The Dream Exists
Book(let) By THS 1966 Poet

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# The Dream Exists Take One
* The Light Prelude Take One
# The Dream Exists Take Two
* The Dark Prelude Take Two
* The Dream Exists Take Three
* The Quote Prelude Take Three
The Dream Exists Take Four
# The Tallmadge Couplet Prelude Take Four
The Dream Exists Take Five
* The Poetry Prelude Take Five

Interlude ????

* The Dream Exits Take One
The Postlude Take One
The Dream Exits Take Two
The Postlude Take Two
The Dream Exits Take Three
The Postlude Take Three
The Dream Exits Take Four
The Postlude Take Four
The Dream Exits Take Five
The Postlude Take Five


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The Dream Exists – Take One

The Dream Exists, between reality and floating fairy tales. Where stellar poets, write alight delicate whisper wings that set sails, amid space verse vacuum; alliterating rhyme, aloft heartbeats that breath in lungs, full of life. Whence poetry has this purpose, to dwell deep within our soul’s Peace and Harmony, conchience nest.

The Dream Exists, in this recluse place, where one hibernates, amid isolated seclusion. Pure womb tomb room, dire isolation; wherein one meditates dye lone tear drip, drop water falls. Words tearing apart, worn inside out, the core conception torn in being human, being human beings. That we, as free spirited poets, atone to our verse’s journey, were humanity is put here, attuned to the earth quaking, feelings before us. We strife to save the world, from itself; that is self destructing, among hate’s infernal destruction inferno; cremating the Holocaust caste ghost wraiths, where time decomposes grave stone civilization crosses, amid a see of Star of David.

The Dream Exists, upon a birthing wail, exiting the matron protective womb, being set free to navigate this world passages, upon this livelong journey that rides lifetimes roller coasters, bearing learning daily experiences. Inheritance, bee the majority, for they are born pawn serfs to hide within hives, as devoted silenced worker be followers, Unless entitled to some form of privileged of class, or crass of self emulation molestation of the Eye to Eye, hear bye be One Man, or One Women, dew claim the Mountain Top dye-nasty. As they stand pious around, and upon those mortally wounded, or tossed aside, as expendable human being corks that helped once upon a time, helped elevate them, to thier  Supreme Justice Commander status, without human frailties, or concealable faults.

The Dream Exists, not in perfection, but within the imperfection that all humanity has built within the beginning and/or recordings hu-man evolution, upon the revolutions, there be a ticking time bomb, where upon, our politicians and leaders, translate too bee, our morticians, who see war as the final and only viable carnage solution.

The dream exists, wherein recluse settings, where Dead Poet Society, can exist in peace, within this room, womb, tomb, be a lone poet; who dost naught, feel the retribution and vilification remorse that it is “All about You,” being labeled the scorpion stinging poet. Whose sting bite, dared question Our civilian Democracy, and its Freedom Right flight of Free Speech – being denied. Being the problem for questioning pristine primordial leaders, vying for the King of The Mountain Chess pounding christening, where the pawn pieces, fall like dominoes, lining up with crosses and Star of David, upon cemetery interment of eternal piece place-mats.

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Light Prelude One

Past Present Future MIRACLEs (acrostic)

Past MIRACLE

Majestic Be birth’s wail set free, from umbilical cord constraints.
Inspiration Be baby lungs breathing life for their womb-to-tomb rhyme passage.
Radiance Be mothers upon seeing their child the first time, glowing over time.
Aura Be mother and child bond, with father present, blessing the miracle trilogy.
Conception Be blessed, in loving compassion of devotion, nurturing a family journey.
Love Be filled in first steps, words, bicycle ride, graduation; their wedding day and birth cycle.
Enlightenment Be this livelong lifetime quest that starts with first beat and ends with last breath.

Present MIRACLE

Meditative BE see shores sounding surf, washing ashore mists, sailing the tide tranquility.
Inspirit BE self reaching for true grit, within that iron will courage, to step forward - now.
Resilience BE wherein the soul find the courage, upon devastation to seed the morrow’s hope.
Alliterated BE stepping stones, singing keyboard’s tune, prancing proud, alit resounding rain.
Conscience BE the poet within, who must write wry winds, a mid silken soft sensual sensations.
Levitating BE thy cerebral temple lobe hemisphere, celestial sense riding thy silken wing words.
Energy BE the present, having the presence, to achieve the impossible, improvable future challenge.

Future MIRACLE

Mellow BEE thy soul at rest, with the path ahead, coming to bear time’s smiling fruition.
Invigorated BEE heartbeats with purpose, having found the core poet tree branch celebration.
Resilience BEE the weather that wrinkles hide and seek memories, mid recollections in tear drops.
Atoned BEE feeling of accomplishment that navigated dye failures, into being success full.
Cleansing BEE the baptismal of age, where looking back, BEE this Fountain of Youth, senior citizens.
Luminescence BEE stairway to heaven that awaits thee, but not yet, but upon the morrow, sunrise.
Euphoria BEE buzzing germination, generation after generation MIRACLE(s).


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The Dream Exists – Take Two

The Dream Exists, mists naught To Be, misty never Too Bee, tears frozen over brittle rhyme, breaks. The shards pin prick words that impregnate the womb of a writer’s journey, quivering the river veins that flow red across the moving terrain, While the blue arteries twain the pain, amid the blue depth depression that bemoans the poet to cry a lone wail.

The dream exists, somewhere between, sugar coated heaven, and being pure hell, Devil’s cake. There are these multi layers that stack up straight, be tilt skewed, or just collapsed. Like a tornado went threw, like a voodoo be woe-man, playing the “Devil Went To Georgia,” upon bleach white worn out skeletal keys, feeling those Memphis blues. Why it leaves, the body not knowing, where to go; as part plays country, another part rocks Mick away, and the feet feels, John Travolta disco shoes. Wow, must have had too much of that Very Berry Merry Christmas, blueberry bouncing around music punch.

The dream exists, who cares, who gives a damn. Today, we have lost religious compassion, the love thy neighbor, the feeding of the loaves. Wherein a greater Love is shared, amid us being God’s children, being born blessed, within the womb of fertile feminine humanity. Where the futility today, be humbug darn homeless, let them rot somewhere else, out of eye sight. Because - We are better, than them, and live on the other side - of America’s blinders.

The dream exists, for thee to treasure, within a lone a room, womb, tomb. “Do Not Enter Or Trespass Here,” sigh sign, breathes hallow cast, yet hollow caste; upon a prison of self imposed containment, squeezing walls together, in an iron lung, hanging threadbare to a single string, taunt tight as a rubber band ready to snap and break free to ?????

The dream exists, for thee to sea, see shores riding tides wild surf, wind gusts sailing majestic clouds, across magical sensual serene tranquil horizons, wherein bare feet, poets write poetry in smooth, wet sand, as the tide later will wash the message and sandcatles massages out, of existence.

The dream exists, or does it? For within this wandering, wondering mind, be this UniQue UniVerse that no one can see, hear, taste; speak no evil, upon the sense of nerve tenses; quivering in shivering, shrinking folds of silken sheets and blankets, a poet’s womb be fetal positions. Knot to be, naught Too Bee, but a dream extinguished.

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Dark Interlude Two

Womb Room Tomb

Roller coaster holiday, tumultuous be motion, disturbing emotions
Where this was, is that way; whence here, is over there, somewhere
Life be found lost, looking inside out, two way mirror crack walls
Where eyeballs recluse, within dye soul’s shadows mime blinders.

Can knot, see solution; butt hear bye, rid pollution; speak diminution  
Wall wails cave in and out amid silent breathing in eardrum vacuums
Whimper will, dost to dust cradle fetal, petrified porcupine positions
Where needle pain pricks; never endings, never endings, never endings.

Womb breaths out; room breaths in; tomb be thorn page rose pressed
Tomb opens; womb closes; room exhales the mold mildew dry spores
Room locked; tomb looks out window; skeletal key nail within womb
Where needles stain ink; womb endings, room endings, tomb endings.

Constrict verse, contraction terse, conception be pure hell inside shell
Twist taunt Medusa feeble fingers, holding super adhesive glue adhesion
Drip, drip pitfall; drop, drop waterfall; dye twain frost forked up passages
Womb be stilled; room glows dark; tomb ask “Can you not still hear yea -
THEE breathing

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The Dream Exists – Take Three

The Dream Exists, so that reality, dost not destroy, what this world has become using hate, bigotry, and prejudice to demean humanity. That within us, there is this special space that only we can decipher, within our time frames, are these memories, recollections, and experiences that guide our inner Guardian spirit, through the brier patch, we call present day awakened presence.

The Dreams Exists , so one can deal with today's insanity. As a poet, eye to eye, must vent tears and sanctify thyself in a floating temple dream world.  A place, where we can exclude leaders, politicians, those in power, and those, who make them pious. Butt somehow, they continue to prop up before us, promising everything, but delivering little, or nothing at all. Yet, becoming somehow, larger than life, as decrepit role medicine men models, they come to dominate us, in the cure all, as Pied Pipers, playing attuned to a war tune solution profits that taketh away peace, and giveth the Crosses, and Star of David in cemetery still grave lines.

The Dreams Exists, wherein this peace, be about a verse that sings a tune, within one own owned mind. Oh dew sail spry, tis a Very Berry Merry Holiday tune, where thee nimble bouncing blueberries, be heartbeats, jumping beans that just go everywhere in joyous glee. Where the veins flows that lively raspberry red skip; while the arteries flow those blueberry blue jump beats. Wherein our own miracle creations, we prance, upon those skeletal blues that we are glad in, to be alive.  

The Dreams Exists, within US to find solace.

The Dreams Exists, within the temple lobe hemispheres, where the soul exists, amid brain wave patterns set adrift pure meditative fluid power, to be truly free from outside influences

The Dreams Exists , where upon miracles, the future be enlightened


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The Quote Prelude Take Three

What lays in the folds of the temple lobes, bears the hemisphere of enlightenment.

Sometimes, the hardest thing to do, is awake a sleeping giant, lulled to sleep, amid a Pied Piper.

Sometimes it seems, the more you try, to be somebody, the more you, become nobody.

 For whom dost the bells toll, where in tubular felt velvet words, where peace reigns satin harmony, sailing the bell's ring of universal understanding.

Who are we silenced into stone, whence we are never heard from, listing the grave, living our demise.

Eye am in my room womb tomb breathing the Ho Hum Humbug that only in writing conception, one can breath life, within the walls heartbeats, singing the womb, a lone tune.

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The Tallmadge Couplet Prelude Take Four

Tallmadge Couplets


Tallmadge Couplet - (The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes)

Oh The Circle rhyme of thy heart, vibrate The Center of thy very soul, among The Compass revolving thy verse around thee words, where The Spokes evolve inside womb blessed within humanity.

The Circle of time, revolving The Center composite composure, whence The Compass feels thy heart beat flow, feeling divine love flow, upon The Spokes stoking exalted poet trees around a church and town hall.


Tallmadge Couplet - (Past Present Future Presence)

The Past bears conception’s journey, where in the Present, we navigate the Frost forks, before us, that will deliver our Future destiny, when upon its Presence, will be found, our saving grace.

The Past quivers a memory river that is Present in meditative reflections, that we look down, for our Future path, to console our Presence hereafter, in heaven’s eternal tides.


(Breath in Contemplation Break ~~~~)


Tallmadge Couplet – (Blessed Music Conception Miracle)

Hear the Blessed whisper, share solace amid Music, sailing adrift sensual harmony, wherein thy soul it finds the Conception of inner peace, wherein the musical Miracle, we blossom forth moist tears, in a love melody soft sigh sign.

Blessed are thee, who bare celestial Music heartbeats, amid cerebral temporal lobes hemisphere, where dye divine magical Conception spells, one creates, our loving Miracle that we share with those, who surround us in consolation.  


Tallmadge Couplet - (Past Present Future Presence)

The Past bears conception’s journey, where in the Present, we navigate the Frost forks, before us, that will deliver our Future destiny, when upon its Presence will be found, our saving Grace.

The Past quivers a memory river that is Present in meditative reflections, that we look down, for our Future path, to console our Presence hereafter, in heaven’s eternal tides.


(Breath Out Frustration Break ~~~~)

Tallmadge Couplet – (Blessed Music Conception Miracle)

Hear the Blessed whisper, share solace amid Music, sailing adrift sensual harmony, wherein thy soul it finds the Conception of inner peace, wherein the musical Miracle, we blossom forth moist tears, in a love melody sigh sign.

Blessed are thee, who bare celestial Music heartbeats, amid cerebral temporal lobes hemisphere, where dye divine magical Conception spells, one creates, our loving Miracle that we share with those, who surround us in consolation.

Tallmadge Couplet - (Frog Toad Loo Relief)

Frog leaping prince, with Toad Rolling Stones leak, upon a winding undulating road, had to Loo, so bad that the bloke, broke out in yea howl of ole English, had to find Relief within the British moon, water closet

Kiss the Frog they say, hope it be no Toad, for in the Loo one will finds warts answer in disbelieve, or none in such a great British Relief ahhhhhhs.


Tallmadge Couplet – (Calm Balm Nature Serenity)

Ripple within, sensing the Calm, come over you, where the Balm, bares its sunshine warmth that feels Nature spread its magic Serenity surroundings, into the soul at peace, with itself.

Feeling the wrath disarray, we seek in Calm harmony settings, where the sun and wind Balm, sets one at ease, amidst Nature sound surroundings that abound aloft meditative Serenity that takes all the stress away of society.

(Sence inner soul tranquilty ~~~~)


Tallmadge Couplet – (Graduate Draft Journey Voyage)

Setting goals, one finally dost Graduate, under a 1a Draft, sending one upon a selective service enlistment Journey that rides the tides of time, writing roller coaster emotions Voyage.

One dost, to dust, dew Graduate layers, wherein the winds Draft, heart beats bare forth, our lifelong dreams that are set upon a Journey, where we a lone must navigate our owned individual Voyage, overcoming all obstacles.   


Tallmadge Couplet – (Birth Reception Tense Death)

Hear thy Birth beat wail, breathing its Reception to the world, upon sense exist Tense, where upon rhyme,  we must write purpose, before our final Death, last will sentence.

Womb of humanity baring Birth, alight alliterated rhyme Reception, where the terse Tense sensual senses equate, till Death do us depart this world, and our words for ever and more - stilled.

Tallmadge Couplet – (Blessed Music Conception Miracle)

Hear the Blessed whisper, share solace amid Music, sailing adrift sensual harmony, wherein thy soul it finds the Conception of inner peace, wherein the musical Miracle, we blossom forth moist tears, in a love melody sigh sign.

Blessed are thee, who bare celestial Music heartbeats, amid cerebral temporal lobes hemisphere, where dye divine magical Conception spells, one creates, our loving Miracle that we share with those, who surround us in consolation.  

Note: Blessed are the words that dye in hate, for they will be then, be blessed, adrift Love.


Tallmadge Couplet - (Kiss Bliss Amazing Grace)


Tallmadge Couplet Form: Tallmadge “The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes” couplet style of poetry. Take four items that are bound together, and in that order, create a couplet. It can be more, but has to be a minimum of two verse sensations, emphasizing the four element you choose, in your order. Suppose it can be more than four, but it might lose its effect. Example: music magic melody harmony.

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The Poetry Prelude Take Five

Adrift Silken Flute Reflections

Whisper still, the quiver quiet, floating rhyme reflections
As a flute sail sounds, alight wind’s breath sense inflection
Silken wings dew feather verse, adrift solitude temperance
Wherein reflective spirits, be found flute’s tranquil conception

Oh silken sails, set magical inner peace, aloft stellar wings radiation
Where velvet verse, mirror time inflections, notes still solace terse
Hear ring divine flute sound, its sensual harmonic, musical clear clarity
Where flutes magical bliss blanket bee, Adrift Silken Flute Reflections

Blessed bee Flutists, with solace silken sounds, germinate peace within our soul’s.


The Bell Tolls

Sang a tune, where the past
Be tears shed, over the years
Where love blessed memories
Are Nightingale, blessed tunes.

Oh heart of mine, feel thy heartstrings
Sail up the stairway to heaven
Where upon clouds Angels sing
Upon high their Amazing Grace.

Hear music’s soul, beat pure harmony
Hearing Ave Maria prancing melodies
From castle in the sky love choruses
Where the bells toll, thy tranquility.

Oh heart of mine, feel thy heartstrings
Sail up the stairway to heaven
Where upon clouds Angels sing
Upon high their Amazing Grace.

Hallow, be the words we womb furrow
Seeded moist in saving grace, we kneel
To weed our Rose garden growing
Within tender compassion, our passion.

Oh heart of mine, feel thy heartstrings
Sail up the stairway to heaven
Where upon clouds Angels sing
Upon high their Amazing Grace.

The bell toll our livelong journey
Tubular bells, bare our lifetime tune
Where those last bells, finally do toll
Upon last’s stairway to heaven trip.

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The Dream Exits Take One

The Dream Exits, with you never saying - good bye, nor saying that last - I love you.

The Dream Exits, in a flash right now; what did you naught say, not did not do, nor did accomplish - To Be Naught Alive but TOO BEE - so dead.