Dream On

Dream on
Dream on my friend
Your thoughts are potent
They’ll never end

Dream on my friend
Fly far
To space unlimited
To the farthest star

You’ll circle space
In the blink of an eye
Don’t look down my friend
Stare up to the sky

Let your eyes grow in wonder
Let your mind be unleashed
Pray hard my friend
To the universal high priest

Write your thoughts
Write your words
Let them travel so far
To the great human herds

For they’ll all come to know you
Respect what you said
For time immemorial
You’ll never be dead

Norman Turkington

Stealing The Limelight

A spotlight shining bright and bold,
On centre stage, the stories told,
Of one who steals the limelight’s hold,
Their presence is bold, their talent gold.

With eager eyes and bated breath,
The audience awaits the theft,
Of the star, whose shining crest,
Is the one that all admire best.

With graceful moves and perfect grace,
They command the stage, at a perfect pace,
To steal the limelight, leave no trace,
And leave the audience in a daze.

But as the curtains fall and the light grows dim,
The one who shone losers the grin,
With guilt and shame for stealing from within,
The rest who share the stage with him.

True artistry lies in the giving,
Of oneself, and not in the taking,
So be not envious, nor be lifted,
By the limelight, but by art that’s real and gifted.

Steve Halstead.

The Poet, The Actor And The Microphone.

The poet, the actor, and the microphone,
Are three in one, like a trinity alone.
Each with its power to move and inspire,
To fill the hearts of the audience with fire.

The poet speaks with words that flow,
Like honey from the hive, sweet and slow.
Each verse is a journey through the soul,
Of the poet’s heart, once lost but whole.

The actor brings the words to life,
With gestures, voice, and piercing strife.
The stage was alive, the audience enthralled,
A moment in time, forever to be recalled.

And then there’s the microphone, the silent star,
Through which the poet and actor shine afar.
The magic box amplifies their voice,
A connection to the world, a reason to rejoice.

Together they create a symphony of art,
A performance that moves the body and heart.
The poet, the actor, and the microphone,
May they forever be a trinity alone.

Steve Halstead.

The Irish Actor And The Court Of Law.

In a court of law, a drama unfolds
As the accused trembles, nervous and cold
His fate lies in the hands of the judge
And the arguments of his lawyer’s nudge

In walks the Irish actor, with gravitas and poise
A towering presence to dispel all the noise
With a commanding voice, he takes the stand
And like a brilliant star, he lights up the land

With every word, he delivers a blow
That shakes the prosecutors with each new throw
The jury hangs on his every breath
As he lays bare the innocence beneath

He speaks of truth and of human frailty
Of the vagaries of life and the workings of destiny
And with each word, his audience is moved
Drawn to the power of his eloquence, and the truths he proved

In that court of law, justice was served
Thanks to this actor, who had the courage to stand tall
For his soaring performance, we will always preserve
As a moment of triumph that touched us all.

Steve Halstead.

Dragonflies Threaded Needles.

Splendid cities pierced with night
Dampened snowflakes quench the fires
Love burns to stitch minds
Like dragonflies threading needles
From star to star

Some nest from suburb to rugged
Escaping into the shivering willows.
Its coolness runs from cheek to cheek
The beads of dew glisten like tears.

Slumbering alder filters the moon.
From violent forest floors
Where the dead are sleeping
And we melted into one
In the shadowy glade
Embroidered with black moss
She speaks of the great trees will
The trail of tears the river of the snail

The breeze lets the cloud set sail.
Spinning horrible eyes of green
Bathed in the dawn and ancient fauna
And the scented canopy of twisted leaf

Steve Halstead.