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by Dave
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1236257
A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A sig awarded for winning "The Anything Goes Poetry Contest"

A log of our magnificent journey.

March 13, 2019 at 11:51am
March 13, 2019 at 11:51am
#954267
Welcome aboard the good ship “Fantasy,”
where words become ballistic thrusters,
boosting us
beyond the bounds of reason’s gravity
on a trajectory
to deepest inner space.

Without knowing why,
we must travel.

Secured by bonds of universal uniqueness,
we rocket into unknown zones to find
insight and understanding.

When the words flame out and fall away,
inertia propels our adventure
into the outer reaches of
imagination.

We fly across a universe
of imagined meanings
to discover truth
buried
inside our soul.

Subconscious phantoms explore those dark caverns
deep into the night
to shed a light of awareness
upon God’s secrets.

In reading and composing, we learn
lessons to help us navigate
through rocky shoals and
propel the rocket of life
into the future.

Inspiration IS the response,
as creativity begins to flow--
tumbling and rumbling
in spite of all the grumbling and stumbling.

Beyond the price of pence,
the true reward is
discovery.



36 lines of Free Verse poetry.
March 9, 2019 at 11:08am
March 9, 2019 at 11:08am
#954010
When the sun goes down,
the curtain goes up on Satan's nocturnal operetta,
where spirits of the night
join their voices in a chorus of cacophonic extravaganza,
as miasmic vapors
billow forth across the haunted landscape.

Creepy crawlers,
attracted by the pandemonium echoing
around the mausoleum,
congregate
among the tangled vines of ancient blasphemies,
slithering, gyrating, and swaying
in a mesmerizing ballet
choreographed by Satan himself,
until the rising sun
drops the curtain of light
on the stage of this Bacchanalian festival.
March 8, 2019 at 4:33pm
March 8, 2019 at 4:33pm
#953966
blue jay contemplates
delicious golden banquet
spring's lavish bounty
March 2, 2019 at 6:35am
March 2, 2019 at 6:35am
#953548
Reaching beyond self


Ancient oaks lean toward the east
and groan beneath the burden
of old man Winter's
diamond-studded display,

until Mother Nature
takes pity on their weary limbs
and bakes up
a therapeutic batch
of April showers.


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