#dreamin
~Especially For our own poet, Immortality~
*we all dream for a few seconds,
mostly when we are younger,
like, say, s e v e n t e e n, that
something, we might be~come,
known for, perhaps even believing
our names|our poems might be read,
a hundred and one years on…*
*periodic, episodic,doesn’t last long,
though it
does get repeated every
now and then, and then again,
each time, the notion disappears
faster, sure, better things to dream
about, better hopes more closely
held, tangible tasting, envisioning,
deserving for intensely scheming,
using that double edged*
s~word,
*realistic,
and even, in the
planning, schemin’ dreamin’
always a nagging fearin’
can
they really
could come true*
*others fantasize,
that class of crazy dreamers,
standing at an airport gate,
hear a call out your name,
and someone will,
from behind, tap you on the
shoulder and asks, shyly*
*hey, you wouldn’t be that person
who writes
poetry on HP?*
unlikely of course, odds against,
whoa,
even worse
than winning a lottery jackpot prize
*but then again, surprise always
favors biting you on,
well, them tender places,
and a day comes,
when a younger poet, amazes, takes the time,
makes the effort to look up your older
writs, languishing in bits of bytes on an
unknown server, aged graying from
relentless time,
and the absence of eyes,
being read, thereby re~realized,
revitalized,
visualized, inhaling light+ air,
away wiping
the dust and webs of suffered mortality
and, that silly notion escapes it grave,
and you writer, run into an encounter
with an old fantasy, resurrected and
you too reread that old poem, issuing
voluble **** not half bad, and restoring
that momentary potent potentiality of
it
surviving past the beyond date of expiry,
and then, another is read, & another,
swallowing a pill stronger
than a a Doctors’s best guess forecast
of 20 more years you’ll live,
for an actualized prophecy now
is tangent tangible,
like mouth to mouth-resuscitation
and you, unusually,
think once more about tomorrow,
exhaling the headyatmosphere
of a rainy forest,
well appreciating, laughing at the future,
for here, she has shared but penned
but twenty four original poems,
me,
thousands open and disguised, and my newly formed grin is now for her,
for now my breath and its baggage of a fantasy, may
be coming her
reality realized?*
and I will surely still be an
avid cheerleader
for her, for you, a
devoted
follower-in-absentia
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
Because of you, my garden is blossoming
because of you, summer turns spring
because of you, I can't stop dreaming
because of you, I can't stop loving
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC
When I close my eyes
dreamin is such a nice surprise
When I close my eyes
I float away to dreamland
Endlessly floating
Dreamland
Where there are no boundaries
Just endlessly falling away
Good nite everyone
I enjoyed your poetry
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
I remember a time
When I would sleep just fine
Our bodies all in a twine
Got butterflies just saying youre mine
If there was a chance I could go back
I'd get it right
Just like the first time :(
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Another drag. I’m half naked in the bathroom. Giggling as the blue dream reddens my eyes. There’s smoke everywhere. I’m alone. I’m content. My demons are away at the moment. There’s solace in the crowded air. My lungs are preoccupied as I cough repeatedly. My mom has no idea. She’d **** me. I have a job interview in the morning. the girl i like most is head over heels for some random guy with probably bigger junk than me. My giggle turns into a laugh. Who cares. Another drag.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC