Tag: dreams
group name: poeticjustice
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July 10, 2006 04:39 PM EDT --
THE UNDERSTANDABLE ME
It's not that difficult really,
to understand a man like me.
Although even my oldest and dearest friends who still tell me in varying ways
that they love me, will tell you
that . . . more
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July 25, 2006 03:22 PM EDT --
Runnin', really runnin'
I sit here,
lookin' at my loose skinned animals
just lyin' there.
And I think, (as is my way),
"How lucky they are
just lyin' there
with nothing . . . more
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January 02, 2007 09:17 PM EST --
shadows are looming
night's melody fills the air
all eyes close to dream
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July 12, 2006 04:39 PM EDT --
Poem For Treasa (Hallelujah)
It is the movement of the breath
that makes the words sing.
It is a breezy wind moving
waves of vowels
flowing, skittering, crashing
against rocky craggy . . . more
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August 16, 2006 02:04 AM EDT --
This one came to me in a dream......... ;) Pretty sappy, but it begged to be written.
And the dream always ends
With you still there
While my mind stays adrift
Sleepy currents of . . . more
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September 08, 2006 10:21 AM EDT --
IF THERE EVER WAS A JULIET
If there ever was a Juliet to be dying for
Be it one man's storybook or a thousand more
If there ever was a Cyrano de Bergerac
Who touched with words that never need be . . . more
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November 09, 2007 07:06 PM EST --
No one knows what I do
at night when I close my eyes.
I sing in my dreams.
Unecumbered and unashamed
My voice is loud and my heart
is full of joy.
I am . . . more
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April 11, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
Deep inside shattered dreams,
tucked behind
ripped out seams
of disrepair... . . . more
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September 13, 2008 04:26 AM EDT --
The Storm Inside My Soul
The stars watchful
eye always Ponder
our next escape.
In the middle
of the night
thoughts meet,
our fragile
state . . . more
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December 03, 2007 10:38 AM EST --
Here I sit so weak and merry
Wish I had a bowl of cherries
But I don't in my search to find
Something nice or an ax to grind
If my mind seeks feral release
In the vacuum . . . more
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September 25, 2006 03:14 PM EDT --
And every night i dream of you
And every rise you in my bed
A lovely thing to wake to, dreams.
A lovely thing this not mislead
to fall asleep
to talk
to touch
to songs
that as i lay in bed
still play . . . more
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May 29, 2008 04:26 PM EDT --
Shall I presume life is no stranger
To the silence a cold night brings
As wisps of clouds drift with starlight
Marking time, tracing scenes
Leaving gusts within dreams
Where yesterday has time . . . more
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December 09, 2006 02:37 PM EST --
wings
soft feathered
taut sinewy muscle,
spread
to capture the wind
and ride full circle,
updrafts
into dots upon
sunsets horizon.
John G. Lawless
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February 03, 2007 03:04 PM EST --
I know I wasn't dreaming,
though I am prone to do that;
Somewhere in the cloudiness of my mind,
I know this time it was real,
for I can close my eyes and see you
as surely as I did on that . . . more
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January 23, 2007 07:52 AM EST --
In my dreams you come to me;
So real you are,
you don't seem far;
I can reach out
and touch your face;
Your lips I can gently trace;
You kiss me as your fingers
run through my . . . more
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November 29, 2007 12:31 AM EST --
I try to walk the straight and nar row
While I keep all my ducks in a row
Careful to avoid the poisoned ar row
But still allow my dreams to g row
. . . more
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June 06, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
It is I who lurks near
stumbling from indecision
wanting to touch while
you're in my line of vision.
It is I who lingers in the corner
with a wanting yearn
yes, that was my breath
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October 28, 2006 04:44 AM EDT --
Dream Come True
A kiss,
Enamored one
Of my enchanted dream
Whose eyes meet mine with peace and joy,
Is life
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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October 18, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
I had written the first five stanza last Spring, but was not happy with the last line. Well, I kept working on it, editing it and this poem grew longer. Some recent positive comments by my friends on . . . more
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May 27, 2008 10:49 AM EDT --
Flying
Tu ne seras pas oublié.
You were not ready when you flew from earth,
snatched, like a bird in a storm.
Now I sit at your desk writing the last words in your journal.
I . . . more
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