Dreamworks Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

DREAMWORKS
Eyes saw reflection Monday, when World War II was won,
emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun
a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems
to be about to stutter before landlord of dreams.

Eye Tuesday schooled, life's masquerade began to understand
how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand,
soft strength no bitter toil required to channel patterned streams,
blood flood no rudder needed to feed forever's dreams.

Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide
to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride,
felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream,
tapped hope's sap, never'd sever eternity from dreams.

Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired,
who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired,
felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek 'together's' gleams,
to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.

Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong
stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs,
subjective views eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams,
shows all may know glow grows, fair flows, to feed tomorrow’s dreams.

Eyes weary on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near,
reach through rhyme’s interplay to transmit loud and clear
before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may ravage, mock soul’s gleams,
this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.

Eyes which one Sunday may pass away, life legacy would leave:
ideals unbetrayed, pray none know poison, prison, grieve.
Life's cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~
road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams...

9 May 2005 minor modifications 21 April 2008 revised 30 April 2008,8 March 2011

for previous versions see below

DREAMWORKS

Eyes saw first light one Monday, when World War II was won,
emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun
a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems
to be about to stutter before landlord of dreams.

Eyes which were schooled one Tuesday began to understand
how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand,
soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams
should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.

Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide
to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride,
felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream,
tapped hope's sap, never'd sever eternity from dreams.

Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired,
who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired,
felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek 'together's' gleams,
to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.

Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong
stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs,
subjective vie[w]s eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams,
shows all may know glow grows, fair flows, to feed tomorrow’s dreams.

Eyes which on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near,
reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear
before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may wear away soul’s gleams,
this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.

Eyes which one Sunday may pass away, life legacy would leave,
who principles would not betray, prays none know tears, none grieve.
Life's cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~
road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams...

9 May 2005 minor modifications 21 April 2008 revised 30 April 2008 and 6 March 2011

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- for previous versions see below


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DREAMWORKS

Eyes saw first light one Monday, when World War II was won,
emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun
a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems
to be about to stutter before the land of dreams.

Eyes which were schooled one Tuesday began to understand
how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand,
soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams
should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.

Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide
to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride,
felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream,
still hope sap strong can't sever eternity from dreams.

Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired,
who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired,
felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek 'together's' gleam,
to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.

Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong
stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs,
subjective vie[w]s eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams,
shows all may know intact stays flow that feeds tomorrow’s dreams.

Eyes which on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near,
reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear
before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may wear away soul’s gleams,
this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.

Eyes who one Sunday passed away, life legacy would leave,
who principles would not betray, pray none know tears, none grieve.
The cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~
road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams...



9 May 2005 minor modifications 21 April 2008 revised 30 April 2008
robi03_1252_robi03_0000 XXX_DEZ

- for previous version see below

Dreamworks

I who was born one Monday, when World War II was won,
emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun
a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems
to be about to stutter before the land of dreams.

I who was schooled one Tuesday began to understand
how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand,
soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams,
should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.

I who advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide
to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride,
felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream,
still hope sap strong can't sever eternity from dreams.

I who in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired,
who queried much but never burning ambitions inspired,
felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek out sharing’s gleam,
to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.

I who Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong
stretch skywards, never hesitate to sift the right from wrong,
still clearer view continues to test through searchlight beams,
so all may know intact stays flow that feeds tomorrow’s dreams.

I who on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near,
reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear
before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may blast away soul’s gleams,
this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.

I who one Sunday passed away, life legacy would leave,
who principles would not betray, pray none know tears, none grieve.
The cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~
the road I take, make no mistake, tomorrow threads your dreams...



9 May 2005 with minor modifications 21 April 2008
© Jonathan Robin