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4 in the Morning

At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.

5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away 
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber. 
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh, 
watching the room change colours 
until you must get up to join the others.

But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day 
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.

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Gasping Stars Look Down Upon My Tired Soul

Gasping Stars Look Down Upon My Tired Soul

When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay
There is this place I walk and roam
comfort away from worries of my home

The sidewalk ends and fields begin
I imagine they stretch and never end
Cool night air soothes my tired brain
far away, whistle of an old night train

My pace slows to soak so much more in
I am not alone, night is my friend
Gasping stars look down upon my soul
Seeking calm, I then reach my goal

Dog barks sadly as I slowly trod by
moans so blue, almost seems to cry
Past the farmhouse my favorite tree
massive black oak, does so comfort me

Gazing at its massive majestic form
I see damage from a terrible storm
Ahh yes, none are immune from harm
not even this great titan on the farm

Very slowly I turn to find my way back
retracing this walk along this track
A calm has now found my lonely spirit
happiness approaches I can even hear it

My pace increases as I seek to return
to the place where my love does burn
Family , the gift of my very long life
my children, my love , my sweet wife

When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay

Robert Lindley

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive

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Sweet Ballistics

Two soft points
embedded . . . in my chest
I am . . . felled . . . laid . . . to rest

geo.vuy.   Jan.21.2015

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W85th and Broadway

Does time matter to a sleepless city?
Waiting for the train to come…it'll have to come eventually
Most likely it won' even have my stop.
Hop on hop on while others hop off.
This particular track wasnt meant for them.
Next stop lexington and 125th street
UPTOWN. The voice crackles over the speaker.
5 more stops
5 more stops.
Close but not exact, the train is never exact.

The weak scavenge for a place to sit 
while the sturdy stand upright.

Stand clear of the closing doors. 

Humans packed tight together, 
cause for complete strangers to share conversation

Stand clear of the closing doors.

Open Close
The breaks screech again.
Open Close
On and Off
Still I stand strong keeping seats open for the ones who deserve it.

Does hard work really pay off? 
A city worker with a broken back is still broke. 
While a Wall Street broker affords to lose enough money 
to feed his family for an entire year.

On and off they go 
On and off they went 
busy bees and worker ants crawling on a ball of dirt.

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Slow Motion-Collaboration with Tim Smith-

I see the world in slow motion
From my tired and sleepy eyes.
I feel the nighttime closing in
Bringing darkness to my skies.

If only the days were longer
and the clouds a little less.
The heart could get stronger
My love I would profess.

Against my weariness I stumble.
In my shadows do I falter.
If I could change the outcome,
It would be my fears I would alter.

I'm tripping all over you
Trying to make wrongs right
Many awkward moments to undo
To make a perfect night.

I see you dance in slow motion
from my tired and sleepy soul.
I feel the weakness closing in
Where emptiness took it's toll.

My day is getting short.
The sun is loosing it's sight.
My feelings I must abort.
To this world I must say goodnight.

Casarah Nance &
Tim Smith

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we got it on
mabe it was wrong
it was at the fire place
sitting face to face
than we kiss nuthin we miss
we started to do more
as we begin to go
we had 

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- Small Steps Walks Carefully X 2 -



    Hush my little child 
    No more tears 
    Your mother and father 
    will be your guide 
    Beautiful as an angel 
    Fragile as glass 
    Like a little bird 
    that will learn to fly 
    Sleep now my child 
    Dream about tomorrow 
    Angels of the night cradles you 
    On the path to the dream of paradise 
    there is no fear of the dark 
    Small Steps Walks Carefully 
    Tomorrow is a new day
    together we will be 
    Dear child one day you will be brave


    An old man
    He is more than 80 years
    Alone - His wife's death
    Sitting in his chair - has difficulty walking
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    The phone marks with red tape on number one
    Number one is his daughter's number
    He remember that
    Diapers Size X-Large, he sits in his chair
    Evening comes - the old man is tired
    He is not afraid of the dark
    But loneliness is painful
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    He has his dreams
    Wakes up in the middle of the night
    and look at the stars and the moon
    Tomorrow is a new day

    Life ....

    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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I Lost You That Day

I lost you that day 
when it was 

And drops 
of your face 

r o l l e d away.

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Falling Star

(A Children's Poem)

I see you
          little star
sidling up to the moon
          to steal a kiss
from off his brow.

I see you
          little star
twinkling in the sky
          winking at me
as you pass by.

I see you
          little star
gliding past milky whey
          on your way
down to where we are.

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Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.

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My Last Nerve

No sleep One revision after another Publisher demands-too demanding TIRED My last nail broke My last pen ran out of ink My last pad - my last sheet! My keyboard sucks My monitor's dim Can't see for yawning Words, words, words in my head I'm done I said My last nerve! Going to bed

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Bedtime At Grandma's

Small one
Playing is done
And your bedtime has come.
Wind is moaning
rafters shifting.
Inside closets 
ghosts are sniffing.
Dare not move. Dream you fly.
Sun in your eye

Butterfly Cinquain

Gene Bourne.


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Lovers' Tryst

In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst

The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and chance a heart’s demise
While dreams hearken to this lovers’ tryst

Bright moon, stand fast!  Pray, ‘yond dawn, be stayed!
For Juliet, knowing well they’ll e’er desist
Wills not this blessèd night be here waylaid
For fear this dream remain a lovers’ tryst

Her surrendered heart belongs to Montague
The ‘morn will show if his own love be true

Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Romantic

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Lonely Nights


                                                       Lonely Nights
                                         A picture to say good night my honey,
                                                    no more sweet kisses.
                                         A picture to hold, all I have left of you,
                                                     kept by my bedside.
                                        No sweet embrace, left are memories
                                              of my nights, shared with you.

                                                   Anne Rutherford
                                                    Copyright 2011
                                           Poem From The Heart Series.

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Time Won't Wait

Awake, I lay still, Waiting day, under review. Tempted to fall back Asleep, and hold the day at bay. I rise instead. Time won't wait. I gather my thoughts Over coffee freshly brewed. A strategy formed, To accomplish what I must. I move on out. Time won't wait. At end of day's length, Assessing successes strong. Smart to prepare first. Then to put legs on my plans. I rest a bit. Time won't wait. The children come play. Suspending all that is mine, About cherished time. Smiles and laughter reminding, I choose to love. Time won't wait!

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Friday the 13th

riding out the night 
searching for that solar storm
instead, up ahead
columns of wind 
breach the scene
green trees clobber the place 
as bedlam pulls out the white swords
and once again it's on

808 Boom! 
808 Boom!
808 Boom!

moonlight exsanguinated
even though it was full as can be
no sign of Jason Voorhees either
maybe he's graduated from the mask

this place ain't so scary
I said, 
(stirring up the devils)
only 15 minutes 'till we're in the clear
Saturday 14 is near

©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing

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- Nothing To Fear -

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    No creepy troll 
    under your bed                                                                  
    Nothing to fear                                                                  
    Mommy is near  

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    There is no tiger
    under your bed
    Nothing to fear                                                                  
    Mommy is near  

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    The dust dots under the bed        
    That is angels slippers
    Nothing to fear
    Mommy is near

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    Let the moon and stars
    be in your dreams
    Nothing to fear
    Mommy is near

    - A good night comfort ....... many small children need
      some comforting in the evening - Small simple words :)

    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power

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My heart and I

My future will not copy carbon cruel my past
No, nor trusting man with fallen promise patched
A wind exposed distorted tree 
was all that was left before my feet

My heart and I have endured enough 
We are tired my heart and I
It was not thus in that old time
such tenderness had no need to hide

Gone be the cowards whose love like famished leech 
will suck the sweet and labored veins to bleed
Fool me once, then fooled me twice
'twas I the poor pathetic fool - deceived by count of thrice

We are all worn out my heart and I
Ah, but anger has kept me well
though be no hope in heavens sky
before the grave that bids farewell

Oh so tired my heart and I
too tired to long or wish to hide
'twas not the plan of his widowed bride
to waste the gift he set aside

In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out
and when that anger cease it's glare
of time past-tense will find me there

Displaced the faith of one so tired
in crushed and broken faith
My heart and I in cusp retired
for to fair the fight of the brave

Alone I lean upon your grave
to join my life that went away
Oh please I beg, bid me not to stay
for what soul I had has wasted away

Nothing will ever be what's right
the way it was meant to be
It was supposed to be "you and me
our babies, our FAMILY"

I knew I could not endure another failed attempt
to live the dreams that we had dreamt 
We tried my heart and I
but now it's time to say goodbye

Our little men will be alright
life is cruel but they'll get by
Forgive me love, love of my life
We're oh so tired my heart and I

Eternally... and a kiss. Thy sweetest kiss, goodnight to what is not the living of life. 

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She A Princess God Hath Made

She A Princess God Hath Made

As I trekked one lonely night,
walking those country roads,
glowing full moon in my sight,
roaring of the croaking toads

Across the lake flowers grew,
meadow set in sweet refrain,
sweet scent so ripe and true,
I desire it again and again

Life's sacred treasure came,
a vision of your love gifted,
afterward nothing was the same
my soul was forever uplifted

I'll love her until stars fade,
majestic mountains wear down,
She a princess God hath made,
wrapped in beauty and soft gown

Not a mere dream my mind saw,
a future sight given unto me,
She was to be my lover, my all,
the answer to my fervent plea

As I returned to my empty home,
that night set me to thinking,
If true, all roads lead to Rome,
I'd best stop my whiskey drinking

Robert J. Lindley

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night dawns

Night dawns

He sat
          The faded plastic chair creaked
           Fading  sunlight turned  bronze
He noticed
          The sun slide slowly towards the horizon 
          Drifting in the dark blue sky
          Flocks of Geese floating V’s waving goodbye
He shivered 
          A cloud momentarily blocking the sun 
         As  Orange and brown leaves fall silently to the ground 
He watched 
           Waves of blue and green sparkle a million ways 
           Tiny and warm,  lapping the shore
He felt 
           Smooth golden sand , warm and dry
           Gleam white ,Under the feet 
             The wind tug gently as it passes by
He wrote
           As swimsuits , bikinis and bare feet strolled merrily by
          And  Colored umbrellas reflected the sky
          While Swallows soar and dive 
He heard 
           The sun hiss into waters clean and clear
           Butterflies dance in the sky 
           Darkness land softly on tiptoes and feet
           Daylight sleep and night fall
He sat
            As the stars twinkle on a bed of black velvet lace
            And slept , peaceful and deep
           While the cycle renewed

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A wee Irish whiskey

I found myself
a good wee bottle 
of 10 year old Irish whiskey 
under my wee Irish down pillow
that must have been placed there 
by the wee good leprechaun 
tooth fairy

I could not bring myself 
to hurt her wee feelings 
so I opened it up 
and drunk my wee Italian self 
down to sleep
counting 40 pink plaid
wee Irish sheep

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A cup of coffee we met
Miles of ride we went
Ideas, opinions we vent
Few minutes we spent

On the coolness of the light
I heard laughter so dear
High up staring to the skies
Picture of you not a liar

You play jolly to quiet songs
Asking me sometime what wrong
Fallen short yet been long
I didn't know, we can get along

by: olive_eloi


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I Pinky Promise

I am, in moments apart
though dark,  looking
in-between the shadows

Always, a whisper away
a footstep behind..
echoing doors

And the hand that
brushes, softly on
your cheeks

I stain my kisses
each time you sleep

Closer, than far
the star of stars
in the sky of skies

I lie, inside your heart
inside the beats, I hide.