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The Dream 2


Birds abound

Strewn around

On the ground

They don’t cry

Mute acceptance in their eyes

Too little air

The trees are bare

The drought severe

Grass seeds depleted

The birds are defeated

They cannot fly

Exhausted they lie

Too tired to try


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©DGA 15 December 2011 15:49


The Dream


Wild horses scream across my dream,

Dust puffs from their hooves

Rise from the arid ground,

Rolling eyeballs red with blood,

Foam flecks flying from their mouths,

Shapes shift in short shrift,

Clouds move and meld as I watch

There in the ozone God’s own movie show.


©DGA 15 December 2011 06:08


Just between friends…


let’s get together

for coffee and a chat…

chew the fat…

‘bout this and that…

have you heard…

not a single word…

can you believe…

too hard to conceive…

simply outrageous…

must be contagious…

lovely to bump into you…

so nice to see you too…

do it again sometime soon…

how ‘bout tomorrow afternoon…


©DGA 11 December 2011 13:42


Little Drummer Boy

Little Drummer Boy


Little Drummer Boy


Deck the hall with bells and holly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

‘Tis the season to be jolly,

Fa la la la la, fa la la la.


Normal children

At first glance

But one

Stands apart

Draws my heart


Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,

He watches his feet

Tries to march to the beat

His eyes slide to the side

To see the others

His sisters and brothers


I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Arms askew he strums his drum


 Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

I want to wrap him up

Take him home

Keep him safe and warm

Calm his fears

My face is wet with tears


I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.


©DGA 10 December 2011 08:39


I Dreamt…


I Dreamt…


drifting on the eternal sea

distant mountains of mystery

blue and purple in their haze

patient till the end of days

lotus flowers floating too

white and yellow pink and blue

symbols of love and purity

steadfast throughout eternity



Lotus grows from the mud, the stem grows up through the  water, produces a scented and beautiful flower above the water,  basking in the sunlight. This pattern of growth signifies the progress of the soul from the primeval mud of materialism, through the water of experiences, and into the bright sunshine of enlightenment.

©DGA 09 December 2011 07:00


English is as She is Spoke


There are all shades of English:

Scottish English,

Irish English,

Welsh English,

All with English in common.

But whether some was gotten

At an auction

Or boughten for a fraction

Is anybody’s guess.

I went out with a guy from Reading.

At the end of the date

Was my face red –

I had pardoned most everything he said.

He could have spoken Finnish,

It may have been Yiddish or Flemish

Or something in between,

 But it certainly wasn’t English

As spoken by the queen.


©DGA 06 December 2011 15:04