Category: Dreams
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We Brought the Gold
When we left our homes for England, We expected streets adorned with gold, Because that is what they promised, Because that is the dream they sold, So we dressed up in our Sunday best, Straight backs and heads held high, And we arrived with big aspirations, Based on little White lies, Because the streets were…
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Barista
#NaPoWriMo Day Six Today’s prompt was to write a poem of possibility. Filled with coulds and shoulds and woulds. I chose to write a poem about a split second fantasy, about a possible outcome of a relationship sparked by a chance meeting. Barista She calls out my name and at the same time her eyes…
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Hurt
#NaPoWriMo Day One Another April, another month long writing challenge courtesy of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Yesterday’s prompt (I am a little late) was to write an instructional poem, or a disinstructional poem. I read disinstruction and thought of rebellion. Of being instructed to do something and not doing it. So this is what…
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Foreverie
Once upon the daylight blue, A longing was drawn in vivid hues, And sat lucid in her reverie, For times that she and he once knew. Painted on her memory’s eye, Thoughts flittered like a butterfly, They tickled at the brink of truth, And swaddled her mind in a dulcet lie. He no longer walks…
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Ecstasy’s Exorcism
The devil defiled my dreams one night, Sowing seeds of sin, Scenes of sex and sodomy Wailing from within, Fickle flesh and phallic forms Entwined in evil embrace, All anguish and adultery, No glimpse of God’s good grace, I stirred in sweats of sordid sorrow, Reeling in rich remorse: “Dispel these damning demons Father, free…
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Conscious Me
Who am I when I close my eyes and slip to a world of paradise? I am not the she you see by day when desire’s dream has ebbed away, Engulfed in flames of sin I lay, Forgiveness from my God I pray. A wretched soul that claws the wall, At Redemption’s door my footsteps…
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The Dreams
I always dare to dream the dreams But little shards disturb my sleep When reality rips right through the seams And all that’s left are the sighs that creep From lips that tremble with the tears Of wasted hopes and realised fears A stifled cry, frustrated screams My heart is sinking in defeat I always…
Serena Malcolm 