Poet’s Dreams – a Sequel

Carpe Diem Funky Folks. I seized the day in William’s Hamlet, for there lay the Poets Hall of Fame. Lately it had been subject to a brutal online attack by unscrupulous, untamed shrews, calling the PHOF, “The Dead Poets Society”.

As I wandered through the galleries the awareness of the incestuous relationship between the Lyric Lover and Poet’s Dreams grew and grew the further i went through. They were of the same family Funky Folks. In many cases they were inseparable, one used in the other kinda thing. I must say though Funky Folks that the union was a fitting one. They were made for each other and produced a population of ballads, sonnets, odes and pastorales.

There was’t much time in a day to get through all the hall’s poems of love, revenge, seasons and all that stuff. I must admit I was cool with leaving out roads not travelled ‘cause I’d taken the low one. This was not the time to contemplate Kipling’s “If”…

Don’t ask me Funky Folks why I began in the ‘Anonymous’ section. Perhaps it was on a whim. The display had been arranged as if the Curator had age on his mind. I ambled on…

The first poem was surrounded by folks jostling to read it. Some were taking notes, probably a tour group which explained all the busses outside. I squeezed between a professor and an elderly gentleman in a grey beard. Their heated discussion caused me some delay Funky Folks. Finally I got to read it…

An Ode To Youth Rising

You were born in the age of Anthropocene In the year two thousand fifteen In time to change Old Sapiens ways Wiping away world’s scars and malaise Of years gone by

Exciting times await your call, Mom n’ Pop know it all Swimming bikes, running mountain roads recall Walking on sunshine ‘long dark desert roads They regale their tale that unfolds Your rise

It’s your world now and there’s no hesitating Tools to use those apps downloading Calculating numbers show you the way Values from which you’ll not stray Steadfast in the abrade

Follow your heart and what’s in your soul Weather the storms on the way to your goal They come and go so you’re wiser, you know Like the people you’ll meet and bestow Your friendship

Wise in your ways and never judgmental Helping others reach their potential With tolerant empathy, musical and artistic In sports, truly optimistic You’re our friend you know

Climate changes are coming your way All you’ll see, all you do, find something new Nimbuses thunder and lightenings spiral It’s oh so frightening, going viral Those emissions

Yearning higher learnings not all a piece of cake A journey through imagination for Figment’s sake Lifelong readings, love of words will be your wishing well And there’s no ending bell Ringing full stop

These are the things that may fill your days Of course you’ll go your own ways Building blocks Against the clocks In time to Rise and Shine.

This next one was interesting. Kinda sing songy…I could feel the poet’s utter confusion on feeling the King’s light touch.

A King’s Delight

Today a king came by Uninvited, so welcome He stayed awhile Suckling the drink of gods Beyond measure, and Surely nature’s pleasure Touched by his golden hue You yielded to his cue And then he was gone On his way, by gods he could fly No illusion, no doubt You were kissed By the Monarch

This one Funky Folks made me think that one of NASA’s scientists lamenting over his lost lunch. It made me feel hungry.

Spaced Out

My pizza-pocket went up in a rocket It never came back from Mars And Ooh, I had a big surprise To find… It’s one of the stars,

Funny. This little one was dedicated to the Curator.

Haiku for the Autumn of life

Maple leaves turning Orangey red, winds blowing Colorful carpet.

I approached this final piece with trepidation. The Curator had it in the wrong section, probably ‘cause of the age thing. It was loaned to the PHOF by Brandi Carlisle and expressed my dream for my better half…

Poet’s Dream For Lyric Lover

All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I’ve been And how I got to where I am But these stories don’t mean a thing When you’ve got no one to tell them to It’s true: I was made for you…..

I gulped. I needed a strong coffee and a sandwich Funky Folks. It was going to be an intensive afternoon. My seat faced a lyrical quote on the wall by Leonard Cohen “True love leaves no traces…”. Sorry Funky Folks but I had to think about this one.

It was the loudspeaker’s announcement breaking the sound of silence, “The PHOH is closing in twenty minutes”. It got me moving. No doubt Funky Folks I had dreamt of that lyric.

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