Sea Dreaming
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Sweet Dreams
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Content or so it seems
Able to drift into a world
Of slumberific dreams
Where fairies dwell and good folk live
In perfect harmony
So odds with what this world gives out
Or is this only me
Who find the folk who bicker and
Who argue and who moan
A tiresome bunch with so much hate
Making all others groan?
And so on the train to sleep-so-tight
I yawn and shut my eyes
And leave this world to find a place
Where goodness never dies
Where people seem to get along
Where kindness is what’s found
Where truth and love and joy survive
And happiness abounds
So when the sun comes up again
Birds chorus with delight
I feel refreshed and feel renewed
From such a peaceful night
Potential
When the day recedes in a symphony of colour
Flaming the dusky sky
I sleep that night midst dreams on fire
As slumber passes by
Then I rise renewed to a sun kissed day
With hope priming my heart
Invigorated, alive, content
Ready to play my part
For like a stage that nature’s set
With all her glorious might
The synergy of heart and mind
Awakens true delight
And dreams aren’t lost in sleepy folds
Yet live and are set free
To bring the best out; realise
Potential within me!
Shadow Of The Night
A lone shadow dances in the light of the moon
Apparition of darkness sways forth and in tune
As a mask in the umbra in obscurity
Infiltrates deepest dreams and haunts you consciously
With suggestion of heinous intent and much more
On the minds of its victim who is rattled for sure
Yet when sun rises slowly and burns into day
The figure; illusion drifts out of the way
Concealed by the light of the morrow for now
Camouflaged for the present yet still there to devour
It’s prey; your worst nightmare; your fears and your frights
As the shadow returns to dance through every night
Spit, Grit And Duct Tape
Spit, grit and duct tape
The way things ought to be
Making the most of everything
All opportunity
To turn around and to make good
Recycle and restore
To put new life into the old
And openly explore
The endless possibilities
To use the gifts we’ve got
To make the most of what we have
And tie a little knot
Remembering that with hard work
A lot will be achieved
By focussing with purposed might
So go on! Just believe!
That you’ve already got the tools
You need! The kit for sure
To fix up, handle, manage and
Then open chosen doors!
I Dream Of A Lie In
I dream of a lie in
Time to remain as one with the duvet
Deaf to the alarm’s morning rants
And the cockerel’s early wake up call
I dream of a lie in
Missing the sun as she rises in the sky
To slumber; to sleep; to relax
Absorbed in a good book
I dream of a lie in
Imbued by the warmth of roasted coffee
Percolating tranquility
Where drapes remain drawn
And busyness is but an illusion
Yes I dream of a lie in
One day ….
Nightmare
And from the dreams that haunt her night
An image comes right into sight
Alone in valley of the dark
As dread implants and fear embarks
So still in isolated place
Where apparitions crowd for space
Where rocks have risen from the ground
In heights of granite steadfast bound
And wolves howl loud on frosted air
Her blood chills cold in pure despair
And there she stands by cottage door
Heart beating fast; foothold not sure
With beads of sweat upon her brow
Hands trembling from the here and now
And voice diminished; lost and gone
Encased in blackness whereupon
With groaning might the rusted hinge
Of door unleashes to impinge
Her mind still further into dream
Yet frozen still; hear distant scream
The cottage stark; set back in rock
A far off wail. A bang! Knock! Knock!
The oaken door creaks open wide
‘Gainst better judgement steps inside
Ahead a staircase draped in thread
Of spider’s yarn yet overhead
The cries of victim’s days long gone
Whimper in spell of their swan song
Through silence as fear grips her soul
Eyes searching for the ghost and ghoul
Beseeching him to show his face
Yet cowering as heart picks up pace
And spectre lurches to take hold
Lest dare she move; dare then behold
The hooded figure hiding there
In shadows waiting to ensnare
His bride; his prize; his trophy won
Where he’s triumphant; she is done
All cloaked in hues of black and grey
She is his meal! She is his prey!
She is his meal! She is his prey!
The stark reality of day
Light streams in room to wake her from
The dream that’s pound her mind like drum
She yawns and stretches; frees her mind
To rise and put nightmare behind
But as she does the light goes out
Her shackles chink; she cannot shout
As gag that binds her suffocates
And living nightmare seals her fate
Keeping The Peace
Peel in bells of sleepiness
The bobby who is beat
As cop arresting drowsy eyes
Patrols the dreamy streets
Policing far flung galaxies
To plod on milky way
With helmet on and truncheon tight
Keeping the peace til day
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Supercalifragilistic
Just the way to be
Where everything is anything
Imaginatively
To fly on magic carpet
To drop through pavement stone
To climb the highest mountain
To never be alone
To dream of jewels in caverns
To sit on emperor’s throne
To have that magic porridge pot
To dream in fairy zone
Expialidociousness
The icing on the cake
Creating fairytales from dreams
For lives that will be great!
English: Screenshot of Dick Van Dyke from the trailer for the film Mary Poppins (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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