Saturday, July 30, 2016

Where art thou, senses?

                                                                                     Attribution: Jim
Where art thou, senses?
How I dream of love at first sight
Don't give me sight without vision
How I dream of fair hearing
Not rumor-mongering that cause dissensions
How I dream of peace not sufferings and destruction
If only the perpetrators taste their own medicine
How I dream of the sweet smell of success
Not ostensibly friends that stab in the back
How I dream of the touch of class
Where all are winners in contention

Mindful though as a given
How I dread of being a modern day dinosaur
With big body mass but littlest brains
But most of all not to dream like a bird
Lest being referred to as bird-brained

For Sanaa's Prompt Nights  -  dreams and
Rosemary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #313

20 comments:

  1. If only perpetrators got a taste of their own medicine eh?
    hopefully we dont go the way of the dinosaurs, and can think a bit bigger thoughts.

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  2. Such a powerful response to the prompt, Hank especially touched with the reference to "How I dream of peace not sufferings and destruction
    If only the perpetrators taste their own medicine." It's said that in dreams the mind constantly gives us substitutes just to protect sleep and the same happens while we are awake. The mind is giving us substitutes just to protect our sanity; lest we are scattered into fragments. Beautifully penned.

    Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. haha I'd like to see such perpetrators get a taste of their own medicine. Sadly, so many are small minded these days.

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  4. Your poem, all so true of the dreams I share as well, and many others with us,,,I smiled at the last lines, I can relate to that fear :-)

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  5. This was an excellent write Hank. I did experience love at first sight with my late husband.....somehow I just knew.
    Yvonne.

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  6. i know that modern day dinosaur very busy contesting elections...a good write Hank...

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  7. One must dream.. Sadly the topic is often not ideal. :-)

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  8. I've always dreamed with a world where "perpetrators [could] taste their own medicine" before they could shove it down someone else's throat. I bet things would be much better for everyone.

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  9. Clever how you've used italic font for the sensory words. "don't give me sight without vision" I like that that turn of phrase. Thanks for a good read.

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  10. Whatever we dream of has its down side. I loved the funny side of this Kaykuala.

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  11. I really enjoyed how you captured the senses, yeah and you have to watch for that knife in the back. The drive for success sometimes makes people lose their sense of right from wrong.

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  12. Another good one, Hank. I smiled at the thought of a modern day dinosaur.

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  13. "Don't give me sight without vision." A worthy prayer. Wish everyone aspired to that. Smiles. Good one, Hank.

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  14. How I dream of love at first sight
    Don't give me sight without vision
    How I dream of fair hearing...

    these lines are so true, I can relate to them, Hank. Beautiful poetry.

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  15. The citations already quoted are my favorites. May we all have the Vision to see how BIG we are, how special, how magnificent. No one need be a perpetrator of suffering, that's life's job.

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  16. This is charming and wise. An awesome post!

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  17. so much sensitivity to these sentences of the senses - a delight to read and much to think on - seeing without vision - excellent

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  18. Beautiful dreams and wishes "Where all are winners in contention...Not ostensibly friends that stab in the back"
    You've skilfully explored all senses. Brilliant write!

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