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Dream Catch Me

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LOVE POETRY: My poem – Dream Catch Me

I TEND to be a love-sick puppy at times. Falling for girls that are spoken for or aren’t interested and having my heart minced by the ones who pretend they are – these seem to be common trends in my hopeless romantic life. But from the burning ashes of emotional hurt often comes inspiration!

I often have this recurring dream where I’m walking along a beach at sunset – hand-in-hand with the undiscovered love of my life. Sometimes I recognise the girl, but at other times it’s someone that I have never seen or met before. I like to believe that I’m yet to meet the latter one.

Anyway, enough about me. Below is a poem I wrote a few months back about my recurring love dream. It’s an amalgamation of my own love sick feelings and two of my favourite songs. It you are familiar with the Goo Goo Dolls and the work of Newton Faulkner, you may recognise a few lines. There is also a bit of Blaise Pascal thrown in there just to spice things up.

So grab a tissue or another beer and I hope my poem touches you in a platonic way.

DREAM CATCH ME

Photo: fairwayscottages.comThe warm sunset rays cast themselves upon the tame sea

Dancing on slow moving humps of blue,

They meet the shore with a gentle swish

Gobbling up footprints left behind with joyous laughter.

We have an endless soft blanket before us on which to paint our future,

The past is washed clean, and all we need to go forward is the touch of each others hands.

It is only you and me – the rest of the World doesn’t matter,

Happiness has been defined in a single day…

But alas this is not today,

Today is a recurring dream.

Here is gone.


We have become adept at convincing ourselves that we know what we want

– who we want

Blind to our own inevitable growth,

Maturity, wisdom, ambitions, desires, dreams.

Our ocean is made murky by socially constructed pettiness

Expectations, perceptions, but very real uncertainty,

Uncertainty that strangles one, causing a head-rush of confusion

A bottomless void that can’t seem to be filled.


A few beeps from an electronic device becomes a make or break moment,

Silly, really

But the will to make the dream reality overpowers.

Left alone in a painful silence

Forced to allow over-analytical thoughts free reign over a once clear state of mind,

My ocean becomes cold and muddy

Please, get me out of this frozen dirt.


The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing, they say,

We try to understand the emotional heart with our heads

The way we are conditioned to,

Futile, really.

Sometimes the head wins the battle,

I break my fingers to make a call, but that’s all it is…


Love is about giving – giving involves trust,

Love is giving someone the ability to hurt you but trusting that they won’t.


There’s a place I go when I’m alone

Do anything I want, be anyone I want to be,

But it is always you I see there and I can’t stop myself from falling.

That’s where I’m going, where are you going? Hold it close, don’t let this go,

Dream catch me – catch me when I fall

Take me to my ocean I have seen before,

Let me meet her

Show me what I know will one day find me and become my reality.


Everything’s wrong, but it’s alright…

The lunacy of language

ENGLISH LANGUAGE: Asylum for the verbally insane

Unfortunately the author of this clever poem on the English language is currently unknown. Nonetheless, here’s a quick look at the lunacy of the English language.

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is neither egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England. We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guineapig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writer’s write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham. Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend. If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English, should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? We ship by truck but send cargo by ship. We have noses that run and feet that smell. And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on. So if Father is Pop, how come Mother isn’t Mop? And that is just the beginning – even though this is the end.

The Awakening

POETRY: Inspirational words from The Awakening poem

This poem got me through a very bleak time in my life (last week when I had flu and was feeling rather miserable). Just when I thought life had no meaning anymore my dear mother send me this poem to cheer me up. It really is an inspirational piece so I thought I share some of its wise words with you.

The Awakening by Sonny Carrol

THERE comes a time in your life when you finally get it … When, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out “ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on.” Then, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside and you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening.

You realize it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the next horizon. You realize that in the real world there aren’t always fairy tale endings, and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are, and that’s okay. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.

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EnlightenedYou learn the importance of loving and championing yourself, and in the process a sense of new-found confidence is born of self-approval. You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you – or didn’t do for you – and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.

You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that everything isn’t always about you.

So, you learn to stand on your own and take care of yourself, and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance. You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties… and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.

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You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin to discover that the world is much larger than where you live, and you rediscover your curiosity and embrace adventurous exploration. You open up your mind, begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.

You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with. You learn that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a consumer looking for your next fix. You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.

You learn that you don’t know everything, it’s not your job to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.

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SunsetThen you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not mean lonely. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say no.

You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drink more water, and take more time to exercise. You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.

You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you believe you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone, and that it’s okay to ask for help.

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You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself. You learn to step right through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms.

You learn to fight for your life and not squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people, and you learn not to always take it personally.

You learn that nobody’s punishing you and everything isn’t always somebody’s fault. It’s just life happening. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.

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You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people on earth can only dream about: a complete family, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.

You begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than your heart’s desire. You make a mental note not to defer your life any longer – only living it after you graduate, after you get that flashy new car, or after you make your millions as an investment banker. If you are passionate enough, you can do what you love for the rest of your life, right here, right now.

You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, to keep learning, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility. Finally, with courage in your heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best you can.

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Men vs. Women

A WOMAN’S POEM:Looking for love

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.


I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to ‘how big is my behind?’
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

A MAN’S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac
with huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

– The End –

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Desiderata

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Desiderata (latin for “desired things”) is an inspirational prose poem written by Max Ehrmann in 1927 about attaining happiness in life. It goes something like this:

DesiderataGo placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it’s a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantement, it is as perrenial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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