Dreams

[cward2]

I'm fascinated by dreams and the poems that are inspired by them. What does everybody else think?

 

[bogusbrig]

Well there is only one poem that fits the bill, all the others are merely also rans.

Now pass the coke and I'll write my own.


Xanadu
Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

 

[PatCarrington]

A Trespass of Radiance


I believe in ghosts.

I have seen their shadows shifting
through the blurry center of night.
Squinting, I know they are there, bright
inside the moonbands that softly wrap
their edges. And I have heard

darkness ache with their nightmares.
I have listened, lacking courage to sing
of wounds that leave them stricken
and white. So often in my safe bed,

worried by the tiny rages of day, its petty
holocausts, I have reached out to touch
their light, not understanding that midnight
is a deep, dark thing, or that privacy
bolts and braces their beacon.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Illusion
by My Erotic Tale ©

I sat and watched as the sun rise
one vision from two eyes
a black sky turned to blue
a rainbow of colors
the sky went thru

I saw a cloud that look like a fish
shooting star make a wish
there was a flower in open bloom
living beauty I plucked
for a closer view

I heard the chipmunks morning chatter
echo off the mountain sadder
a rainbow grew across the sky
forest dew drop shower
began to subside

I saw a black cloud swiftly go by
a bunch of birds together fly
I saw my relection in a still pool
some where behind the face
is an illusion of you

we live in a world of illusions
to retire to a world of DREAMS
reaching far for something
casting thoughts into motion's stream
waking to a dream

 

[bluerains]

this is a vivid dream that has bugged me for years..

am still working the kinks out of it to be an epic ....1201 has helped me a bit on it...but , its not quite where I want it to be yet.....

Beneath Still Waters [epic]

Within a flash she was gone, cast from the safety of warm shelter
toward a dark surf.
Vapor trails reflected glimpses of a phantom sun rising from a swollen sea;
as stellar pillars liberated her resonant remains in metamorphic dance.

Absorbed into eddy's conjured currents, grey platforms shift.
Rushing headlong into perilous energy ignited by circular orbit,
blue rivers of radiance quicken neurons in beaming plasma bursts.
Familiarity grasped her thundering heart.

Native ceremonious hums faintly stirred arcane echoes of yesteryear .
Rumination and spiraling death chants, marked patterns in webbed fields
born from Orbs and Orca.

Haunted by unearthly zones tread by merlin, she laid draped with the fragrance
of his blue-black lair until his wraithy shadow consumed her mortal core
in beguiling passion.

Imbued star stoned awareness, as summoned comrades, he
mocked her desire and wisdom, turning diagonal pendulum
with slanted sphinx eyes tapping wind chimes in beat.

Through braids of light bled, coiling from blue swirls in mystical descent,
birds of prey emerge in transitory vessels devouring figments enshrined
in spectral memory.

Intergalactic energy minds collide as she clones his spawn to animation.
A protean soliloquy claims her realm.

Swimming within seaweed of eyes, auric waves dissolving in deep curls
of kelp, tempo quickens voices in singularity tribal rhythm

Streaming into strange lure of stringed harps ,
colors of earth and sky feel the hunger and
loosen the hands of her stone cutter as she lay down amidst woven songs of Luna dreaming on wisps of burnt passion.

Into this felicity she had been lead unmarred from the heat of tomorrow cloaked
by unified memories of hyperborean incantations, to rise into the ashes
of today thus awakened inside an unknown pulse raging by a cold calm sea

Desperate to shed this foreign husk glowing through dawns mist,
images of a winged bird unleashed from Oceania
wrap round her bruised shoulders, as benumbed eyes scan immortal coil.
Conjoined by breath she is castaway strewn to this wasteland
without the feathery touch of his winged embrace that held
her captive with dulcet serenades risen above élan.

Hence , she must keep the secret living beneath charged meridians
that transcends this heart beyond the bounds of human.
And bring the message of hope as gravity counts down to zero..

For mere fledglings would surely drown in stagnant tears
chasing such rainbows of imagination, or evanesce as continuum where the
chosen slate their coarse of commonality.
_________

 

[Du Lac]

This is my very first poem I have ever written...go back and fix it time to time.....but most of all it and 2 others in the series was a result of a dream or what others call visions..
du~

The Priestess of the Fallen Oaks

I fell into the moon
And lived in the land of the midnight sun
the gate swings open
and I am greeted by a muse
gently he whispered love laced riddles in my ear
speaking to my heart, my soul opened
each willing to hear
my mind runs to the darkness...
Taking the muses hand we walked through the garden
in silent seperation
the light shines on
Alone with the muse
Sadly our hands slip out from the tender embrace
surrounded by a lush green of a dream
the riddles danced through me
the answers sleep upon the muses lips
I yearn to know the answers
but still
I am not told
there will be no kiss
so I may breathe in the answers..
anger flares...
why?
I look at the muse
no words..silent sadness
the riddles flying like hummingbirds in the air
The muse slowly fades in front of me
bursting into star dust
surrounding me like a tornado of Divine light
Soaking through my skin
the garment of my soul
I am a day star in the land of the midnight sun...
Without my muse I am lost.
my starlight fades in and out
traveling the overgrown paths
finally lost in the wilderness
I forge my own ...
searching for the answers
My shining garment is soiled and torn
My soul exposed and vulnerable
I am trailed by the hummingbird riddles
the whirl of their wings
throbs noisly in my mind
lost in the darkness still
memories of my muse
glisten upon my skin
a torture of the lessons learned
Hope struggles with each dying breathe
Desire and longing
I firmly clasp at my breast
my heart beats for the muse
to look within the all knowing eyes
and to see my granduer as he once did

I awaken in a meadow
bees busy at work
floating from stem to stem
bringing new life into the center of the moon
I gaze upon a mighty oak
tall and strong
My hands long to roam across the rough bark
and hear the whispers of the years
A lonely oak
who longs for companionship
I see the changing of many seasons
a hawk flies above and watches my progress
A voice I hear
with wise words that draw me
beware for what you seek
It will both amaze and bring you great sorrow
The seed of the old oak
dropped from the sky
the struggle for the roots to receive the life's water
Clutching at the earth
its mother
each morsel of soil
clings to the roots
painfully they spread and gain strength
Feeding from the full breasts of the Goddess
I feel the years of the oak passing through time
standing tall young and proud
Alone he is not
living among a forest of friends
slowly the disease of man took away their lives
Only shadows of fallen oaks grace the meadow
Towering alone now
waiting to be called forth
ripping it' s roots from the mother earth
The goddess lives within the pulp
She cries for the shadows of lost souls
The the dance of the leaves
of her fallen soldiers
that once stood proudly in the meadow
I call...
softly, gently
a lullaby
yearning to see the miracle
To feel the earth beneath my feet
rumbling
ripping itself from the mother
The oak struggles for freedom
as the hummingbirds take refuge within the branches
I hear the earth give way
thunder and screams...
groaning ...
straining for release
I stand aside...
my tears
now the life source for the exposed roots
I reach forward
crystals drip from the tips of my outstreched fingers..
like rain in the desert
falling to the roots
mingling with the milk of the Goddess
each splashing into a thousand stars
that sail towards the sky
swimming with the hawk
Alone I stand waiting
for when the oak will be ready to live in my star shine
and I in the center of the rings
One with the Goddess
her Priestess of the Fallen Oaks...​

 

[Jennifer C]

Poetry and Dreams

 

[tungtied2u]

dreams are dust
that settle into the fissures
of cranial cavities

take up residence
then wait to resonate
while we sleep

blown by hungry winds
of want and emptiness
from our subconscious

into our waking hours
when our stomachs growl
and hearts howl for satiation