
silence haunts me
i find myself surrounded by
this silence
it beckons to me
like a long lost brother
a saint in mysterious disguise
is it possible
to make dreams true?
or will dreams be
all that is left for me
you
drive me onward
sustained in solitude
i only wish I understood
Images of the imaginable past
present
future
they are my lifeboat
my drowning
my saviour
I thank all those kind souls I've met through the sharing of thoughts and ideas...a baring of the soul...
Thank you!!! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/19/2006 11:38:36 AM | Couldn't resist this after reading the posts. From the Illusionary adventures of another reluctant Messiah.
If
you will
practice being fictional
for a while, you will understand
that fictional characters are
sometimes more real than
people with bodies
and heartbeats..
and from my own reveries *smile:
Can we breathe reality
into the dreams
that soak us like
an early morning dew
haunting our days
or are we destined
to keep relearning
how to liberate our
spirits
until we learn to
navigate time
to a present
merged
with past and future
where lonliness
never existed | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 61 | |
| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/19/2006 5:30:06 PM | Oh, Drea, you are amazing!! I so love that one! Marry me..LOL..
Teach me oh wise one...LOL
Such insightful thoughts !! Just love it!! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/19/2006 5:35:34 PM | | PROPOSAL ACCEPTED lol lol lol lol....Thanks OM.!!!!...I needed that smile after my last musing on another thread ...LOL... | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/21/2006 11:06:22 AM | PROPOSAL ACCEPTED lol lol lol lol....Thanks OM.!!!!...I needed that smile after my last musing on another thread ...LOL...
I better get invited to the wedding!!!!!!!! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/21/2006 11:38:27 AM | Shucks Katie, lets just make it a double LOL LOL.
AC HAIKU
wedding plans to make
sweet katie finds a great guy
her soulmate to come | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 65 | |
| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/21/2006 1:37:14 PM | "Shucks Katie, lets just make it a double "
cognac please ... of coarse you're invited.
ok, I'm warming up to the idea..lol
*searches for romantic..oh,here he is...
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love dream
Oh how we dream
Wish love so real
Shared in a love
Blissful the feel
Romantic and caring
Soothing to touch
Caressed by the hands
To feel it so much
Dreams of a bond
Uniting of souls
Embraced in a kiss
Shared till we're old
We dream and we yearn
With pains in out heart
Dreaming that one day
Love will be sparked
But till that day comes
We trust to what means
Love will reveal
All that we dream
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k,Hallmark it..smiles | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/21/2006 4:44:59 PM | well I liked it om, and if our HALLMARK critic would come out of hiding, he could show us the way if he did not like it LOL....maybe we should just get really hallmark sappy until he feels like he can not resist showing up LOL LOL LOL.. WE MISS YOU!!!!
But, I did not think it was too hallmarky *smile. | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 67 | |
| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/21/2006 5:23:10 PM | | Well thanks drea, And yes, let's Hallmark the shite out of his thread and maybe that will piss him off enough... he is missed! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/23/2006 6:18:33 PM | I am going to keep working on this until it says what I want it to say, second attempt.
Chimera II
sometimes I meet you in my dreams
you magically appear on a swirling wind
me a hollow tree, limbs outstretched
you circle feverishly around me
melting me into a liquid amber
sparkling with remnants of our dust
from another life, another time, another place
We chose this life you know
unable to touch
the time here will soon seem like seconds
when we meet again
but, my soul screams,
just for today
let's pretend it is our forever
I will be waiting tonight
when you come to me in my dreams
reminding me again
we will be as we once were
in that ancient life we shared
the yearning inside dissolved
when you breathe a rainbow
colored whisper on my lips
and we become
Immortal
First Attempt:
Chimera I
magically
appearing
on a swirling wind
timeless
I inhaled a rainbow colored
breath of your
essence
deep inside
releasing
my soul
to paint the
beauty of the
one you await
in a rapturous breeze
that makes your steps
feather light | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/23/2006 7:18:55 PM | orange moon shines brightly
magnolia scent surrounds me
but you are not there
i released myself
into that harvest moon beam
trying to reach you | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/23/2006 8:34:00 PM | drea,
After reading so many of your breath taking words that sometimes seem to put me into my own dreams or maybe trance like state, I thought of these words for you. Being the great poet you are I am sure you have seen his work.
"Poetry"
KAHLIL GIBRAN
Poetry is the sacred incarnation of a smile and a sigh which dries tears.
It is a spirit which settles in the soul whose heart is nourishment and wine is affection.
Poetry which does not appear in this form is a false Messiah.
Poet, examine your crown of thorns and you will see that within it is concealed a living crown of laurel.
O true poets, forgive us.
We belong to the new world where men pursue material possessions.
Poetry, today, is a consumer product and not a breath of immortality.
If the spirits of Homer, Vigil, Al-Maary, and Milton had known that poetry would become the lap-dog of the rich, they would have left the world, their tongues and their ears would have been cut off, their pens and their writings burned. | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/23/2006 9:03:05 PM | Thank you so much Italian Ice!! Tho I have on old love affair with Kahlil, I do not remember that one. I am emailing to find out which book it came from.
Kahlil Kahlil Kahlil
Mary murmured his name
unrequited love
that damn age thing
but she was with him
until the end and after
....Mary Haskell kept decades of interesting journals on Gibran. A treasure to read.
I loved your comment about the 'trance like state'. I feel that same feeling and inspiration from some of the poets on pof myself and they are my muse *smile. I could not write a word without them sending me to that dream ether myself I think!! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/23/2006 10:34:49 PM | Drea...you are a miracle of prose!!! I am so consumed with images and words that I don't even know where to begin. I need to read and think. I need to riff here...
rainbow colored breath of your essence
damn, it is a calling and pulling I feel
short, it's essence of color holds me
spellbound and
wordless
my words
are not enough
damn, it's calling me and feeding me
long, it's essence should be mine
Enough riffing!!! I'm losing that thought...you know the one...that reaches out so insistantly and then leaves you hanging!?!
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/24/2006 7:49:40 AM |
Where are you our burning crow
whose words flow like perfect wine
and have the gift of giving voice
to our thoughts? How long do we have
to repeat this mantra
You matter!
I matter,
WE matter!
Your cloud looks so dark and lonely
distanced from all the others now.
(Told you Om I would steal your cloud analogy)
Lyricmuse:
spellbound and
wordless
my words
are not enough
I know the feeling well
'no words, no words, they should have sent a poet'
often plays like a record in my mind
my words are never enough
just as the artist's soul cursed with visions
when all limbs have been severed
so he must learn to master the winds
to paint what he feels inside
I simply stare, spellbound and wordless
until sometimes another cloud bumps into
me and breaks the chains that bind my soul
fitting like a jigsaw puzzle
allowing me to draw from their energies
so it is your words I write, not my own
I am just tapping into those clouds that surround me | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/24/2006 11:51:05 AM | Thanks to Italian-ice whose name DOES NOT fit somehow LOL, for renewing my love of Gibran.
An expression of that sacred desire to find this world and behold it naked; and that is the soul of the poetry of Life. Poets are not merely those who write poetry, but those whose hearts are full of the spirit of life.
(Extract from one of Gibran's letters dated 17th July 1915)
Get Drunk and Go Naked
when I was in high school
there used to be a saying
'let's get drunk and go naked'
I say everyone should get together
and get drunk on life and go naked with their souls
how many would run away screaming?
Would you?
oh I can not resist this one..sighssssss...
That deepest thing, that recognition, that knowledge, that sense of kinship began the first time I saw you, and it is the same now - only a thousand times deeper and tenderer. I shall love you to eternity. I loved you long before we met in this flesh. I knew that when I first saw you. It was destiny. We are together like this and nothing can shake us apart.
(Gibran's words quoted from Mary Haskell's journal dated 12th March 1922)
note: tho gibran asked her to marry him, Mary would not due to age and race issues.
Thanks again Italian-ice!!
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/24/2006 5:20:39 PM | We are robots
Our life is our experiment
Our hearts is our hard drive
Are veins is our wiring
Our brain is our memory
Our blood is our electricity
Our bones is our frame
Our Virus is our sickness
Our antivirus is are medicine
Our pop ups is are alcohol
Our stoke is are crash
Our love is our warranty
Our soul is our programmer.
Our death is our peace….
SCATTERBRAIN May-24-06 | |
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