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Each and every day I/we have a new opportunity
to be great/or fake , bold or grey or even a little awake
we have a chance to travel back in time
or into a brave bright future .
We can choose to squash an ant, centipede or fly
Or just to marvel at the millions of variations and
agree with Darwin for his insight

Be thankful for another day
For me its just to simply not scratch or itch ..
We can choose great goals or aspirations
Or just be grateful for the bread we eat.

When we wake up in the morning,
There’s nothing wrong in chasing shadows across the wall,
Or in remembering our childhood or details from another dream.

We can travel, we can love,
We can float above or below the life we choose.
The clock s can run fast or slow
Depending on the way we want to go.

Each day we can paint or play,
Just dive and drive through your memories highway
Dance, hear or sing a song that makes you stronger,
Evokes a feeling, an emotion to make you feel alive once more.

Just for one day try not to turn on your tv, or pc
And see how it feels to breath and be free?

Why is it that man always chooses the other side of the fence,
Or wants to fly to the moon then bury his head in the sands .
Why is it he’ll always choose war, power or riches.
What’s is it he’s lacking that he can’t just find or make with his own hands ?

A second head might help, though I don’t believe man’s ever
Gonna learn from his history or the past,
Like a fool he’ll wallow in the glory of ignorance
We’re the throw back from some long forgotten stone age
Just a parasite feeding upon the earth
We’ve burn t, we’ve scorched, dug up and torn to pieces
Then we’ll move on to find another piece of land, which we’ll re-name
Build it up, an then pull it down again,

History will teach us nothing, nor is it relevant to the youth,
Who’ll choose to wallow in the gutter of excess,
Than to grasp at the spark …before it’s gone ,
Go’s out forever.

Every day is just a chance at something great, good or inspiring
All we have to do is choose, wake up and believer ,
It’s not rocket science just open up your eyes, soul, heart and mind, take the time to appreciate all we have and can have if we try, just try and give it a go,,,,,,,,,

give it a go, i dare you to........

nice dave and r.w.l.d. and mog.

maybe an alien brain, or some time travelers , skipping , ripping through mirrors , windows , and doors , forgotten what it was searching for , maybe a reason to explore , enjoying the feeling of falling through time , vast open spaces that flicker and shimmer and come to life , so i click on my clicker , and off i go , down some other rabbit hole , where gods particles are smashed , with shiva as a mascot , science at it's peak , even invisibility , so many discoveries , amazing to think what our children might see , when science can bring us closer to god than could ever be perceived , with the help of faith , mapping our brains , neurons , strengthened passageways , 99% of matter is empty space , we fill it up with belief , or maybe love , and a dream......

oh to be pullin , rope from the mist , and i'm feelin the wet on it , the rough of the rope , damp of the air , waiting on something , coming though i cannot see what it could be . but i got this feeling , emotions are spilling allover me , and man ive been pullin for such a long time
this wind blows , in my mind i can see it , like some vangogh dream, and like vangogh only the crazy are drawn , only the crazy can see , laughing while the sane explain insanity , oh well , i see you seeing me , feeling through the darkness of a tattered memory , i'm not quite as lost as blind , to all the heavy things that sink my mind , they grew to heavy , and i dropped them
the whole world is my " one thing ".....this syre is some loophole

Hi, like your last one Harv,
It's nice to see people are still checking out and reading this thread it seems popular, good choice people ! some times i go back and re-read this thread from the beginning and it's surprising but there's such good words and poems as well as the great and not so great comments and words.....

in the meantime.

I thought I'd post this effort, an experiement of the "cut and paste"type of free verse, all the words are from Ray's novel Dandilion Wine and his alone (hope you don't mind ray !)
but I just love all the book, I just wanted to try and capture an essence of it !! I think it works really well as a poem too, well Ray writes with such poetry and powerful words I couldn't go wrong......
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DANDELION WINE

His gaze like a beacon from this lighthouse
up the dark spiral stairs to his grandparents'
cupola, and in this sorcerer's tower sleep with
thunders and visions,
He stood at the open window in the dark, took a deep breath and exhaled.
The street lights, like candles
He exhaled again and again and the stars began to vanish.
Douglas smiled. He pointed a finger.
There, and there. Now over here, and here,
Douglas, conducting an orchestra, pointed to the eastern sky.
The sun began to rise.
Recollection of a vanished golden era

a human time machine
a sideshow automaton able to glimpse the bittersweet future.
A priceless distillation of all that is eternal about boyhood and summer.
the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow.
this was the first morning of summer.
he felt the tall power it gave him,
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I'm working on some new stuff of my own , so I'll post them soon ok

take care of yourselves,
be creative,
be good to yourself & others around you

and the best wishes to you all,
cheers regards Dave

nice dave . that was an awesome smashing of ray bradbury into poetry . thanks for the compliment too . i look forward to more of your writing . and anyone else's of course

look at me ,look at us , look at the time, look at the time, months in seconds gone by wild horses we'll ride them some day . just stay , dont forget , i loose my memories , and shit just fades when time gets slow you kmow what i mean ,. well you know we can just make more to fill in the spaces of those forgotten times and places
understand i get under the radar more often that not , and even dreams speak to me more than memories , i wont loose track , just space

SUN CITY AGE

Come all you citizens of the Sun City age,
while the sun king is sitting still
Lets gather around make masters for the new world.
In an age of remembrance
the modern’s not that great
make time for preservation.
we don’t need the dead heads any more.
where differences will be celebrated and ignorance
will no longer be an excuse for covetousness,
stop worrying about what your neighbour has or hasn’t got.

Stand up and stand free
choose the highway to the sun,
let the animals hold the magic too.
Be bombed but not broken
break thru the lens,
pull back the veil and the veneer
in search of dangerous days
this once green and pleasant land is quickly
becoming a shadow play.
A virtual reality trapped in a museum,
A ghostly film at the bottom of a lake.

Come on you children of the revolution
Parents of the flower power generation
You knew what you wanted but were too afraid to say it.
Don’t waste it like the youth
Consume the consumer,
Bring back the golden age.
I knew the right side to butter upon,.
It’s time to remember,
Time to think about the storm & the teacup.
Great things may fall, stop waiting to work.

While you’re waiting for truth,
Think bigger in a small minded world.
Use your dreams & intuition, these great and ancient gifts,
There lost and forgotten.
Become a journeyman, an everyman or a shaman.
Race up to hungry hill
Cause the hours are moving on.
Wake up to a miracle day an rub the sand from your eyes,
Your sleepy eyes can see the dawn is breaking.
The summers here, and a new one’s just begun.

Don’t push the button for war,
The tears well up inside.
When the train comes I’ll be waiting, how about you??
Help me paint the sky a misty blue.
The rivers and lakes run alive again.
The power will come from another age,
Use it don’t lose it.
Don’t panic, because it’s true we’ll all see the light.
A mixture of nostalgia and pain,
The puzzle will reveal itself ,
All you have to do is keep your fath, just keep believing,
Keep doing to find the answers,
Bring back the art, in the age of steam..
Brings you back, brings me back ………….. Fin.

Hi to you all, fellow poets.writers,thinkers and artists everywhere..

been writing a lot laterly, as I'm still very ill from this skin condition, it's getting better but very, very slowly....
but this kind of writing really helps me a lot, guess it's kind of a therapy, it's a place to lay my hat, bare my soul, open up my thoughts....
but I don't mind this one bit, it helps me and that's the point to it, it's as simple as that, be good to see any of your poems and stuff as well.

here's my newest one..it's called:


Advice to a friend of mine. and to myself.


The road to salvation is often found down
the road to Wigan pier
Not down some fancy avenue.
This path is open to love and trust
The gates are closed in the face of greed.
The day begins with a bright blast of dawn,
The delicate songs of birds.
Excess doesn’t lie in the stars,
We can be who we want to be.
Believe, belief and faith can be the key
a starting place you’ll see.

Paint out the pain,
Let me live again.
Done with dreams of parks and places,
I’d rather just be there.
With cobalt blue skies shining in my eyes.
All my yesterday’s flood my senses
Turning me sentimental,
Or sketching the breeze in the trees
Let me live again, begin again.

I’ve heard the seagulls call; I want to meet them,
There at the shore, once more
Let the colours dance,
Hear the rhythm in me,
Let the music play on and on.

I heard a strange coda say”if I was a rich man,
I wouldn’t have to work hard
If I was a painter, I’d paint all day.
Paint these blues away”
One day the sun will shine, and I’ll be on the sun side once more
Come join me on the sunny side,
Singing “coz I wanna be on the sun side, all the colours of the sun,
Reflections from a river bank, and back to the coda to the fade
“It’s as simple as that, just simplify your life
Pick 3 things to change and work upon
And like me you’ will find your voice again,
Your heart in the song, your soul in the art.”…
I could go on but I think you get it,
get where I’m coming from……
Once more this is from the heart,
So go on, and give it a try, there’s a space
In the gap, a way to get back, so see you when you get there………….

Bye for now, cheers regards Dave
PS, liked your last contrubution Harvey, you have a great way with the words...

i look off in the morning when I am awake
in the morning to your smiling face it transforms the bed to a different place
i expect I never would have ended up all on a bubble
lift us up high above it all, make it small
open and intrigued slightly fatigued but most certainly ready
for whatever blows our way we know to listen and follow the signs
have been known to confuse but i got a feeling it's all as should be
with me and you just us two nothing else would do
I've fallen hard its to be expected fell along the break line, just don't disappear
fade away let it go all melt away because all that matters is you and me

Hi Harvey, and all you good folks,

hope all's well and well for you all ?

I'm ok though still battling this skin condition for nearly 7 months now it's the hardest thing I've ever done but I'll get there,

Anyway it's good to see that we've had over ten thousands visitors to this thread which keeps it well and trully alive,,,,

I though to mark this special occassion of Ray's 91st Birthday, I'd try my best to sum up what he means to me, and I guess to us all, this site is proof of that...

Happy Birthday Ray, Happy Birthday to you...



Ray……

Ray is like a single butterfly coming to visit my garden,
He’s like the last rays of the sun and the dew of an early morning,
Shining bright and leaving precious gems for us all to find.
Ray is the bubble in bottle, the fizz in pop
The sass in sarsaparilla
Or the bottle top, you’ve kept since you were young.
When you find a collection of his books in
a second hand bookshop,
the dust only adds to the magic of his words.

Ray’s the wind in my eyes when I ran on a empty beach,
The colours found in a rock pools, along with the creatures living there.
Ray in the child in us all, who wasn’t afraid to grow up,
But chose to stay forever young.
Ray’s like a rock of crystal bouncing on an endless skim.
He’s the ripple in the pond, the stare of the wind.
The welcome from within.
His books are like fine wines, prized even the pulp copies
are dog eared an well read and loved.

Ray is the fire, Ray is the flame, that burn within us all,
We just need to find it sometimes.
Ray’s the storyteller, the human being
The time traveller, the soothsayer and the essence.
He’s what’s made us, who we are today
The giver of a special kind of thing.
Ray is the child, the man who brings us back,
From life’s journeys, reincarnated and burning bright
His words fill the night sky…. Forever
Happy Birthday Ray, mister Electro says Hi….

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HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MR.BRADBURY !!!!! AND MANY MORE!!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS AND IMAGINATIONS YOU PLANTED IN ME!!!

a jungle has grown, shapes and colors, move and grow, shift and blend and change, rockets and far away planets , dreams and memories, warnings, my imaginations moral compass, all planted and grown before i ever heard your voice, only your words, planting, teaching , guiding, soothing, from some past i had never been a part of , formed my strange reality , now even stranger, some memory i've heard this before , almost deja vu , but no it was your words stored up , i knew when i was a teen reading "Fahrenheit 451" and watching mtv with a sideways horror, at the cattle falling off the cliff, at general lack of IT, IT being love and reason, honesty ......i ramble incoherent , sift through IT...... the point being MR.BRADBURY in this night there are many who you still give light and we love you for it

were on the front lines of sound . dave , were on the front lines right now , if you think any different then you better look around , were on the front lines right now. i've been looking around , do you see what i'm seeing man you better look right now......

whats up dave

hey jsmith7 hows it going ? care to post something? maybe some rap?

Hi Harvey and all,
how are you keeping, I'm ok thanks
sorry haven't been in touch recently, but a few weeks ago my PC packed in and I lost everything(6 years of stuff) on hard drive except for some photos, I was upset at first but what can you do about it !! so anyway I'll be putting some new word stuff on here soon,just thought I'd say Hi and also how much I missed not being online and not looking on this forum, it has a great mix of info,people and Ray's connectings,also it's been a great lift to me as my skin condition still drags on it helps me in lots of ways,it inspires & moves me just like Rays stories,,, so thank you, Ray, one and all, good health and luck, be creative, be like Ray be the child inside......
cheers regards Dave

fumbling on alone together , alone together it's the motto of our age , idols washing waves with an eerie glow , casting shadows on the past , darker darker the memories grow , gloomy , once loved now looming , disconected and held together now by how we can only babble.