Do you dream?

Do you hear a lion roar
When opening your door?
Or do you bear a frown
Since living in town?
Do you dream of trees grown high
And a cloudless azure sky?
Do you often dream
Of trout swimming downstream?
Do you wish your dream’d come true
Beneath the sky so blue?
Do you wish your basket to fill
With daffodils on the hill?
Do you wake ot a sprightly morn?
Cherishing the corn?
Or are you merely wishing to be there
Overwrought with too many a care,
Wishing not for harm,
But rather to play on a farm?
Or are you still here,
Only dreaming of those waters crystal clear?

Hercolena Oliver

Copyright ©2007 Hercolena Oliver


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If you were…

If you were still a boy,
You’d be playin’ with your favourite toy;
If you were a hunter forlorn,
You’d be blowing on your horn;
If for your sweetheart you did long,
You’d be singing a sweet love song;
If you were a deer would you hear the horn,
As you were lost for scorn;
If you were a dear to those you’ve known,
Would you in return compose a poem?
If you were toying faster than lightspeed with idea,
Would materialisation thereof cause you to fear?
If you were the heart contemplating love,
Would you be oblivious to clouds above?
If you were ensnared in the hunter’s net,
Would you have sworn to forget;
Who you were&could’ve been or would you’ve in memory,
Remembered even as the eyes no more can see;
Would you have been away&gone or have confided in me,
Of in anguish ‘fore day is gone having wanted to flee?

Hercolena Oliver

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Do dew doth

The fllwers caressed by the dew doth grow;
The paths of men lead not where we know;
No man knows how the mountain is high;
No one can tell how far gazes the wistful eye;
No one knows for how many an hour,
Prevails the beauty of a single flower;
No man can know even by the sweat of his brow,
What fortune future may yield followed by now;
No one knows where the trail may go,
Once uch steps are covered by fall of snow,
No man knows whether after summer’s day,
He’d still in spirit be cheerful & gay;
No man can discern relity from dream,
When such is glorified by the sun’s beam;
No man can completely evade despair,
For inasmuch as the sun shadows pervade there;
No one solitary may remain;
When fortified with friendship’s gain;
No one comes into thi world without being born;
Inasmuch as the night is preceded by morn.

Hercolena Oliver

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Time Chime

In the springtime,
church bells may chime;
What goes upward,
Must come downward;
Whose not a hero,but a bird
Is not necessarily a coward;
For even words that do not rhyme;
Could be meaningful given time;
Thus in the evening,
The day acquires greates meaning;
As at fair night,
A broader perspective comes in sight,
If you aspire to find,
One that is caring & kind;
You may live,
In memories to give;
As you can not tell,
When’s the time to bid farewell.

Hercolena Oliver

Copyright ©2007 Hercolena Oliver


 

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