Well, here's one and I'm really reaching now...into my fastly fading memory

Dream Ship

To the Stars

and then Back,

a glorious expedition;

with your feet,

glazed

with Stardust,

shooting

(full-speed),

like Fireballs

into the Unknown.

                                  *                              *                                *

Communications have been broken,

I've awoken to

the World of Conscious Reality 

(whatever that might be?),

where actions are acted,

then done,

then forgotten;

into a thing we call

The Past.

Where the Dog

eats the Dog,

and each person breathes,

heavily,

down each other's backs;

forming,

small droplets of

Multi-colored Emotion.

                                 *                                   *                                *

But,

how can one

(with the snap of a finger?),

travel

the countless,

distances,

 which occupy the space between:

Conscious Reality

and

the Fifth Dimension;

The World of Dream?

                                 *                                  *                               *

'Twill be a Glorious Day,

when I sail across,

that raging,

ravishing Stream.

I tied and tried,

my Ship went down;

but,

Alas,

It was but

A Dream............

C Copyright 1974

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press

Well,

seems some feel my poetry to be better than my writing (although I have only posted one of each)...but....who am I to argue...so....

Tell all your friends and here's another poem...this one's called:

Simple Orchestration 

Life,

when rightly arranged,

can be a full Concerto;

Gifted,

with reaching and mixing

the richest of tones.

But,

Life,

can be a Prelude,

to slow, painful Death;

to Man

who is Alone.....

C copyright 1998

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press

Hope you all like it.

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

aka: Da Duck

Here ya go.....

something new

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

AKA: "Da Duck"  

Untitled

And....

as the days go on,

the futility

that (sometimes) surrounds me brain,

captures mine Heart

with unbreakable Chain

(which leads to misdirected thought)

and,

each day starts to seem,

more and more... the same;

Victory,

yet...

no battle fought...  

C copyright 2000 

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press

Folks,

please read only the 1st post to follow this one:

000! Tele-pathetic!

in my excitement, the two posts that follow are simply repeats of this 1st one

Sorry...just getting the hang of all