the keeper of dreams
comes to imaginations
with lurid temptations
promising
islands in the sky
beauty
in the mind’s eye
a veritable Versailles
where ones mind can fly
to islands in the sky
where mythology
turns into folk etymology
and no one has to die
***
Lava lust
molten desires
steamy romance
pulsating
inside
crazy love
sending shockwaves
down my spine
with hot passion
and naked yearning
sensuality and carnality
embodied
with salacious thoughts
coursing through veins
throbbing with need
I yield to impulse
***
He looked across the classroom at her luxurious golden hair
lost in daydreams that come to young men
all he could do was stare
he wasn’t sure what it was that held him so
what marvel moved him to sweat
even though a breeze through an open window did blow
his heart felt light
she was a pretty mystery
and a beautiful sight
he told himself a day would come soon
when he’d be brave enough to say hi!
and not appear to be a buffoon
love was in the air
but it wasn’t sticking soon
***
I’m looking to stimulate my imagination
by bringing along flying turtles
to give me inspiration
my muse riding in a row boat
a fantasy innovation
coming to me with
with childish fascination!
**
Satchmo singing”What a wonderful world” in a corner of the 1950’s themed diner that never closes down
a mythical diner that attracts great musicians and singers from all around
Jelly Roll Morton rubbing elbows with Duke Ellington at the red bar
the two legends watching Buddy Holly perform from afar
Little Richie, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Fats Domino
hanging out but looking for somewhere else to go
Roy Orbison and Elvis Presley
looking over at Billie Holiday and Peggy Lee
Diane Ross and Janis Joplin playing Liar’s Dice
while old Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra, tries to be nice
so he can stay in this musical paradise
(184 words -Flash Fiction/Poetry)
They called her Little Red in Sedona, Arizona where crystal-gazers told the fortunes of tourists who came to see the famous red sandstone hills beauty, that explodes in orange and red splashes of brilliant colors when the sun rises, or sets.
Little Red was from the barrio on the wrong side of town, a collection of homeless people who gathered around, helping one another, like a sister and brother, to survive in a merciless economy of the 21st century…
The local homies who respected her gig of taking from the rich and giving it to the poor, had a good rapport with the Harley-riding Little Red who stayed ahead of the law gaining the awe of all the local gangs…
One day Little Red went to see her grandma who lived by the sea, to see if everything was the way it was supposed to be, when she discovered an anomaly that led her to believe an imposter was there to deceive…
Little Red hopped on her Harley and headed for open country determined to be free from the constraints of fairytales and history.
***
we all need a hobby for our happy place
a refuge from our daily routine
another way to express our ourselves
by playing a guitar or a tambourine
crafting clever things out of clay
writing in a journal or writing a poem
free to express yourself in any way
there’s no boundaries
for hobbies
Is what I’m trying to say
spend time for yourself
and make your day
in the dream there was an emerald glow
that enveloped me
as I walked
through the snow
seeking the mystery
that led me
into an unknown land
guided by the emerald glow
I sought answers from the gods
and wizards I didn’t know
my dream guiding me
into unknown country
where I walked on clouds
to see what I could see
it’s always exciting to me
when my emerald dreams
take me to new places to see
and I begrudge the long days
that are reality
waiting
patiently
for sleep
to envelope me
there was a young woman named Bethany
who lived in a Redwood tree
her little hut was something to see
perched like a toy inside the canopy
society had caused her to flee
to the giant tree in order to be free
a friend brought supplies to the tree
and never questioned her idiosyncrasy
and she lived there like a refugee
but happy as happy can be
for she was a nature devotee
who did her best to avoid reality
some people are meant to travel by whatever means
cars, trucks, buses, biking,
trains, planes, or hitchhiking
which was one man’s favorite mode
to take off a load
traveling free
across the country
was the only way to go
until one day when
the hitchhiker met a UFO
which offered him a ride
to wherever he wanted to go
so he took a quick tour of the galaxy
to see what wonders he could see
like the red dunes of Mars
and the shooting stars
with their ancient history
but the time soon came
to go back home again
with new traveling tales
of space and cosmic trails
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