Poetry competition CLOSED 30th July 2012 2:40pm
WINNER
Karrabear (Question)
Karrabear (Question)
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marielavoue
and Danii
INTERPRET YOUR DREAM
somelikeithot said:DREAM INTERPRETATION
Most societies, ancient and modern, have had professional dream interpreters. India had its Brahmin oneirocritics; in Japan the om myoshi; the Hasidic rabbis in Europe fulfilled this role; in ancient Egypt the pa-hery-tep; ancient Greece had the priesthood within the Asclepian temples given to dreams; among the Aztecs, dream interpretation and divination were the prerogative of the priestly class teopexqui, the Masters of Secret Things; in today’s world the Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysts fulfill this role.
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/analysis-of-dreams/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.spiritcommunity.com/free-meaning-dream.htm
The Talmud writes: “A dream unexamined is like a letter unopened.”
The Talmud suggests that every dream can have at least 24 different meanings, but this is not meant to encourage an exhaustive search for every interpretation.
It is meant to remind us that dreams come from a very different world than the one we spend most of our waking hours in.
http://www.dreamtation.com/docs/6145.htm
You may also want to consider another perspective on dreaming from http://www.dreambible.com. They interview large groups of people about their real lives and then come up with definitions that appear to be common to all the people they interviewed.
Makes for interesting interpretations when you got a problem happening in your life.
Most societies, ancient and modern, have had professional dream interpreters. India had its Brahmin oneirocritics; in Japan the om myoshi; the Hasidic rabbis in Europe fulfilled this role; in ancient Egypt the pa-hery-tep; ancient Greece had the priesthood within the Asclepian temples given to dreams; among the Aztecs, dream interpretation and divination were the prerogative of the priestly class teopexqui, the Masters of Secret Things; in today’s world the Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysts fulfill this role.
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/analysis-of-dreams/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.spiritcommunity.com/free-meaning-dream.htm
The Talmud writes: “A dream unexamined is like a letter unopened.”
The Talmud suggests that every dream can have at least 24 different meanings, but this is not meant to encourage an exhaustive search for every interpretation.
It is meant to remind us that dreams come from a very different world than the one we spend most of our waking hours in.
http://www.dreamtation.com/docs/6145.htm
You may also want to consider another perspective on dreaming from http://www.dreambible.com. They interview large groups of people about their real lives and then come up with definitions that appear to be common to all the people they interviewed.
Makes for interesting interpretations when you got a problem happening in your life.
Anonymous
Fishcake ...thank you very much for posting.
Anonymous
chase9 said:[quote-107513-somelikeithot]DREAM INTERPRETATION
Most societies, ancient and modern, have had professional dream interpreters. India had its Brahmin oneirocritics; in Japan the om myoshi; the Hasidic rabbis in Europe fulfilled this role; in ancient Egypt the pa-hery-tep; ancient Greece had the priesthood within the Asclepian temples given to dreams; among the Aztecs, dream interpretation and divination were the prerogative of the priestly class teopexqui, the Masters of Secret Things; in today’s world the Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysts fulfill this role.
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/analysis-of-dreams/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.spiritcommunity.com/free-meaning-dream.htm
The Talmud writes: “A dream unexamined is like a letter unopened.”
The Talmud suggests that every dream can have at least 24 different meanings, but this is not meant to encourage an exhaustive search for every interpretation.
It is meant to remind us that dreams come from a very different world than the one we spend most of our waking hours in.
http://www.dreamtation.com/docs/6145.htm
You may also want to consider another perspective on dreaming from http://www.dreambible.com. They interview large groups of people about their real lives and then come up with definitions that appear to be common to all the people they interviewed.
Makes for interesting interpretations when you got a problem happening in your life.[/quote]
Thank you for the link and the info!
Most societies, ancient and modern, have had professional dream interpreters. India had its Brahmin oneirocritics; in Japan the om myoshi; the Hasidic rabbis in Europe fulfilled this role; in ancient Egypt the pa-hery-tep; ancient Greece had the priesthood within the Asclepian temples given to dreams; among the Aztecs, dream interpretation and divination were the prerogative of the priestly class teopexqui, the Masters of Secret Things; in today’s world the Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysts fulfill this role.
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/analysis-of-dreams/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.spiritcommunity.com/free-meaning-dream.htm
The Talmud writes: “A dream unexamined is like a letter unopened.”
The Talmud suggests that every dream can have at least 24 different meanings, but this is not meant to encourage an exhaustive search for every interpretation.
It is meant to remind us that dreams come from a very different world than the one we spend most of our waking hours in.
http://www.dreamtation.com/docs/6145.htm
You may also want to consider another perspective on dreaming from http://www.dreambible.com. They interview large groups of people about their real lives and then come up with definitions that appear to be common to all the people they interviewed.
Makes for interesting interpretations when you got a problem happening in your life.[/quote]
Thank you for the link and the info!
This silly cheesey new age dream,
Walking dead chase after me.
And in the car sits my sisters.
Two little girls,
Pretty and smart,
Begging me with open arms-
Sister save me.
Oh, end the day of gray,
Never let those monster eat me.
Take away all the pain,
Hide away somewhere safe-
So we may never fear again
Sister please.
Sometimes I can't reach them,
Can't find one or the other,
And everything of dirty rubble,
Stratigacly placed to stop me.
The car will flip and send us flying,
While our parents disapear-
To gray hands and flame.
Monsters in every sence climb in.
Once I had a gun.
something big and blocky in untrained hands.
How was I to shoot?
Didn't know how, didnt know who-
Just may our fears end.
Before they are draged away-
Again, again-
Always and again!
I dread the nights,
Running down streets deserted,
Gray day and smog-
Worlds on fire.
Chased by limbs and dead feet,
Holding those little hands so tightly,
They scream.
Until they disapear.
All alone.
Which nightmare is worse?
The last thing,
I ever see, always feel,
Gripping down from under me.
Squeezing at my leg,
And clawing to the bone,
One dead gray hand.
Walking dead chase after me.
And in the car sits my sisters.
Two little girls,
Pretty and smart,
Begging me with open arms-
Sister save me.
Oh, end the day of gray,
Never let those monster eat me.
Take away all the pain,
Hide away somewhere safe-
So we may never fear again
Sister please.
Sometimes I can't reach them,
Can't find one or the other,
And everything of dirty rubble,
Stratigacly placed to stop me.
The car will flip and send us flying,
While our parents disapear-
To gray hands and flame.
Monsters in every sence climb in.
Once I had a gun.
something big and blocky in untrained hands.
How was I to shoot?
Didn't know how, didnt know who-
Just may our fears end.
Before they are draged away-
Again, again-
Always and again!
I dread the nights,
Running down streets deserted,
Gray day and smog-
Worlds on fire.
Chased by limbs and dead feet,
Holding those little hands so tightly,
They scream.
Until they disapear.
All alone.
Which nightmare is worse?
The last thing,
I ever see, always feel,
Gripping down from under me.
Squeezing at my leg,
And clawing to the bone,
One dead gray hand.
Anonymous
Karrabear - thank you for your poem.
[center][left]Two babies are born to my Wive's side of the family.
One is clearly newborn,
the other surprisingly months older.
After a feeding, the Newborn dies,
seemingly by food poisoning.
A few days later I return to my Mother-In-Law`s house.
The dead infant is still there, on the floor,
decomposing putridly.
I offer to dispose of it
and put the rotting cadaver in my Blue briefcase.
I hit the road on my mission,
but get sidetracked in the mundane business of an average day:
work, shopping, errands, etc.
Suddenly I realize I`m still toting the tiny dead body.
The surface of the briefcase is slowly staining due to
the moldering corpse within.
I meet my family-by-marriage at a diner,
all the while knowing I must turn
the festering lump in to authorities.
The alive toddler-like newborn
is in a restaurant highchair.
It slips out, falls,
hitting its head on the sharp corner of the dinner table.
It dies instantly.
I, Of course take the responsibility of disposing of this body too.
I arrive at some sort of private medical clinic
with dripping blue bag in one hand
and the limp fresher corpse under my other arm.
A uniformed woman leads me to a room,
eyeing me suspiciously.
She leaves me in this grey stucco enclosure
and closes the door behind her.
The stench of the decaying flesh is overpowering.
I open the door.
I realize no one will understand why Ive been holding
these dead bodies for so long,
so I flee the clinic.
I decide that
since the kids are in no way
related to me by blood,
I am not responsible for them.
I decide to just leave them
to be stumbled upon in a busy public place.
I choose the airport.
As soon as I make it through the terminal's revolving door
a phalanx of security guards accost me.
They sieze the decaying babies.
They slip a metal hoop over my head and shoulders.
It tightly restricts my movement.
They say I am guilty of crimes against G*D.
They hand custody of me over to heavily armed military personell.
I`m held in a glass walled security office.
A crowd begins to gather.
I hear snippets of conversation
indicating that
I am some kind of horrible inhuman serial killer.
Somehow I am released on bail,
(G*D bless the A.C.L.U.)
I find myself in an alleyway
reasoning with all sorts of friends,family and aquaintences.
Some are incredulous to the fact that anyone could think I a killer.
Some are quite skeptical.
Suddenly I realize
that the first baby was allergic to Banana Seeds.
Much earlier we had all been enjoying
the fruit of my Mother-in-Law`s Banana Tree.
I notice that I am holding
a banana from that tree and
had just taken a bite from it.
I spit the huge chunk into my hand.
The ejected gob of desicated food has
oversized seeds that look like Roaches......
-------------------------------------------------
[left]I took the burden of My In-Law's dead infants
entirely on MY shoulders, that showed Disapproval
of how they were dealing with the true-life tragedy. Trudging through mundane everyday life bearing the corpses was symbolic of the overwhelming Responsibility I had in those days. My decision to finally unceremoniously dump them at the airport shows a Crack in my Resolve. Being arrested, put on display, and being judged by
loved ones is Shame. The tree that yielded rotten
fruit of my in-law's family is Slavery./left]
(sorry about the "end-game" formatting. I tried
to fix it several times,but I guess theres a
glitch in the text down there.)
One is clearly newborn,
the other surprisingly months older.
After a feeding, the Newborn dies,
seemingly by food poisoning.
A few days later I return to my Mother-In-Law`s house.
The dead infant is still there, on the floor,
decomposing putridly.
I offer to dispose of it
and put the rotting cadaver in my Blue briefcase.
I hit the road on my mission,
but get sidetracked in the mundane business of an average day:
work, shopping, errands, etc.
Suddenly I realize I`m still toting the tiny dead body.
The surface of the briefcase is slowly staining due to
the moldering corpse within.
I meet my family-by-marriage at a diner,
all the while knowing I must turn
the festering lump in to authorities.
The alive toddler-like newborn
is in a restaurant highchair.
It slips out, falls,
hitting its head on the sharp corner of the dinner table.
It dies instantly.
I, Of course take the responsibility of disposing of this body too.
I arrive at some sort of private medical clinic
with dripping blue bag in one hand
and the limp fresher corpse under my other arm.
A uniformed woman leads me to a room,
eyeing me suspiciously.
She leaves me in this grey stucco enclosure
and closes the door behind her.
The stench of the decaying flesh is overpowering.
I open the door.
I realize no one will understand why Ive been holding
these dead bodies for so long,
so I flee the clinic.
I decide that
since the kids are in no way
related to me by blood,
I am not responsible for them.
I decide to just leave them
to be stumbled upon in a busy public place.
I choose the airport.
As soon as I make it through the terminal's revolving door
a phalanx of security guards accost me.
They sieze the decaying babies.
They slip a metal hoop over my head and shoulders.
It tightly restricts my movement.
They say I am guilty of crimes against G*D.
They hand custody of me over to heavily armed military personell.
I`m held in a glass walled security office.
A crowd begins to gather.
I hear snippets of conversation
indicating that
I am some kind of horrible inhuman serial killer.
Somehow I am released on bail,
(G*D bless the A.C.L.U.)
I find myself in an alleyway
reasoning with all sorts of friends,family and aquaintences.
Some are incredulous to the fact that anyone could think I a killer.
Some are quite skeptical.
Suddenly I realize
that the first baby was allergic to Banana Seeds.
Much earlier we had all been enjoying
the fruit of my Mother-in-Law`s Banana Tree.
I notice that I am holding
a banana from that tree and
had just taken a bite from it.
I spit the huge chunk into my hand.
The ejected gob of desicated food has
oversized seeds that look like Roaches......
-------------------------------------------------
[left]I took the burden of My In-Law's dead infants
entirely on MY shoulders, that showed Disapproval
of how they were dealing with the true-life tragedy. Trudging through mundane everyday life bearing the corpses was symbolic of the overwhelming Responsibility I had in those days. My decision to finally unceremoniously dump them at the airport shows a Crack in my Resolve. Being arrested, put on display, and being judged by
loved ones is Shame. The tree that yielded rotten
fruit of my in-law's family is Slavery./left]
(sorry about the "end-game" formatting. I tried
to fix it several times,but I guess theres a
glitch in the text down there.)
Anonymous
The above poem was definitely not drivel
Thank you Delicious
Thank you Delicious
Dream Scape
At four years old in fevered sleep
I woke to find me there
staring at the curtains
on the window frames midair
and there above were dancers free
who came at me aplenty
first one then two then four
they really were above all money....
the numbers grew so staggering
until the billions raised,
but I could not withstand the sum
and all my mind went haze.
I've had many say their piece
about this summer spree,
and best as I can recollect,
its recursive infinity.
All I know is not one face
not male or female eyes,
for all of my reflection then
I have no open spies.
runningturtle87
At four years old in fevered sleep
I woke to find me there
staring at the curtains
on the window frames midair
and there above were dancers free
who came at me aplenty
first one then two then four
they really were above all money....
the numbers grew so staggering
until the billions raised,
but I could not withstand the sum
and all my mind went haze.
I've had many say their piece
about this summer spree,
and best as I can recollect,
its recursive infinity.
All I know is not one face
not male or female eyes,
for all of my reflection then
I have no open spies.
runningturtle87
Pinpoint
I once had a dream where there was blackness all around me except for a pinhead sized point of light in the distance. As I traveled toward it a clockwise spinning ring became visible and as I got closer it was obvious the ring was made of people. The people that made up the ring were connected by mouth or genital to the next person in the ring, each performing some sex act on the other. The acts ran the full gamut of sexual expression from lesbian to straight to gay to straight all the way back to lesbian again. After I took in everything the light started speaking to me in a cold, distant, raspy voice. It spoke slowly but I finally could make out it saying, repeating, 'Sex is pain. Sex is death.' It took me 3 weeks to be able to sleep a full night again.
I once had a dream where there was blackness all around me except for a pinhead sized point of light in the distance. As I traveled toward it a clockwise spinning ring became visible and as I got closer it was obvious the ring was made of people. The people that made up the ring were connected by mouth or genital to the next person in the ring, each performing some sex act on the other. The acts ran the full gamut of sexual expression from lesbian to straight to gay to straight all the way back to lesbian again. After I took in everything the light started speaking to me in a cold, distant, raspy voice. It spoke slowly but I finally could make out it saying, repeating, 'Sex is pain. Sex is death.' It took me 3 weeks to be able to sleep a full night again.
Anonymous
Running Turtle and Pierre - thank you for your contributions.
this one stretches
way, way, back
when I was two,or three
my family brought me
to Central Park Zoo
to watch the birds and beasts
back in those days
no attention was paid
to provide natural terrain
those beasts would rage
against their cage
behind bars those creatures jailed
I was strollered
into the Monkey House
that also sheltered Apes
lined with endless
primates crazed
one left my mouth agape
Mighty Silverback
ten times bigger than dad
looked pon me perched in cage high
my Grandpa
bent down and picked me up
child met Gorilla eye to eye
so giant was
this muscled Mass
it filled my line of sight
I reached toward him
stretched and stretched
extended my body so much
the Gorilla
lightly met my hand
our similar fingers touched
the crowd freaked out
and shouted loud
caretaker Johnny on the spot
the sight was such
a horror
he took pole to Ape and prod
-----------------------------
If you gave me
a polygraph
and asked if this scene was real
I`d say "Yes!" and Pass........
my folks would disagree
but to this day,I deeply believe,
the communion was NO dream
----------------------------------------
This recollection brings up
the murky place where innervision
and memory meet. How much of what we
"remember" is absolute truth?
I think it's ALL laced with the surreal.
Multiply that by my age at the time
and years past -- also remembrances of
Octogenarian parents --- and realize the
range of possibilities is sweeping and vast.
As far as interpretation?
I am awestruck by Nature.
I`m part of it.
I dont like when animals are trapped by "Man".
way, way, back
when I was two,or three
my family brought me
to Central Park Zoo
to watch the birds and beasts
back in those days
no attention was paid
to provide natural terrain
those beasts would rage
against their cage
behind bars those creatures jailed
I was strollered
into the Monkey House
that also sheltered Apes
lined with endless
primates crazed
one left my mouth agape
Mighty Silverback
ten times bigger than dad
looked pon me perched in cage high
my Grandpa
bent down and picked me up
child met Gorilla eye to eye
so giant was
this muscled Mass
it filled my line of sight
I reached toward him
stretched and stretched
extended my body so much
the Gorilla
lightly met my hand
our similar fingers touched
the crowd freaked out
and shouted loud
caretaker Johnny on the spot
the sight was such
a horror
he took pole to Ape and prod
-----------------------------
If you gave me
a polygraph
and asked if this scene was real
I`d say "Yes!" and Pass........
my folks would disagree
but to this day,I deeply believe,
the communion was NO dream
----------------------------------------
This recollection brings up
the murky place where innervision
and memory meet. How much of what we
"remember" is absolute truth?
I think it's ALL laced with the surreal.
Multiply that by my age at the time
and years past -- also remembrances of
Octogenarian parents --- and realize the
range of possibilities is sweeping and vast.
As far as interpretation?
I am awestruck by Nature.
I`m part of it.
I dont like when animals are trapped by "Man".
a dream for later in the night
were i am alchemist
turning led into gold
pore man,not no more
people seek,after me
disaster quick unfolds
therefore some one drop a death note
two man not gods seeking power
perfect world destroyed in triumph
dream no more
everything now green
no people, just souls in the breeze
living freely going no were
that is my new dream
were i am alchemist
turning led into gold
pore man,not no more
people seek,after me
disaster quick unfolds
therefore some one drop a death note
two man not gods seeking power
perfect world destroyed in triumph
dream no more
everything now green
no people, just souls in the breeze
living freely going no were
that is my new dream
All I do is lay there
In my dream,
I sleep.
Waiting for eternity
To sweep me off my feet.
I can't say I saw it coming
My dream self
So to speak
I just lay there in my bed
Waiting for the sleep.
And then I feel it
Pain at first.
Ripping down my spine
Then it's gone, just like that
The numbness just benign
I bring my hand
To my back
Imagining the worst
My thoughts were real
I pulled back blood
Muttering a curse
Then I wake up
Dazed and shaken
Not willing,yet, to move
I bring my hand to my back
And feel only skin, soft and smooth.
In my dream,
I sleep.
Waiting for eternity
To sweep me off my feet.
I can't say I saw it coming
My dream self
So to speak
I just lay there in my bed
Waiting for the sleep.
And then I feel it
Pain at first.
Ripping down my spine
Then it's gone, just like that
The numbness just benign
I bring my hand
To my back
Imagining the worst
My thoughts were real
I pulled back blood
Muttering a curse
Then I wake up
Dazed and shaken
Not willing,yet, to move
I bring my hand to my back
And feel only skin, soft and smooth.
somelikeithot said:DREAM INTERPRETATION
Most societies, ancient and modern, have had professional dream interpreters. India had its Brahmin oneirocritics; in Japan the om myoshi; the Hasidic rabbis in Europe fulfilled this role; in ancient Egypt the pa-hery-tep; ancient Greece had the priesthood within the Asclepian temples given to dreams; among the Aztecs, dream interpretation and divination were the prerogative of the priestly class teopexqui, the Masters of Secret Things; in today’s world the Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysts fulfill this role.
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/analysis-of-dreams/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.spiritcommunity.com/free-meaning-dream.htm
The Talmud writes: “A dream unexamined is like a letter unopened.”
The Talmud suggests that every dream can have at least 24 different meanings, but this is not meant to encourage an exhaustive search for every interpretation.
It is meant to remind us that dreams come from a very different world than the one we spend most of our waking hours in.
http://www.dreamtation.com/docs/6145.htm
**************************************************************************
This competition is open for people who actively look for meanings in their dreams.
Some people do it sometimes; some every day.....You may have done it in the past, maybe this will stimulate you to do it in the future.....
It has to be authentic....do not make up a poem about a dream you did not have
Each person can submit 3 poems of ANY length about their dream, their interpretation and any other outcome, such as it came true, it recurred and recurred, it is driving you crazy, you are scared to sleep.........something must RING TRUE....
So dream on, write the dream down, analyze it, make a poem about it, let it sit, then
look at it again. Personally I have had precognitive dreams. So if you have psychic
ability...again you can post your dream and result here.
I will take any questions via email or post here.
Thank you in advance for submitting your poetry to this competition.
You have 2 to 4 weeks....depending on the number of poems.
Most societies, ancient and modern, have had professional dream interpreters. India had its Brahmin oneirocritics; in Japan the om myoshi; the Hasidic rabbis in Europe fulfilled this role; in ancient Egypt the pa-hery-tep; ancient Greece had the priesthood within the Asclepian temples given to dreams; among the Aztecs, dream interpretation and divination were the prerogative of the priestly class teopexqui, the Masters of Secret Things; in today’s world the Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysts fulfill this role.
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/analysis-of-dreams/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.spiritcommunity.com/free-meaning-dream.htm
The Talmud writes: “A dream unexamined is like a letter unopened.”
The Talmud suggests that every dream can have at least 24 different meanings, but this is not meant to encourage an exhaustive search for every interpretation.
It is meant to remind us that dreams come from a very different world than the one we spend most of our waking hours in.
http://www.dreamtation.com/docs/6145.htm
**************************************************************************
This competition is open for people who actively look for meanings in their dreams.
Some people do it sometimes; some every day.....You may have done it in the past, maybe this will stimulate you to do it in the future.....
It has to be authentic....do not make up a poem about a dream you did not have
Each person can submit 3 poems of ANY length about their dream, their interpretation and any other outcome, such as it came true, it recurred and recurred, it is driving you crazy, you are scared to sleep.........something must RING TRUE....
So dream on, write the dream down, analyze it, make a poem about it, let it sit, then
look at it again. Personally I have had precognitive dreams. So if you have psychic
ability...again you can post your dream and result here.
I will take any questions via email or post here.
Thank you in advance for submitting your poetry to this competition.
You have 2 to 4 weeks....depending on the number of poems.
Anonymous
Give this one more day, July 22 at 9 pm EST to see if Scorpio above will submit something. I think this will be all the submissions that will be seen.....??????
