How about poetry starts?

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   paradigmsearchposted 12 years ago

   The dream began/started/begun was/is/will be...

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   Ben Evansposted 12 years ago

   A dream has shown a path yet unknown.
   The beginning is marked with a sense
   of anticipation of what is yet to be.
   A broad panorama with a moon in the center
   will change with the days sun
   and the direction we walk.

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   poetvixposted 12 years ago

   The dream began eons ago
   when we were one in the heavens.
   Our energies mingled together.
   For centuries we merged.
   Only to be torn asunder.
   Sent to hell on earth
   to spend our lives searching
   for each other,
   the missing half of souls.

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   Jaggedfrostposted 12 years ago

   That is an interesting look at why we are here.  I never considered God that sadistic, truthfully.

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      poetvixposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      Honestly, I don't see God that way either.  I was working on two other writes and took a break and came here.  What you see above is kinda a merge I guess of some themes from the other two that just came out as I whipped that off here.
      If we are speaking of God, I have to say I see nothing but mercy and love else how would he continue to be with us mortals?
      Sorry, getting kinda religous toned here.

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   Jaggedfrostposted 12 years ago

   The interesting thing is that if he were only those things then he couldn't be just and perfect.  While I don't see god as sadistic I actually understood the perspective of the observations you made anyhow.  Sometimes trying to balance the justice that has a tendency of creating terrible things as natural consequences of men's actions that God doesn't obstruct, against the mercy that give love and life to all things and give life is a contradiction that has caused more then just you to pause and wonder even if you came to those observations by accident.

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   couturepopcafeposted 12 years ago

   the dream
   
   i want to write about happy polka dots
   where goats nibble on rocky hillsides
   
   instead i dream of cities being blown up in the distance
   i follow the line of pickup trucks loaded with deer rifles and shotguns
   i can survive - at least for the few minutes it takes for my dream to run its course
   
   sitting in a cement walled facility, knees pulled into my chest, i sing
   "and the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air"
   
   when i wake, the first light of day is streaking hazily into my room
   i think of happy polka dots
   
   but the night and war seem more than a dream.

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   ralwusposted 12 years ago

   The dream, yet why at remembrance, should I burn?
   T'was a dream of mirage and cannot return.
   But was she, too, a spirit, the waif who flew by,
   And breathed in my bed, while she hid from mine eye?
   Was she, too, a vision, just chancing to view,
   Then lifted with the sunrise, or mingled in dew?
   Oh! should it seem so,--Oh! should that her eye,
   Had been but a star-gleam that dropped from the sky,
   And her voice that was framed of falsetto thrill,
   Had been but the Lark, that sang then was still!

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      Beth100posted 12 years agoin reply to this

      I can't top that Ralwus!!  And, I'm not about to try...at least not at the moment.    xox

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      2uesdayposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      Fantastic to read. That should go in your book.

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   ralwusposted 12 years ago

   Ahh shyt Beth. You can do it. Well, anyway, think on it a bit and return with something, er, Beth. Thanks sweety.

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   ralwusposted 12 years ago

   I suppose maybe I should save it then 2uesday? I will consider and maybe add to it then on your recommendation. Thanks.

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    ralwusposted 12 years ago

    Slumber of the Monarch
    
    A sleeping did her spirit feel;
    She had no human cares:
    She seemed a thing not so real
    With naught of earthly wares.
    She neither hears nor sees,
    Resting now under green embrace,
    With wings, and leaves, and breeze;
    Sleep well, wee fairy of dancing grace.

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    CMCastroposted 12 years ago

    Awake for such a living fantasy
    Asleep to miss the real purpose for doze.
    A trial of ideas that sends your mind to wander
    That's the difference between poetry and prose.

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    ralwusposted 12 years ago

    Very nice CMCastro. So true.

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    Beth100posted 12 years ago

    Just for Ralwus, I'll try the start of one tonight.....
    
    ......
    
    A dream began with folded wings
    Glory be to the heart that's free
    Young and strong with roots of a tree
    A beauty sought by all the kings
    
    From lands afar they came to hear
    Voice so clear singing love a song
    Prisoner of love far too long
    Drawing everyone far so near
    
    ......
    
    Only you could get me to write one...it's been months since I wrote a poem!!  xox 

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       ralwusposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Very nice Beth. See? I knew you had it. xox

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    kimberlyslyricsposted 12 years ago

    If one delicately sleeps inches away
    Despite the loud snore
    and completely misses her birthday
    Would she be considered a selfish whore?

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       ralwusposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       LOL yes! good one Kim

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    Wayne Brownposted 12 years ago

    Met in the truckstop; thought her a vamp
    Left me high n' dry; nothin' but a tramp
    Now I keep on going, don't stop in anymore
    Got no use for women, the truckstop whore

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    ralwusposted 12 years ago

    Is that your dream WB?

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       Wayne Brownposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Must be! LOL!

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    paradigmsearchposted 12 years ago

    There was a young lady from Boston, Mass.
    
    Who stood in the ocean up to her… ankles.
    
    It doesn’t rhyme.
    
    But in twelve hours...
    
    It will.

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    ralwusposted 12 years ago

    We don't care. did she git her hair wet?

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       Wayne Brownposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Yes, now she has to comb it and powder her cheeks!

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    paradigmsearchposted 12 years ago

    The blond part or the brunette part?

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    ralwusposted 12 years ago

    haha I think you know, the curly parts.

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    paradigmsearchposted 12 years ago

    She’s coming in. I’ll check…

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    Wayne Brownposted 12 years ago

    A dream overcomes the gentle sleep so serene
    A nightmare of sorts shoving way in between
    Things that creak and go bump in the night
    Unknowns that scare with flash of light
    
    Struggle to run from them in your nap
    Fight back, scream, pinch, bite, and slap
    Anything to get away and just wake
    A dream too long in the time it takes

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    ralwusposted 12 years ago

    To Dream
    
    Wake up my rotted soul
    and tell the new day to me;
    behooved, sorry-struck, immured
    in wall of sensual sleep. Slowly
    rise and blink the mist from your eye
    and show your red secrets, your nightly sighs
    to the world of wonder and me. Dreams
    to live to become real when you awaken
    when morning pronounces truce over
    the night meeting day in the dragon's bed.
    Cry out your innocence when you
    sigh backward into the amorous arm
    of her sea as dead.
    Wake my rotted soul, look down on the
    serpent that struck men from the loft
    of vanity. Burn in my world sad-struck,
    beloved, burn in my world the sensual sleep
    and tell the new day to me.

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    Petra Vlahposted 12 years ago

    between dreams
    and
    nightmares
    revolving doors
    keep moving

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