The rains in Plains
Are they good for the peanuts
The midnight trains
The products move between us
In fields of grains
The circle rows amaze us
Our wounds and pains
The truth just swoops to graze us
The night before
while dreaming
the knowledge came to me
I was immersed in black
a dream of lightless darkining
was this my dream
I wondered while sleeping
is this body my own
is this vision
of what I have seen
or will see
will be
perhaps aspire to
will I see my answer
in another
dream of darkest black
Hey Edgar ...
Howdy - Long time no see.
Politicing ..... thinking about running for dog catcher
Can I count on you next November. My platform is 'leave no pup behind' .....
Take my pup with you, please. It's a home eatin' lab.
Mars is our favorite planet
It has red sand and rocks
It has Elvis in white spandex
It has crash sites for blocks
If you ever want to go there
The weather stays windy and fair
If you ever want to go there
There's no furniture bring your own chair
is there a hill a man won't climb
is there a secret he can't know
climb up and see me anytime
i can put on quite a show
if i haven't yet reached the stars
if micro has a place to hide
it's because of diversionary wars
because i haven't looked deeply enough inside
Here's a spontaneous poem I put on Letty's thread yesterday
Beside stormy waters
calms a soul of fervent waves
Uplifted in constant motion
refusing the tide
Existing only with the promise
that tomorrow the sun will shine
once more
The sparkling water will awaken anew
as all depths of deep emotion
pass yet to another shore
Being is a dream walk
through rose scented
swirling breaths
of mother moon
made warm
by a wish
that can never
be told
from the instant it's known
it begins
to grow old
the tighter you grasp
the more it turns cold
walk your dream
i would dream with ponies
running wild across steppes
whipping mains flowing tails
fresh off winter's vile grips
never seeing a man
dumb to all chains and whips
Bravissimo. .... it is not easy to describe the dreamer.
The dream is carried with you to be told many times differently but the dream weaver defies description, again ..... bravissimo.
starry depths among the sky
make me wish and wonder why
streaks of light that twinkle bright
keeps me pondering through the night
Wow, I wish I had your clarity ....
Edgar , Gel and Colour,
You all have reason to be proud.
I shall watch eagerly anticipating!!
Salute John Galt
He's selfish to a fault
If his mother's in a moat
He could just let her float
It depends on the "I", you see
Altruist is heresy
Thank you everyone. All of us here have a common bond in our postings. As we express ourselves on this thread, there is no negative criticism...this in turn, gives us inspiration to continue...and have a bit of fun!
We are here first and foremost to enjoy each other. Our poetry is written on the spot and not subject to an editor's perspective. Every offer made is a generous giving and has a beauty all its own. I love these little poems even more than Dylan Thomas or Shakespeare or Robert Frost. If we wanted to get published it would be a whole nother ball game.
If I had a chance to know
all that is and would forgo
what it is that makes us tick
and make the poetry extra quick
Inside our heads, I must suppose
that spontaneous is a common prose
and here it is when all is said
the inspiration inside my head
