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weirdelf
weirdelf
Mar 22, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Nightmares

A nazi in jackboots,

a poodle

and a twelve volt teflon coated appliance.

 

Yet another alien probe.

 

Getting caught in powerlines,

during an otherwise gorgeous

flying dream.

 

and you.


— weirdelf, Mar 22, 2010

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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Seren

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Jess

me ? you dont wanna know if I wrote it they would try and lock me up again pmsl ... I know ive said this before but your a god damned genius, cracked me up fully lol I had visions of George Bush the poodle an appliance that was a curling wand dont ask me why and those powerlines thanks for the smile was much needed on my dial Love and hugs Jayne-Chloe
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

teehee, knew this one would tickle you Jayne

And Annie, no, I don't care for the man, but you could substitute any moron fascist arsehole of his ilk in the opening line. John Howard, Maggie Thatcher, Ronald Reagan etc etc Cheers, Jess, “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep” Salman Rushdie
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

and the people who vote for them

Cheers, Jess, “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep” Salman Rushdie
Pixee

Pixee

16 years 2 months ago

Hello My Friend

I enjoyed your poem. Long time no heard off. I haven't been on the site for quite a while due to having problems entering the site. Andrew helped me out and now I can respond. You write so well. You are an inspiration to me. You are never short of words for poems. I thought it is a fiver all the way. Take care my friend. Friends, Pixee
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

best response a poem can get

don't think I've ever written one that induced the reader to a technicolor yawn, but I'm working on it. Cheers, Jess, “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep” Salman Rushdie
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

changing the first line

not afraid of attacking Bush, or anyone, just that the nightmare that was him is finally passing, Cheers, Jess, “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep” Salman Rushdie
whitetea

whitetea

16 years 2 months ago

dreams are weird

Dreams are bizarre and cryptic. I have regular dream flashbacks during the day where scenes from old dreams pop into my head for no reason, some of the dreams dating back to when I was five to the ones I have now. Sometimes its nontraumatic childhood memories that I have flashbacks with but its mostly dreams. I asked a shrink about it and she said it could be due to stress, but nonetheless I'm not comfortable with and it feels disruptive. I am much more interested in dreams now than I ever have been and I try to write down each dream I have after sleeping or write down the scenes from old dreams that randomly flash through my head when I am awake. Having said that I like this piece because you were able to describe the kind of emotional power dreams can have. Dreams are unexpected and very mysterious and your word choice and pacing stays true to the kind of effects I feel that dreams have.
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

I think, altough not comforable with them,

your remembrances are a gift. There is an slightly ethereal quality in your poetry that ecomplifies it. If I told my real dreams on Neopoet on Neopoet, I would have to change my name to uterrlyderangedelf. In this poem the only real dream was the flying one, it is more a bitterly lost love poem. Cheers, Jess, Screw copyright, my poetry belongs to the world, no charge, no copywright, property is theft. But an acknowledgement might be nice.
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 2 months ago

That ain't...

nothing like any dream I ever had, but... it sure seems like a nightmare. I have dreams about good old fashioned werewolves jumping out from behind a tree and tearing out my throat. Maybe that's why I had one like that, right after Bush was elected! Actually, now that I think about it... Great stuff, ~ Gee
LC

Lenny of Cohen

16 years 2 months ago

Like it

Jess! Reminds me of....................... Love, Light and Laughter to All Beings Namaste, Lenny
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

Love, Light and Laughter to All Beings

to allbeings except one ex-girlfiend. Cheers, Jess, Screw copywrite, my poetry belongs to the world, no charge, no copywright, property is theft. But an ackowledgement mightbe nice.
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 2 months ago

hello Jess-Elf

He may be passing, but the damage he has done is our legacy. Great poem. Always, Cat
A

Ailill

16 years 2 months ago

walking in after the fact

This piece has some good rhythm to it.. and I like the imagery here.. maybe it was political at the time.. but it still has some timeless resonance.. cheesy line here.. stay clear of the powerlines
L

lyz

16 years 2 months ago

A much needed smile

and this one does the trick. Brilliant. Lyz. XX
artygirl87

artygirl87

16 years 2 months ago

We all have those disturbing

We all have those disturbing dreams...where we can't wait up and then as we wake we realise we'd rather remain asleep. Title worked well. Only other titles I could come up with was 'Disturbing Dream' or 'Wake Me Up'. Loved it.
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

ta leiarna

Could certianly be a better title, will give it some thought. Cheers, Jess, “The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue.” Emma Goldman