Owner: Dream Time Poetry URL:http://www.dreamtimepoetry.com Join Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2008 21:15:12 -0500 Rating:0 Site Description: A collection of inspirational poems that express the author's insightful journey through life, love and the spiritual realm. New poems regularly posted! Site statistics:Click here
Who can draw lines? 2008-07-22 01:45:53 Who can draw lines or erect boundaries when soul is the maker, creator, of all and we the mere puppets and lowly workers enslaved in its will and told to obey? And soul doesn’t care if this life or next...
Not a poem 2008-07-21 15:28:55 I did think to post a poem tonight but I thought rather something directed more to my subscribers. I am aware that I do have some although I don’t, of course, know who you are or where you live. South...
A contract 2008-07-15 13:53:56 Can you see how the sea believes it is free but naturally so the mountain stands tall and confines the sea between boundaries set in place by a contract
of sorts? It must be a sort of a contract or...
The heart 2008-07-14 08:58:29 It’s time to go away when the heart is full of woe as if the world at large can re-align that part where consequences lie and multiply for the turn away from the dependent helpless. But it’s know in circles...
No lines 2008-07-10 14:13:35 No lines are writ that says to look and know the truth within because to see and then to know a most peculiar thing. And this thing is like an alien for it flashes from the eyes the fire and...
A monster rises 2008-07-07 01:01:14 A monster rises from the skin eyes ablaze, the fangs displayed, and spits the fire of vicious ire into the air I breathe. Down it travels hot, hot, hot, through the esophagus straight to that tender part some would call...
In case 2008-07-02 14:55:56 After a number of tests and love still doesn’t manifest extinction lays claim to the blueprint of soul or it could be God overfilling a very large garbage can. Where do they go, the unloving or the adept at burying...
At the feet of the rich 2008-07-01 01:48:36 Need calls the poor to the feet of the rich but don’t forget once they were lovers in love proud to own something that cannot be bought or bartered and sold for trinkets and gold. Risen from then up into...
The toad of love 2008-06-30 13:22:52 Love isn’t in my daily bread nor in the corners of insignificant temptations so the check, re-check concludes… love’s a green/black bloated toad playing “peek-a-boo, look at me” in a senseless fantasy before the hop and drop into memory. Toads...
I want 2008-06-29 01:04:05 I want the silence of together to treat me like a lady and when apart I want to be the monarch of your heart. I want eyes to see the real me, hands to touch my soul, and fingertips to...
She dances again 2008-08-10 04:01:41 She dances
again the dance of love, that gypsy woman unseen, amidst a thousand silent sighs and fallen to ground bygone thoughts but far, too far, this fearful life from the gates of happiness and the loosened mind of a...
Guinevere 2008-08-07 11:36:43 Jezebel, that Jezebel, rings on fingers, toes, dances in the limelight of all she’s come to know but Guinevere, that Guinevere, beauty personified, merely offers up her tears as evidence of soul. They trickle slowly, softly, from her knowledge base...
I think, you think 2008-08-05 11:51:39 No manna falls from heaven to feed the starving masses because nothing comes for free except a silent thought. I can think
of castles large and grand, of shacks that barely stand, or of hate over love’s design patterned in...
The crash land 2008-08-03 14:35:25 I came down a little bit from my high and lofty perch but now the shoulders lift and the tension ripples down to my fingertips. It’s always better up, up, up, in the air of a belief but the world... Read more:crash
Formations of rock 2008-07-29 16:08:54 (Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand) Formations of rock surveying the scene stand firm near the edge of approaching winter vulnerable and exposed to man’s evil ways and saddened by how a person can change. But if I walk down...
Magic is dead 2008-07-25 04:48:28 The witch and the wizard one day made a pact to go it alone without love and life was good with the birds and the bees until flowers closed ranks and the trees grew no leaves. Magic
, you see, not...
She dances again 2008-08-10 04:01:31 Poem concerning the renewal of life and love after death Read more:dances
Guinevere 2008-08-07 11:36:23 Jezebel, that Jezebel,
rings on fingers, toes,
dances in the limelight
of all she’s come to know
but Guinevere, that Guinevere,
beauty personified,
merely offers up her tears
as evidence of soul.
They trickle slowly, softly,
from her knowledge base
for she knows that love’s a grandiose thing
and one to be revered
by even the most lowly
or the seemingly so.
There are no lowly beings
in her n
Everybody's Garden 2008-08-14 08:45:16 Spit and spurt; no one is hurt when water trickles gently so upon the garden all must grow but send me to a waterfall unbridled, uncontrolled, and sinks the part that could be heart because always too much spray is... Read more:Everybody
, Garden
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