This world of ours true
To what shall we imagine it?
To the white splash of a boat at sea
That rows out to the early dawn full of hopes and dreams.
What of those lower leaves
Tangled in a lazy sunset moving with the wind of peace
In awe of its self the Parrot spreads its wings
Flaunting yellow bright red hues of perfection taunting summer's twilight
In pain I loathe the twin
Of being and not being shattered waves of freedom
So I too, awake and scream with pride with the Parrot's song
Of risking nothing I take the chance to believe.
That there is a simple bliss of untouched purity
Where I can fly with the Parrot and know truth.
This world of ours, before
we could weep or laugh
The Parrot would scream its beauty to awaken us all.
Now the parrot is caged
and cries out frustrated in its small cage
Burning with hopes and dreams
The simple want of freedom and love.
The love of the dream a small beacon of light each night
soars out to sea
Past the dense forest where the light awaits its arrival.
In search of a mate
For the season and tides of the moon brings forth
A depth of wanting and craving for love...wanting.
(Hope you really loved the
poem, for what I write comes from my feelings.)
If you will but grab hold
of my hand
this pain that burdens my soul will flee.
Where it came by dark pool of empty purpose.
For the wall of life and hope rides fast the river through it.
No longer can I carry this burden alone for I fear nothing
and walk with the pride of the sun's bright glory splashed across the horizon....
where I wake alone in frustration of heart.
Sanity of peace I wish
and dream to dance into my life.
Like a ballet dancer with wings like clouds of pure white.
This winter I am the freedom
falling from the flakes of winters snow,
each snowflake a mystery like the many stars which fill the sky above us all.
If you will but reach
out to me....
and come and dance into my dreams and life
for I am a simple man rushing headfirst without love.
Blue on black tears from
the river is my present reality.
Of what can truth and trust serve but the destiny of life and love.
Dream dancer...dance into my life and give me purpose and love.
Dance dream dancer......dance.
(For now I dance to the music
of wanting of Friendships and more, Ted.)
TED BOLIEK'S PEN PAL REQUEST:
Hi There, My name is Ted. 6 ft.,
long brown hair, short beard, slender and in totally awesome health.
Never married, no children. Born and raised as the only child in
Decatur, ILL. 4/15/56. Just turned 46 years of age but if I
lose the beard and clean shave it takes off 10 years. No, I will
not cut my hair, smiles. Published Poet/Artist. Now I want
to find a woman as a friend first to bond with, then perhaps marriage.
But at 46 I know that a marriage lasts if friendship is the beginning.
My sense of humor is like "Jerry Seinfeld" sitcom on T.V.; I love
almost all sports except bob-sledding because I'm not even close to Canada,
smiles. My faults are none, really! If you believe this then
your from Mars or Jupitor, smiles. I want a down to earth girl age
between 30-45 who can just be herself and speak her feelings and thoughts
with me as I will do the same.
I love children and I like dogs but I am like a cat. I have the same nature and instincts as a cat. My family consists of a Mom and one large blue cat with white feet. Follow the yellow brick road and I'll be waiting for you.
So I hope you have some red high heels, smiles.
Potosi Correctional Center
Rt. 2 PO Box 2222
Mineral Point, MO
P.S. Enclosed are two of my poems titled "Parrot's Dawn", and "Dream Dancer". (see poems above)
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