The Distance Between Hopes and Dreams: Poems
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In The Distance between Hopes and Dreams, author Charles Lobaito presents a collection of poetry that embodies and explores the human spirit. We all wish to be great, and we all dream beyond the heights of our imagination. The verses contained here examine those wishes and dreamstheir conception and their accomplishment.
Each poem in this volume offers a journeya literary awakening into the places we know and beyond. The collection combines three books of poetry into one volume. Perception of the Navigator focuses on seizing ones destiny. The Epiphany Maker explores the abstract and the discovery of fate. Notebooks from the Past reflects on life in its search for peace.
From love to war, hope to promise, history to time, freedom to knowledge, the verses in this collection share honest, witty, and philosophical considerations of life at the dawn of the twenty-first century. The Distance between Hopes and Dreams seeks to bring out the poet and dreamer in all of us.
If Dreams Were Keys Thered Be No Locks
Door I
If dreams were keys thered be no locks,
All prisons empty, true love run amok!
Fat angels would smile with rifles, and socks:
To target the banana-strawberry heart.
Door II
Without any locks, lions would hunt
Like beasts, to pounce, thus reinvent pun,
Or breed like citizens for sport, and court:
Under the vanilla paper bag sun
Charles Lobaito
Charles Lobaito was born in Plainfield, New Jersey, and currently resides in South Amboy, New Jersey. He attended Middlesex County College and the University of Central Oklahoma, with a major in English. In addition to writing, he has an established career in business and retail management. This is his fourth book of poetry.
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The Distance Between Hopes and Dreams - Charles Lobaito
Contents
BOOK I
Part I
Written Are The Unwritten Laws
The Cost For Love
Dawn Patrol
Hope Is A Weapon
The Tall Tale Of Love
The Astronaut’s Song
Biorhythm
Like I Was Saying
America In The First
The Proximity Of Rationale’s
Judgment On Happiness
The Falcon Princess
Part II
I, Indivisible
Elevation Is A Station
That Rests In The Mind
Modern Thought
Guiding Principles
The Observer
If Dreams Were Keys
There’d Be No Locks
Sweet Notations,
How May I Serve You
Dreaming Of The Beginning
While Lost In New York City
Reality’s Fable
Radiation Of The Heart
Love For Lust
BOOK II
Part III
Floating On The Banner
Of A Dream
Wall Street Blues
Of Distances
When Building Liberty
Pyramids
Power, The Definition
Over The Mountains
And Thru The Dune
Self-Respect
Particle Roads
The Oceanographer
Truths Are Writen In
Half-Light By God
Peer Pressure, According To
The Diary Of Moxy Hunter
To Whom It May Concern
Lightning In A Jar
Guardian Angel
The Alphabet Clock
Of Twilight Hearts
Part IV
A Letter To The World,
A Poem To The Universe
The Activist Elitist
Time, Nestled In Human Hands
Loose Cannon
Heart Murmur
Ode: The American Eagle
Vice Versa
Dreams Are For Heroes
Vapor Trails
Consciousness, The Labor Of Love Is Divine
The Hanged Man
BOOK III
Part V
Triumphant Are The Days
Of The Week
Under The Transient Sun
To All Things Certain
Audible Heart Poem
Clear Skies For Passersby
Faster Than The Speed
Of Thought
Quotes For Sale
Fortune Favors The Living,
According To End Of Days
The Oracle
The Muse Of Truth
Part VI
Valentine To My Queen
Hellenistic Art
Charms
Integers For Pictures
A Sacred Sunny Tale
Shortfalls Of Heaven
Memories Are Like Pictures
The Philosopher’s Song
Pandora’s Attic
The Dream Already Here
Magnum Opus
Last Poem Of The Century
(to those who believe in me)
BOOK I
PERCEPTION
Of The
NAVIGATOR
Part I
Radius of Sound
Written Are The Unwritten Laws
Written are the unwritten laws
In the eyes of an eagle perched
On a grave, in a field beyond
Two-dimensional worlds, through
A maze, or cage in silent solar systems
Unanimous with anonymity’s grades,
To protect proof’s treasure from invading
Aliens who are hungry for chicken, deep-
Fried by God, which taste finger licking
Good, almost like crispy, crunchy
Psalms over a lost Viking holiday.
While unwritten are the written laws
On a sunrise postcard locked in a diary,
Via a dream, with hooks chasing sharks
Who are diving into vortex portals,
Hiding to shop their beauty instead
Of brains, for five, and five singles,
Because all human ants are willing
To work, likewise ready to leave
A century worth transcribing
Applications to a heaven, worth
Remembering not to charge.
The Cost For Love
Whatever’s the cost for love I accept,
Unconditionally into the stratosphere of one,
That is, if you’re willing to accept my true heart.
Which I’m confident you will! But just in case
I’ll stand in the desert sun till my bones bleach—
Whatever’s the cost for love. I would accept
Any price, climb a mountain of a thousand skulls
And sell my paperback soul to the Romans for your hand.
But are you willing to accept my true heart?
As thin, porcelain angels circle the earth, I rotate
The hourglass of your hips, and drink molten gold!
There is no cost for love. I accept
This decision as final, like facts cemented in curiosity.
I would shower in heaven’s fire to kiss your lips—
That is, if you’re willing to accept my true heart.
O, darling, when in night, the cedar stars
Burn, crackle and fade: lonely dreams will become
Dusty memories– the atypical truth remains.
Whatever’s the cost for love I accept.
That is, if you’re willing to accept my true heart.
Dawn Patrol
What comes to my mind beyond the gleam
Of an unsprung vision through a distant accord
Is the pulse of my shadow ebbing beyond radiant dreams,
To lift my proud soul into the presence of dusk.
I sit on the stoop of our apartment steps wide-awake
Waiting for the sun to rise, and smile with her company.
A cool drop of mist wakes the caterpillar
Up from his dream beyond instances,
Blanched with a garrison of forked promises
I cannot tell whether to laugh, or leave my post!
For inspiration, I aim above the rooftops of our complex
Into the adjustment of my 19/20 vision,
To witness the spectacular watercolor night bleach
Her sky, black velvet into blue light scarlet
Subconsciously beyond the gestures of a titillating horizon.
The shadow of yesterday’s moon is now behind me,
Tipping the cran-apple trees a dollar an hour
To dance for the wind, to pick up a breeze
So I can whistle to the sparrow hiding
Out in the chimney next to the laundry room!
There’s a phantom in the bushes
Or a squirrel drunk on skunk, while the spider
Spins in fancy for an upcoming snack.
The morning workers are still fast asleep, I suppose
Sprawling over gray linen sheets this fine
Delicate Tuesday. The grand vernal sky begins
To climb her ladder with confidence, as one by two
The stars fade away, as if they were commissioned to do so
In plain speech: to welcome the sunbeam when he arrives!
It’s 5am, and the light is early.
The light is fortunate I am letting him go!
The cricket begins to yawn, the lightning bug tries,
My patience is respected by those who adore me.
The sky is cloudless! Because of my static radio, it complies!
True lovers peek out of their windows with delight!
Our terraces are tall for the roses to sing
What they will, or wish about this upcoming day.
(I believe the sun is a gold coin comprised of great energy
And fever fermented by God for our perceptions to indulge!)
Alas, the mighty day blows her trumpet!
The air is a degree warmer! My heart a beat stronger!
The courtyard a bit brighter! The day a minute longer!
The green grass thickens into the daylight
For a reward, while all the parking lights switch off
Simply for the benefits of their cause.
I set my watch back, past the minutes of recorded time
To understand the true meaning of life, once rehearsed.
The far egg yoke of existence rises up from the east,
My job is done when I get the thumbs up!
Hope Is A Weapon
Hope is a weapon that is used to create destruction,
That is, if you believe in the miracle of life
And justification of death
Beyond innocent crow droppings,
In the mouths of listeners
Traveling across country
For the sale of a century—longevity’s
Half off of half off—prep the tanks.
We’re heading in!
Haven’t you noticed every dream is a wish,
Every frail wish a fairytale dream—the symbol
Of purple blouses flung across dead elm trees,
Like flags torn in midwinter, as jackals converge
Alongside frozen ponds and champagne
Limestone graveyards, to honor the dead!
Church organs from the corner of scientific studies
Are somberly heard through CD player prayer,
While capitalism markets rest, the way fashion
Admires