Am I Dreaming (1) Song Poem ..... Prose Style ....

A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song, 

using a phrase or sentence from that song. 

It must also be written in the melody, rhytmn or spririt of that song: 

As my eyes glare deep into the hue of light brown eyes of yours,
My heart cries,\
It cries slow soft beats of love for not only you to feel,

But for the world, the vastness of the universe too feel

When you hand touches mine,

Your docile touch puts my mind in a dream,

A dream of me imaging your love will always be only mine for the eternity of time,

Because otherwise, how could I be so lucky to have someone like you in my life, other then in a dream

Distance,

Time,

Never diminish what was hidden deep inside me,

hidden, was a love only you could bring out in the open,

A love, that needed to be shared, with someone like you,

A love, that has endured the toughness of times, and still shines,

A love, that has stood tall, even we could not longer stand,

A love, so bright, it will shine longer then the stars up above in Heavens sky,

A love, so strong, it emerged from the surreally of my dreams, into our reality

Am I'm dreaming?

Because I have been in love with you in my dreams, long before I ever met you,

And once we were united as one, I have loved you for such a very long time...

So long, my soul would be lost without it,

So long, my mind would wake up in a fog without its guidance, 

So long, my being would stop_ Being,

So long, my heart would stop beating from love withdrawn

Am I'm dreaming?

If not, how has this love lasted so long if not for me being in a dream?

And if my mind is truly in a dream, 

Please, do not shake me, do not pinch me, and mistakenly wake me up....

Still, and always will be in love with you ML

1Manview (PJ) ... :))

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Life misgivings ....

Her sprites were high in the sky,

Even thole her stomach was tied in a knot with hunger,

Her body weary from searching for food

With eyes almost as keen as an eagle

She looked down on those who were beneath her,

Watching them like an Hawk,

Their every move was noticed, as she waited for just one to leave their home unprotected

Appear an uncover pair,

A death diving swoop like lightening through the air energized,

Children screamed in a high pitch that only a mother could hear

A chase to no avail, because her speed was too great,

Her body was to agile,

Murderer cried into the distance sky

From high in the sky, she eased down to her young,

Happy to see their hungry faces,

Never knowing if an eagle in the sky, will see them uncovered, and feed them to her hungry young,

Just as she feeds Mrs Robin young, to hers...

Without question,

We can only except what God gives us,

or not give us...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Revelation ........ Repetition Poem ....... (Revisited)

Show me...

Show me how to touch your flesh in such a way; you will never want me to stop

Show me how to kiss your lips so docile your knees buckle

Show me how to hold your hand, so you won't ever let mines go

Show me the darkest corner of your mind, so I can shower it with sunlight, so you won't ever stumble again in the dark

Show me the way to your heart,  and I will show you the way to fulfillment

Show me the way to your soul, so mines can intertwine with yours 

Show me all of your love, and I shall surrender all of mines for you to hold for eternity

Show me...

Repetition Poem: 

Repetition of a sound, syllable, word, phrase, line, stanza, or metrical pattern in a poem


1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Friday Night Music... Color my world by Chicago

It's the end of the week.. Lights off, fireplace flickering, the love of your life is held tight between your arms, as you wish this song was a lot longer...

As time goes on, I realize

Just what you mean to me.

And now, now that you're near,

Promise your love that I've waited to share

And dreams of our moments together.

Color my world with hopes of loving you

Reflections ..... Joyful ... Repetitive Poem...

Joy, is the feeling that overcomes me, when I speak your name

Joy, is my hand, intertwine with yours

Joy, is when you walked into my lonesome life, and brought love to stay

Joy, is the feeling I get when you wrap your arms around my neck

Joy, is seeing a smile on your face, hearing your laughter

Joy, is the sober of my mind, after your lips meet and greet mines 

Joy, is waking with your body envelop into mines

Joy, is the simple moments we share together

Joy, is the feel of your body, softly meshing against mine, as we slow dance to the              

        slow rhythmic beats of our hearts

Joy, is the feel of the love, that I have for you, rooted deep into my heart 






1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Reflections ... A Stroll .... Prose Poem .....

Reflections, is a series of poems,

Of my random thoughts ...

Hot lazy summer afternoon,

Soothing air condition ride to the county park,

Kids on swings remind me of yester years, 

Families riding through the park on bikes and skates,

Family of four on bikes comes toward us,

Their not on the bike trail that's next to the walk trail, but who cares, as the tiny blonde hair girl with big blue eyes rings the bike bell for us to move out of their way, she laughs and yell hi in her tiny high pitched voice, as they streak by

Two bodies stroll slowly side by side,

In whispering voices, converse to one another,

Suddenly it dawns on me that this stroll is like so many others, but hadn't been taking in quite sometime,

Busy lives, different direction, rising children, has taken it toll on frequent strolls,

But on this day, we shall enjoy the turn back of time,

Our hands meet and greet, the same hands that meet many years ago,

But now has less flexibility, and aching joints,

But our love still flows through them, strong as ever

Fresh air, overflowing riverbanks next to walk walkway harness cover for lazy ducks and geese,

Ripples in the shoreline is from small fish dashing in and out of the weeds, that protect them from the roaming pry fish,

Wish of my fishing pole and two lounge chairs under the willow tree runs through my mind

A young couple quickly past us by while holding each other oh so tightly, they look as if were joined together at the hips,

A young love that reminds me of us many years ago, so into each other, we would walk right past the beautiful blooming flowers, missing the sight, missing their fragrance of life, because we were too consumed with the love that was blooming within,

But now, with many years of love and togetherness, we can walk slowly, because we understand that our love will always shine, always be there, and that the beautiful sights around us, enhance what we have inside for each other,

And no matter how fast we walk, time will still past us by,

But true love, will never leave us behind,

It will always walk in every step of our life's ...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Wishing You A Happy 4th Of July ...