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Khoisan Mar 2023
I
love dreaming
I
just can't stop
I
Play on Jupiter
I
live on Mars
I
love Veus
and
I
know
the
man on the Moon
drinks whiskey
smokes ****
&
kicks @$$.
Star BG May 2019
(ASHLEY KOCHER)
DREAM CATCHERS ARE THE MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES OR SO THEY SAY.

(Star)
The nightmares that hide in shadows
ready to strike
when lids close.
Dreamcatchers a gift
that keeps giving on nights
when storms brew.

(Ashly Kocher)
Like a witches potion
some good some bad
bubbling up
overflowing
wishes to be had
Only formulated for night
giving some freight
Overloaded files
ready for the attack.

(Star)
And attack they will
but I have my trusty
catcher shield on wall field.
Defending my sleep
and letting me
be at peace
so shadow bugs can’t creep.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE THE MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(damperez)
Some mornings i take
what the catcher has caught
and make make soup or mosaic or poem out of them

(Star)
They swirl drifting
in my soup of words
as I strain them through suns rays.
My pen stirrer turns
in moment fine and divine.
expanding in rhyme.
No more nightmares you’ll find.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE TH MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(Gods1son)
Hope its gone for good
not to return in the coming nights
inside stars bright

(Star)
Hope its gone
not to knock on sleeps door
then I’ll be peaceful
inside dreamscape shore.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE TH MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(Fecundeity)
When sweet morning dawns
giving dreamcatcher sight
the bad dreams flee
unable to survive light.

(Star)
Cause light is so bright
and the nightmares dark
they can’t survive
inside ones loves spark.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE TH MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(Mysidian Bard)
Caught like flies in a spindly web
guiding you to the morning when
you’ve lost your way

But hay I do say
your safe anyway
cause nightmare flies die
in day hooray.



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They never say how to empty them.

(Star)
Shake with love intention
to set them to the light
so no longer they will be
a nightmare sight at night
ASHLY KOCHER
WROTE THE ONE LINE THAT STARTED IT ALL. SHE INSPIRED ALL OF US TO WRITE. THANKS SO MUCH ASHLY AND WE BOTH THANK ALL THOSE WHO ADDED TTHEIR CREATIVE SPARKS.
Fox Friend Apr 2018
Throughout our lives we've been told by these old souls
that dreamcatchers are to protect against
terrors.
It's a shame we believe this lie that something so beautiful collects evil,
what a sad misunderstanding,
just human error.
How unfortunate that even though the name of the thing spells out its nature,
we throw logic aside until the truth is
severed.
We use the term 'dream catcher,'
yet try to deny it's offering to catch all of the good dreams
forever.
They exist for you & I, so let's recognize the blessing they were sent to be;
if we learn to trust, they will become supporters of our
divine identity -

That is,
dreamers.
The Tie is a bib for men.
For different sorts of messes.
No longer exclusively dribble and bile.
Yes, we may use them for mornings
after our red solo sippy cups
time machine us neanderthal.
But men also have other messes to bib tie.

Like:
friendly faces at work.
not friendly faces at work.
faces on ex's at work.
Ex's faces on not friendly faces and other various places at work.

Men bib tie their feelings.
Or at least that's the media stressed norm.
Men can also not bib tie their feelings
Or bib tie the wrong feelings.
bib tie love when it's wrong to feel it.
Bib tie love when it hurts to feel it.
Bib tie their opinions
when speaking to people who disagree
Bib tie the need to look, only...
Touch, just...
Grab, just
Have, just
Use, just....
Put it in the bib tie.
Stuff it right in there.
That's where all your messes go now.

At a funeral, men do not use their bib Tie as Hankie
They let their tears fall.
Bib ties are not tissues.
You do not simply wipe up your mess with a bib tie.

Put the pain inside it
At the end of the day
You take it off.

Put the used up bib tie in patchwork briefcase under bed.
Passed down by fathers.
Full of generations of used up bib ties.
Like ***** dream catchers.

Knotted hands and looped desire.
fastened snuggly into their folds.

If only more men wore Ties.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Was it so long ago
Under the old oak we built our dreams?
So tiny, we were,
The world seemed like such a big place
For two dream chasers, like us.

Was it a thousand years ago
When you in all your innocence
Said that you'd check under the bed
In all your childish valor, and clear me of my fears?

Do you remember,
When we sat by the cold stream
With the water running through our feet,
How you picked up a few daisies
And crowned me as the queen?
And how I picked up a stick
And made you my knight of honor?

Remember running back home,
When it got too late,
Scared your old man, a drunk,
Will beat your Ma and make you cry?
How when I waved good bye from the next door,
All I hoped was that you'll make it out alive
The next day.

Was it so long back,
When we lay in green fields
And looked up to the blue skies,
Dreaming one day, we'll make it up there
And never have to look back in tears?

Flying paper planes and trying to catch our dreams
Doesn't seem so long now,
That you said goodbye
*And made it first to what lay beyond the blue skies.

— The End —