Dream's Mysterium

Tag: verse

  • Ten

    The forest is much more than just alive.It’s all connected in myster’ous ways.And though you scorch her surface, she survives.The heart of what is here cannot be fazed. It speaks in ways no ear could ever hear.In chemicals and quantum messages.When any plant is damaged there are tears.And we’d be wise to heed the presages. For when…

  • Nine (Pandemic)

    This pandemic’s got me going mad.It really feels like it will never end.I’ve tried to use the excess time I’ve hadTo be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mindJust trying to keep busy and keep safe.This isolation is a galling grind.And public recreation has to wait. The days all…

  • Eight

    I see it as a desp’rate sort of move And desperation’s something I despise. Each time you beckon me I disapprove. An overeager beaver is unwise.   It has to be a challenge for me, dear. If I don’t have to earn it, keep it, please. There aren’t a lot of people I let near.…

  • Seven (For Terry)

    Familiar wafts of scent flow from her hair—A hug elicits flashbacks in your mind.A Pink Floyd concert back in ‘94—A moment frozen in its place and time. Her breasts, pressed against your chest as ifShe wants to send a message with her bust.And suddenly you recall regal riffsWhich play inside your head. Their lovely lust—…

  • Six

    Whenever I feel grateful I exclaim: “I’m thankful for this bounty and this hoard.” Though I’m a poor man still I must proclaim” “I’m glad for what I have—that I’m adored.” For who can be a poor man with these gifts? To make sense of the world as few else can? And pen with neither…

  • Four

    Never have I been the least bit sane, Nor have I feigned to ever be. When I hear you say “Stay within your lane.” Well, that just doesn’t make much sense to me. Because I have no lane, love, I’ve the road Going in both directions all at once. You see the path I’m on…

  • Three

    A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one— A hopeless lover longing to find love— Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun— Poetry is man’s most potent drug. A poem will keep you healthy, Whitman says. As long as one dines nightly in the nude. As for one’s opus, always edit, yes. For one…

  • To Me, You are Perfection

    To me, you are perfection Like the sun setting over the ocean Seen from a secluded beach Like my favorite ice cream  Melted to perfection Easy to eat.  You’re easy to enjoy. The way I love you is uncommon I have never felt this way before But you are uncommon.  You’re the rarest gem on…

  • Earth in Iambic Pentamenter

    I know that once I write these words, their lives At once will both begin and start to end. And no one will be digging through archives. There likely won’t be be’ings like us again. We’ve made a mess impossible to mend. And I can almost not endure the days. Successive torture in a thousand…

  • Absinthe for the Lady

      Absinthe for the lady. Brandy for the gent. The night feels like it’s just begun. And time is heaven-sent. And though the hours drain me as I Stifle one more yawn, The silhouette of lovers can be Seen across the lawn. Buy my book! Free with Kindle Unlimited!

  • Sonnet One

    If love is all you’ve got I have enough Please bring me something challenging to me As difficult a problem as you’ve got And I will solve it expeditiously.   The only time I’ve loved was in my youth The only time I’ve lost to a degree. I wish that then I realized the truth.…