Windmills In Flight...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 8, 2011 at 11:19pm

Windmills In Flight...

The windmill spun on the wind gently,
Creaking and ever-so-softly moaning, moaning, moaning,
Dreaming that its old wings might yet set it free,
Something Mystics once urged upon it that it never quite forgot,
A bird unable to joust from the air of the sea,
It carried the memory of all things of wings,
Pushing water and pumping air.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" Poem #8

Last Edit: Jun 28, 2012 at 11:18pm by AquarianM

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Lynn's Seed Oil...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 12, 2011 at 10:11am

Lynn's Seed Oil...

A gift from long ago,
A scent of your remembrance,
Shared in the dreams of life's loneliest moments,
A decade more of secret dreams,
Nothing you'd confide or share,
Empty heat and wasted passion,
A wilted flower that grows,
Something once-had,
Never forgotten or quite relinquished,
Slippery and pleasant,
An old comfort that's harmless.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #9.

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

The Letter Army...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 19, 2011 at 1:48am

The Letter Army...

They come upon you in the night thousands strong,
Running you over with swords of phrase and euphemisms of glory,
Wild tempest of thought scattered like bodies all about,
The only thing left in the morning cloaked in mystic glory,
But ok,
What a mad night it's been.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #11 

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Cat...Atonic...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 18, 2011 at 2:27am

Cat...Atonic...

Feline friends run in your dreams,
As always - independent,
Willful yet ignorant,
You try to coax them away from where the nightmares live,
But they're frisky and lure you closer,
To the point where sweat and worry wake you...

...and there the hungry little things are,
Staring at you.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/14/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #10. 

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Coming Up Hot...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 22, 2011 at 10:31pm

Coming Up Hot...

Love is a drug,
But there's never enough...of you,
Of you,
In my nights,
In my sleep,
I'm coming up hot,
To breathe,
You in,
Like a line again,
Love is a drug,
But there's never enough...of you,
Of you...to breathe.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #12

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Utopia...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 2, 2011 at 6:13am

Utopia...

Speaking of dreams,
How is the world holding up,
On the shoulders of the "strong and mighty?"

Do you sing and dance all day,
Walking on rainbows and eating cotton candy,
Or sit on a golden throne?

Call out the cannons...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/02/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #13

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

A Spin Around Dreamland...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 15, 2011 at 4:01am

A Spin Around Dreamland...

Slow slide slip down,
Snore peeks out,
Burbles above sand,
Fade into reality,
Just a whimsy-bit,
In-between state,
Not quite watching,
Not quite dreaming,
Mental snow-screen,
Anything is possible,
Just for that moment.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

Author's note:
We took a trip to Morris and Ottawa, Illinois the other day, and looked through a few little shops along the way. In one called Deja Vu in Ottawa, I found these beautiful little leather-bound journals full of blank acid-free paper in shirt-pocket size. They are embossed with a photo of Rembrandt's Windmill drawing. I bought two for poetry on-the-go. I decided to fill the first with poems of sleep and dreams. I'm going to call the book "Rembrandt Sleeping." This is the first poem in the series.

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #1

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

For those interested, the journals can be found here: www.paperblanks.com/us/en/collections/1/filtered?menu=c1&collection_id=247

Sueno...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 16, 2011 at 1:15am

Sueno...

(Pronounced sue-ane-yo. I can't reproduce the Spanish "n" with the "~" over it on my keyboard set.)

Dreams and sleep in a soft Latin verb,
A pretty sound from innerspace,
Fluid reality where Sun and Moon can kiss,
Stars are the soft echoes of ghost whispers,
Defeating the void in the gentlest fashion,
We meet on Dream Street,
Determined to co-create reality for another day,
Modify it in a place of all-heart and no-logic.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem 2.

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

The Limbo Docket...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 17, 2011 at 3:21am

The Limbo Docket...

Dream Court in-session,
Call to Chaos,
Whisper the case of wishes,
Lawyers of La-La Land,
Unicorns saddled by dream-dust in sacks of starlight,
Every color or shape,
All sounds and scents,
Tender touch and torture,
Melted duality fills a dream-pot with anything,
Waiting for unbound hearts to paint.

AquarianM
(C) 2/11/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem 3.

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Ghost Bikes...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 17, 2011 at 11:40pm

Ghost Bikes...

In somber slumber they ride motionless,
Dreams of anguished past,
White spirit wheels,
Silent chains and spokes,
Soul-warriors for movement free of karma-harm,
Mothers and fathers and,
Brothers and sisters and,
Children and friends,
Haunting us with memorial beauty and place memory,
Soundless silent white spokes,
White wheels rolled beyond.

AquarianM

(C) 02/11/2011

www.ghostbikes.org



backspace.com/notes/2006/12/ghost-bikes.php

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" Poem # 4.

Note: Ghost Bikes are memorials to bicyclists killed while riding their bikes. They originated in St. Louis, MO - and are now found in cities around the world.

Dan

Rembrandt Sleeping...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 18, 2011 at 10:30pm

Rembrandt Sleeping...

Painting a night's impression in soft and vivid dreams,
Imagery jumbles life like a learning curve,
Pillow-lust in linseed oil tints,
A renaissance of nightly mind evolves slowly,
Whispering like momentary centuries of colored dust,
Mutable and yet credible,
Inspiration ripe to pluck,
On the finished canvas of drowsy morning.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem # 5.

Threads And Needles...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 25, 2011 at 5:02am

Threads And Needles...

Slow music whisks across a haunted soul,
Paper a familiar friend to my fingers,
Daydreams wander a trove of years seeking riches,
Gold no one can hold,
Only embrace or push out,
People we remember are threads that bind our hearts,
Over and again in soft chains,
Waiting for the needles of goodbye to pierce our dreams,
Deflation is the Human condition,
Aching with the punctures of a billion moments that left us.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/12/2011

Rembrandt...Sleeping Poem # 7.

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

The Flying Saucer Era...

The Flying Saucer Era...

I look up at the night,

Always searching.

I'll never believe in that splendor being empty.

Arrogance doesn't become us.

I want to believe.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 07/16/2017

"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem #30

 

 

The Bean Diet...

The Bean Diet...

Bean burritos,
Three kinds,
Only a buck forty-nine.

Red beans and rice,
Maybe an apple,
Would be nice.

Wallet may be thin,
Yet somehow,
We'll win.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/15/2017

"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem #29

Midnight Moo...

Midnight Moo...

A simple Trade Joe's delight,
Requires the cows to come home,
Full of chocolate dreams.

I dance to the 'fridge,
Beaming...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/14/2017

"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem # 28

Author's note:
I love this stuff for making chocolate milk before bed, but have it only very rarely.

Dusty Old Letters From Tesla...

Dusty Old Letters From Tesla...

You can see the genius in the handwriting,
Meticulously cluttered,
Like an attic closet lost for a century.

The dry must is blown off the yellowed envelopes,
All eyes widen with delight.

Back in the day,
It was known as "correspondence,"
Hand-written and soul-bared.

The wonders of the Universe,
Revealed,
Wax seals that had partly re-stuck,
Grudgingly giving up their sleeping secrets.

It was all tales of love,
Love with a mystical beauty un-bound by our petty rules,
Cosmos was her name.

Nicola gave us an adoring view under her skirts.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/11/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #26

Spindle...

Spindle...

Around,
The creation of sound,
Mostly bright colors,
Adapting to the time.

In a digital world,
Analog sounds sweet.

What lasts is what tells,
Long after the last album sells.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/12/2017

"Rembrandt Sleeping..." poem #27

Author's note:
If ever I am wealthy enough, I will buy a beautiful old console stereo, put in a top-of-the-line turntable and sound system, one that glows like stereos used to, and gently, reverently, set needle to vinyl...

Throw-Away People...

Throw-Away People...

Out to pasture young,
Fifty isn't too old,
Nor fifty-five.

When people are just a ledger entry,
In a world of "throw-away..."

Society is insane.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/09/2017

"Rembrandt Sleeping," Poem # 25

A Highly-Charged Particle...

A Highly-Charged Particle...

The stress of the pennies,
They don't rain from Heaven.

A bucket of marital bliss,
Wrapped in a dollar-sign bow.

The wires buzz and hum.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/08/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #24

Dry...

Dry...

In the midst of nothing,
Sleep is calling,
The well has nothing,
No Muse to move me.

Set the alarm and drift,
Nothing.

So that was last night...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/08/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem # 23