Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poem

  • Anguished Sonnet

    When I’m in pain I write, I write, I write. It somehow helps me handle hurtful times. And if it’s ever dark, I’ll craft a light It’s often helpful, cleverly, to rhyme. I pen these words in anguish but not fear For whom among us fears death who hath lived? And I learn how although…

  • Holy Grail

    Searching for the Holy Grail for years now. Looking in the likeliest of places. Where art thou oh cup of Christ anointed? Where art thou oh glass of Heaven’s Graces? Under rock and tree and over mountains Seems you would be easier to find. I even looked at SATCO one time Downtown. I wish the…

  • Ecstasy Unbound

    I’m going for a walk right now Not list’ning to your pleas. I know you want my presence there’s just Not enough of me. A lovely village band is playing Salsa in the square. I’d rather not be anywhere but  Better here than there. Suddenly I’m far from you just Drinking in the sound, Then…

  • A Love Sonnet

    Love is such a simple thing to do When you meet the one, you’ll know she’s it. Still, I’m left here holding this here shoe, Trying to find the one whose foot it fits. The one I love is missing this here shoe. I danced with her for evenings but alas! She had to bolt…

  • Prose

    absolutely Let me love you in poems and caress you with words. I’ll shower you in metaphor, kiss you with consonance, verb you ‘til you moan with delight. We’ll be forever defined by sonnet and embraced by verse. Æthelbehrt would read us and weep, for he could never describe  Our purest love in prose.

  • I Call this Sonnet Gerald

    I yearn to know as much as I can learn A gift, this age is, to a probing mind And one should learn the right things to discern Or else he’s flying blindly—He is blind. In order to expand you have to grow And grow your base of knowledge and of facts. Our brains are…

  • I Cry…

    too much  For days that will never come again For feelings, that I felt back then Which are only memories now For people, who promised never to leave Whom, now, I don’t even know I weep for places I used to love that  No longer exist in the world. I cry

  • Wishing for a Meteor

    Wishing for a meteor  To strike me from above I long to leave this world of woe I lost all that I loved. I never had a lover though A fucker though for sure Not like Polly Harvey was  A-knocking at the door!

  • I Want to Travel Back in Time

    Straight to the 1990’s. I want to re-experience them I hate that they’re behind me. I know that I can do this if I  Could just master time.That whole decade still exists Although we’re left behind.

  • Hark, a Sonnet

    Hark, the bell is tolling for us all.For we allowed the wicked to succeed.The world we’ve built is destined soon to fall.For we’ve allowed the greedy men to lead.And they are greedy purely for greed’s sakeFor who can be fulfilled extracting moreFrom Mother Earth than Mother Earth can take?Humanity’s a thing that I deplore.Most ev’ry…

  • It was the Winters, Really

    It was the winters, really. I can see it rather clearly When resources waned severely We just had to put up stores. Winter created fear We wouldn’t make it through the year— When the wildlife disappeared. So we started to hoard. That was the end’s beginning When the Earth shifted its spinning And we thought…

  • I Thought I Saw a Dinosaur

    That had to be a dinosaur I just saw cross the road! A fearsome beast with talons greased A fairly hefty load. I only got a glance of her Then she went in the bush. But what I saw, it frightened me, That therapodic toosh. Something from another age Definitely old. A mesozoic ancient beast…

  • Cottage in the Valley

    It was morning in the valley Where the cottage stood alone In a spot in Northern Cali Where the wildcat used to roam. She set out for the market She wore her Sunday best He paid little attention To the regal way she dressed. Out the door, she hurried With panache and with a grin.…

  • A Man is a Man

    A man is a man, You can tell with a lamp— Diogenes says— But you’d call him a tramp. A dog is a dog If you bite when he barks For who is the man? And who is the mark? A beggar is rich For he knows more than you. Why should you toil, Or…

  • Take Me Back

    to Saturday Cartoons To dial-tone phones and men on the Moon Leave this entire decade here I will live in yesteryear.