alan-dickson - Hello Poetry

I wish I were stranded on a tropical island A tropical island with you You could make art from coconuts and starfish Yeah, coconuts and starfish might be a good place to start And I could build a crude instrument Out of a conch shell and driftwood And tightly roll a papaya leaf to use for a string Or two Then I could play and you could sing We wouldn't want for anything Serenading each other by the light of the moon... Every evening we could snuggle underneath the stars You could be Venus, I could be Mars We could lay our differences aside (except the good ones) I'm safe in you, you're safe in me, No need to hide I wish I were stranded on a tropical island A tropical island with you And we'd bake clams in the hot, hot sand Under the afternoon Sun And brew a crazy chowder using sea salt and kelp (help!) Then we'd make love on the beach as the water nips at our toes Under the setting sun when the day is done By a waterfall I'm calling you...

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC

On a Tropical Island

I wish I were stranded on a tropical island A tropical island with you You could make art from coconuts and starfish Yeah, coconuts and starfish might be a good place to start And I could build a crude instrument Out of a conch shell and driftwood And tightly roll a papaya leaf to use for a string Or two Then I could play and you could sing We wouldn't want for anything Serenading each other by the light of the moon... Every evening we could snuggle underneath the stars You could be Venus, I could be Mars We could lay our differences aside (except the good ones) I'm safe in you, you're safe in me, No need to hide I wish I were stranded on a tropical island A tropical island with you And we'd bake clams in the hot, hot sand Under the afternoon Sun And brew a crazy chowder using sea salt and kelp (help!) Then we'd make love on the beach as the water nips at our toes Under the setting sun when the day is done By a waterfall I'm calling you...

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It's been a dance, a long and lovely dance Sparked by innocence across a thousand miles And as the weeks went by there grew a knowing We found our dancing legs and friendship turned to fire I held you tight in my dreams each night And we realized that there was more to come It's been a dance, I moved a thousand miles We shared a little bed, a rental house, and wide-eyed smiles And then our son arrived, a blended family With joys and challenges Love and insecurities But I held you tight in my arms each night We'd greet the dawn, your head upon my heart It's been a dance, sacred and holy Fractured and lonely, for in time we lost our way I would reach out to you, and you'd reach out to me But our timing slipped as life got in the way Then I hurt you so, and you hurt me so And the pain drove us both down to our knees It's been a dance, now comes the best part We grew our wings again, remembered how to fly Was it a miracle, or just unstoppable Baptized by fire, anointed from on high And I hold you tight in my arms each night You're the closest thing to heaven that I've known Now take my hand, the band is playing Share this one last dance before I have to go Kiss the kids for me, hold them tenderly Tell them it won't be long before Dad gets back home And I'll hold you tight in my dreams each night You'll be the face that I see when I awake The dance goes on and on You will wait for me, I'll return to you The dance goes on and on I am home to you, you are home to me The dance goes on

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC

It's Been A Dance

It's been a dance, a long and lovely dance Sparked by innocence across a thousand miles And as the weeks went by there grew a knowing We found our dancing legs and friendship turned to fire I held you tight in my dreams each night And we realized that there was more to come It's been a dance, I moved a thousand miles We shared a little bed, a rental house, and wide-eyed smiles And then our son arrived, a blended family With joys and challenges Love and insecurities But I held you tight in my arms each night We'd greet the dawn, your head upon my heart It's been a dance, sacred and holy Fractured and lonely, for in time we lost our way I would reach out to you, and you'd reach out to me But our timing slipped as life got in the way Then I hurt you so, and you hurt me so And the pain drove us both down to our knees It's been a dance, now comes the best part We grew our wings again, remembered how to fly Was it a miracle, or just unstoppable Baptized by fire, anointed from on high And I hold you tight in my arms each night You're the closest thing to heaven that I've known Now take my hand, the band is playing Share this one last dance before I have to go Kiss the kids for me, hold them tenderly Tell them it won't be long before Dad gets back home And I'll hold you tight in my dreams each night You'll be the face that I see when I awake The dance goes on and on You will wait for me, I'll return to you The dance goes on and on I am home to you, you are home to me The dance goes on

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When the night falls, when the moon calls I will seek you When the dove cries, when my heart sighs I will seek you Let me taste the love you hold for me alone Breathe the breath of love you give through flesh and bone Secret garden, fragrant flower Sacred hour Mystic union, sweet communion Holy fire Come and taste this love I give through flesh and bone Breathe the breath of love I breathe for you alone Dancing, turning Touching, burning With desire Spirits rising Reaching, soaring Climbing higher and higher When the night falls, when the moon calls I will seek you, we will meet again Cheek to cheek, breath to breath, Heart to heart Spirits entwined

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC

When the Moon Calls

When the night falls, when the moon calls I will seek you When the dove cries, when my heart sighs I will seek you Let me taste the love you hold for me alone Breathe the breath of love you give through flesh and bone Secret garden, fragrant flower Sacred hour Mystic union, sweet communion Holy fire Come and taste this love I give through flesh and bone Breathe the breath of love I breathe for you alone Dancing, turning Touching, burning With desire Spirits rising Reaching, soaring Climbing higher and higher When the night falls, when the moon calls I will seek you, we will meet again Cheek to cheek, breath to breath, Heart to heart Spirits entwined

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Today I will dance on the point of awareness Setting aside the past with honour and grace Releasing its weighty agonies and ecstasies Weaving the wisdom of lessons learned into lighter garments Today I will dance on the point of awareness Trusting the future to unfold as it will Dismantling the fearful walls of what might be Living in joyful anticipation yet fully present in the moment Today I will dance on the point of awareness Senses, this day is yours Look, hear, touch, taste, and smell Do each with reverence, immediacy, and curiosity Mind, you've been working too hard You may take the day off In these small yet potent ways, each moment will be made new Today I will dance on the point of awareness

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC

Today I Will Dance

Today I will dance on the point of awareness Setting aside the past with honour and grace Releasing its weighty agonies and ecstasies Weaving the wisdom of lessons learned into lighter garments Today I will dance on the point of awareness Trusting the future to unfold as it will Dismantling the fearful walls of what might be Living in joyful anticipation yet fully present in the moment Today I will dance on the point of awareness Senses, this day is yours Look, hear, touch, taste, and smell Do each with reverence, immediacy, and curiosity Mind, you've been working too hard You may take the day off In these small yet potent ways, each moment will be made new Today I will dance on the point of awareness

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Her shoulders kissed the noonday sun The crystal clear she found herself in became a conundrum Freedom, terror... the exquisite ecstasy of falling, falling The car got hit by a cat Forever at peace

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC

Stream

Her shoulders kissed the noonday sun The crystal clear she found herself in became a conundrum Freedom, terror... the exquisite ecstasy of falling, falling The car got hit by a cat Forever at peace

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I looked over and there it was Your hair clip One of those big ones you use To flop your hair up on your head I love the way you do that Natural, a little messy It says: I'm fun, I'm carefree, why take myself so seriously? Such a nice contrast to me. I miss you.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC

saturday morning

I looked over and there it was Your hair clip One of those big ones you use To flop your hair up on your head I love the way you do that Natural, a little messy It says: I'm fun, I'm carefree, why take myself so seriously? Such a nice contrast to me. I miss you.

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(Theme, Variations, and Coda) Theme – Andante sognante I dreamed last night... It was a dream Like one I've had before Variations on a theme My colleagues standing at my door Guitarists all, I bid them in And soon it's time to play My teacher first, each one in turn They play the night away Var. 1- Agitato But as they play I look around For my guitar is gone I look and look but cannot find Then comes my time... “I can't go on!” This is absurd. How can I play? (What? Did I hide it by design? Is this my “out” as light breaks day, An ironclad alibi?) “I can't perform, no, not today. I'll have to play another time.” Var. 2 – Appassionato My time has come, and there I sit With my guitar in hand And wonder what the hell to play My mind a porous shifting sand Completely unprepared I sit And pray for intervention I make up some simplistic **** And play it with “emotion” Var. 3 – Allegro con brio e subito calamitoso This time round, it's different I really want to play. I'm ready, I'm inspired! I'll play till break of day I'll show them what I'm made of They'll marvel and they'll cry But my guitar just falls apart “What? Why now? Why? WHY?” The neck breaks off, the body splits, the strings are hanging limply I'm foiled again, I cannot play I'm ******* (to put it simply) Coda - Andantino Contemplativo What does it mean, this silly dream This wild subconscious spectre? What nourishment for soul to glean From such netherworldly nectar? Hmmm... I think that I should spend more time With hands on wood and string To reconnect with touch and sound To let my veiled heart sing To feel, and set those feelings free Catharsis, true release My sheepish nature put to bed My denigration now to cease For I have something bold to say Now my true voice is ready I'll sing again through wood and string Rich and full and steady Alive with truths that transcend words Ego now at bay Connecting with the universe It's time for me to play Fine

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Apr 20, 2013

Apr 20, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC

Dream and Variations

(Theme, Variations, and Coda) Theme – Andante sognante I dreamed last night... It was a dream Like one I've had before Variations on a theme My colleagues standing at my door Guitarists all, I bid them in And soon it's time to play My teacher first, each one in turn They play the night away Var. 1- Agitato But as they play I look around For my guitar is gone I look and look but cannot find Then comes my time... “I can't go on!” This is absurd. How can I play? (What? Did I hide it by design? Is this my “out” as light breaks day, An ironclad alibi?) “I can't perform, no, not today. I'll have to play another time.” Var. 2 – Appassionato My time has come, and there I sit With my guitar in hand And wonder what the hell to play My mind a porous shifting sand Completely unprepared I sit And pray for intervention I make up some simplistic **** And play it with “emotion” Var. 3 – Allegro con brio e subito calamitoso This time round, it's different I really want to play. I'm ready, I'm inspired! I'll play till break of day I'll show them what I'm made of They'll marvel and they'll cry But my guitar just falls apart “What? Why now? Why? WHY?” The neck breaks off, the body splits, the strings are hanging limply I'm foiled again, I cannot play I'm ******* (to put it simply) Coda - Andantino Contemplativo What does it mean, this silly dream This wild subconscious spectre? What nourishment for soul to glean From such netherworldly nectar? Hmmm... I think that I should spend more time With hands on wood and string To reconnect with touch and sound To let my veiled heart sing To feel, and set those feelings free Catharsis, true release My sheepish nature put to bed My denigration now to cease For I have something bold to say Now my true voice is ready I'll sing again through wood and string Rich and full and steady Alive with truths that transcend words Ego now at bay Connecting with the universe It's time for me to play Fine

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Will you meet me Under the willow tree before dawn, Take my hand and walk the crooked path That leads to the bank above the brook? We'll touch earth's dewy blanket with fingertips As crisp morning air pinches our ankles and the napes of our necks, Spread a blanket of our own and sit Cross-legged with upturned palms and open hearts, A yearning for spiritual things... We'll read to one another from holy books – Awareness, Unity, Love, Peace... Meditate to the sound of cicadas and frogs, Gurgling water And our own breathing. We'll wait. For the Great Spirit, For insight and guidance, For the warmth of the Sun. I long to meet you, to greet the day with you My confidant, my best friend. What a privilege to be at this place at this time, Sharing my sacred journey with you, Listening and learning about yours. Will you meet me Under the willow tree before dawn? Take my hand.

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Mar 20, 2013

Mar 20, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC

Will You Meet Me?

Will you meet me Under the willow tree before dawn, Take my hand and walk the crooked path That leads to the bank above the brook? We'll touch earth's dewy blanket with fingertips As crisp morning air pinches our ankles and the napes of our necks, Spread a blanket of our own and sit Cross-legged with upturned palms and open hearts, A yearning for spiritual things... We'll read to one another from holy books – Awareness, Unity, Love, Peace... Meditate to the sound of cicadas and frogs, Gurgling water And our own breathing. We'll wait. For the Great Spirit, For insight and guidance, For the warmth of the Sun. I long to meet you, to greet the day with you My confidant, my best friend. What a privilege to be at this place at this time, Sharing my sacred journey with you, Listening and learning about yours. Will you meet me Under the willow tree before dawn? Take my hand.

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"I would like a kiss please" proposed he. "The first of fifty thousand." "Fifty thousand?" challenged she. "Isn't that a trifle small for a lifetime?" "Point taken" admitted he. He thought briefly. "I would like a kiss then, please, the first of one million." "That's more like it" acknowledged she. "But in fairness," observed he, "I've always preferred quality over quantity." What followed next took her breath away, made her shoulders limp, buckled her knees, and finally settled as heat in her pelvis "Mmmm... point taken" conceded she. "Point... taken." "Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine kisses to go" he proclaimed with a wink and a grin.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC

A Million Kisses

"I would like a kiss please" proposed he. "The first of fifty thousand." "Fifty thousand?" challenged she. "Isn't that a trifle small for a lifetime?" "Point taken" admitted he. He thought briefly. "I would like a kiss then, please, the first of one million." "That's more like it" acknowledged she. "But in fairness," observed he, "I've always preferred quality over quantity." What followed next took her breath away, made her shoulders limp, buckled her knees, and finally settled as heat in her pelvis "Mmmm... point taken" conceded she. "Point... taken." "Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine kisses to go" he proclaimed with a wink and a grin.

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What do you do when the sky falls? Trust Love.

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Mar 2, 2013

Mar 2, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC

10 Words

What do you do when the sky falls? Trust Love.

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