Dream's Mysterium

Tag: verse

  • I Saw Peter

    I saw Peter at the gate  But I was running really late So I said to him at once Sir, I never played the dunce And I did what the Hebrews  told In the Holy books of old And, yes I read the Golden Rule They didn’t even teach in school  Then I applied it…

  • Corporate Man

    I went to visit Corporate Man Upon his private Corporate land I thought I’d help him understand We have so little time. “Not later, now, it must be done! You see,” I told him, “we are one. The Earth, the trees, the flowers, Sun. There’s no such thing as ‘mine’.” “Look outside there still are…

  • Perseus and Andromeda

    Image by WikiImages from Pixabay He flew on wingèd sandals near the shore And saw her naked there against the stone As beautiful a maiden naught before, Had Perseus encountered, bound alone. He carried the decapitated head Of the Gorgon sister who was known As Medusa—even in her death Her disconnected head could turn to…

  • There’s Magic

    There’s a magic flowing through  Each and every thing. I wish that you could feel its pow’r It shakes my living be’ng. It doesn’t differentiate No ‘isms’ or ‘otries’— It doesn’t care how ignorant You just happen to be We’ll never know, for instance, And can’t hazard a guess, What fungi say to old oak…

  • I Speak in Poetry

    Yes, I speak in poetry So you best listen well Every line I type on here’s A story I can tell If you listen carefully  You’ll ALMOST hear the breeze As I describe it with my fingers With precocious ease. But it’s not magic! It’s my brain! I’ve loaded it with facts That all inform…

  • Love to Make

    Speak to me in poetry Whisper what you’d say to me Cross your lips into my heart Beauty, you’re a work of art Ever-after’s just awhile So little time to see you smile But we work with the gifts we’re given As long as we are one, we’re livin’ As long as there are breaths…

  • The Land of Oppression in the Guise of Freedom

    The USA is under spell. For almost all,  A living Hell. Oppressed in such specific ways We’re robbed of hope For things to change And thus resigned  To live oppressed— To play by rules Made by the rest— The tiny few Whom rule the land With heartless greed And raisèd hand.

  • Making Sense of the Madness

    Sometimes you have to write to make any sense of the madness. Most of the time you fail, but it doesn’t mean you stop trying. Sometimes the injustice weighs you down like the Mariner’s fabled albatross. To simply take a step becomes the most difficult task you’ve ever faced. Sometimes the evil overtakes you and…

  • Devious

    There’s something about that smile How it brightens up my day (Always) Something, for a while, I’ve really meant to say: A secret that we keep—we know— We just don’t dare to say. The distance is so vast between But I can’t stay away. Innocent on its face But devious at heart Cannot help predicament…

  • Einstein’s Apple

    Why is it Newton we think of when we Think of gravity— Sitting under his tree— The apple hits his knee— When it wasn’t ‘til Einstein That we had a working  Theory of gravity?

  • Dead Ass Meat

    A storm is coming trust. We all can feel it now. It’s building in its strength It’s breaking at the bow. To harbor, we will go Protection from the storm For those who make the grade Are those who get the worm. The worm always decides Just whose cancer to eat And if you’re not…

  • (Joe Won)

    Everywhere you go  It’s every Where you try to flow And every One is going to die We know that Presidents will lie And every One of us is dead A funny Image in his head That maybe  Bleach would be the cure So fucking  Insane and obscure It’s fucking More than I can bear…

  • A 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 city 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 Jaunt

    We can’t quite remember Whe’r in May or December Or was it in September? We decided to meet. And what was the method? By which two intrepid Souls then accepted (Were we even discreet?) If someone were tracking The cases we’re cracking, And found them all lacking, Would they then do the math? From all…

  • I Wrote this Poem for Me

    I wrote this poem for me, you see? And not at all for you.   Wait, you expected more from me? I dwell within the truth.   You may call me vain, but you Do not know who I am.   If you loved you as I love me Well, then you’d understand.   See,…