Welcome 2 the dream...

Have you ever dreamt of something

that was so real and vivid to your imagination? And when you woke up, you found that it was just a dream and it was not true? Have you ever dreamt in living colours whereas you could taste, smell, hear and touch everything in it and you just knew in your heart that it is real? Have your ever had thoughts and feelings that were so strong that you just had to write them down before they went away forever?

The dream is alive!

"Sometimes the only thing standing in the way of your writing a great story or poem, is you." You may already have written a masterpiece but are afraid to show it because you wonder what everyone thinks about you. Well, I'm here to tell you that it's just not about you anymore. I mean, once your thoughts and feelings have been realized. It becomes part of something greater than yourself. That is one reason why you may feel good, as your spirit freely moves you, to convey the message you choose to express, through your writing a story or a poem.

Show us how you dream...

By Andre L. West

Dreamquestone.com

The Winners of the Dream Quest One.com Poetry Contest and Writing Contest Summer 2007 are as follows...

The Poetry Contest First Prize Winner is:

Jesus "JB" Martinez, Jr. of Del Rio, Texas -USA

( “ Get Lost ” )

You don’t need to tell me that you don’t love me anymore as it’s reading all over your face,

You don’t need to explain yourself, there’s the road, get lost

You don’t need to look back as there is nothing here for you to see, as I hang my head to cry my loudest cry, down by the waterfront as her sweet kisses did.

Not less long only her savage lies to be whipped like a dog; I was better off playing it safe reading Mad Magazines never to unfold love is only for fools thinking it will; Less and later she got fat and me and myself and I we just did not care as the years came flying like there’s no tomorrow as I made it big to create my Own ( You Idiot Magazine ) to enslave the world just like Harry Potter fans too spend there money to no end;

To attack within, going to sea just like a good monster as my aircraft just landed across the good (USA) just like a hungry beast and never mind about ( Global );

Hell, I was a good kid until she got her claws in me as only the ( President ) can lie to you never to get fired just like Paris Hilton and now they ask if she got special treatment. Do I have to spell it out for you? I am not a real doctor but I play one in TV as everything is staged; We pay them to make me look good just like in commercials as women to enjoy cleaning after those pigs with a great smile just to talk about soap; Everything shining white that was in the day of the caveman and now they feed us lies as we are close to dead just like always.

So get lost girl. La End…

By Jesus “JB” Martinez, Jr.

Age: 53

Yes, I love to write just like always like rain that we all enjoy on a hot day to sleep well at night.

Second Poetry Prize Winner Summer 2007:

Sean Ludwig of Atlanta, Georgia -USA

Perfect

I never reach the end of a day

Where I feel I have completed it.

Nothing is done, finished

According to my own mind.

Could be better, could be more

Perfect.

A word which I will never be

Able to rightfully use.

A word which no mortal man has ever or will have enough

Time on Earth to understand.

Only in a place where age

Is non-existent, where moments

Are as eternal as the language

Of the winds- Only in a place

Where time is impossible and movement is infinite

Will perfection really take place.

And to find this place, one must

Look between two pages of a book,

Or underneath a rock where only

Earth could dwell. Then, in that

Second, perhaps one will find

A moment of perfection, and in

The reality of his own thought

Use it to make the right decision.

This, as a contradiction to what

One assumes, could be that very

Timeless place we all seek.

But maybe someday, someone will

Notice it and not let it pass by

Thinking it was just another ordinary moment.

By Sean Ludwig

I am entering this contest as an amateur poet, having spent most of my time in the visual arts field. I traveled to Atlanta in 2005 in pursuit of my Bachelors of Fine Arts, and I am now currently trying to find work in the city. Much of what I write about pertains to my experiences of city life, and the urge to find more meaning in my efforts to get by.

Writing is an important outlet for me, and I revere and respect it in equal proportions to my artwork.

Third Poetry Prize Winner Summer 2007:

Karen M. Wood of Amissville, Virginia -USA

THE MOON

AGAINST A CLOUDLESS SKY IT ROSE

ITS LIGHT SHOWN THROUGH THE TREES

BRILLIANTLY ILLUMINING

THE BRANCHES AND ITS LEAVES.

PERFECTLY SERENE AND YET

MAJESTIC WAS ITS GLOW

No MORE TO ME A MYSTERY

FOR GOD I TOO NOW KNOW.

FOR HE HAS MADE ALL THAT WE SEE

IN HEAVENS DOME OF NIGHT

THE STARS THAT SHINE

THE MOON THAT GIVES

THE EARTH ITS NIGHTTIME LIGHT.

KAREN M. WOOD

AND GOD MADE THE TWO GREAT LIGHTS,

THE GREATER LIGHT TO GOVERN THE DAY

AND THE LESSER LIGHT TO GOVERN THE NIGHT;

HE MADE THE STARS ALSO.

AND GOD PLACED THEM IN THE EXPANSE

OF THE HEAVENS TO GIVE LIGHT ON THE EARTH

GENESIS 1 16-17

I live on a family farm in Amissville, Virginia. Built by my husband's grandparents. We are secluded but live in an open area. Our home sits on top of a hill surrounded by woods. You can see the Shenandoah mountains in the distance. The peace and atmosphere are ideal for me for I spent much time alone growing up near a wooded area where I learned to enjoy quiet and observe nature around me. As a Christian I am drawn to watching the evening sunsets, the stars and moon. They profoundly speak of the strength of God and also His tenderness. I feel compelled to write about Him. I love nature, especially birds. I started writing my prayers and thoughts on paper about three years ago. I have found it easier to express them in poetry. I hope to share them with others as a ministry of encouragment.

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