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Sleepless Night

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Pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin.
***

Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle the insomniac moon
Like magic and beauty, "I AM" gone with the wind

The idea of love, 
broken like yesterdays wishbone.
She is leaving
her arms, my shelter
her wings
her teardrops gone forever. 
Never will she suffer-
Never will she return-
All I have is one last memory
tracing what is left
one last breath
tequila vice
washing away the pain.....


At Last Now I See!
Under the drunken stars 
I had an epiphany 
Striking like a match
A sunken treasure 
At Last I Knew
you don't belong 
you were there for the taking
Weak and sick, no longer sane
Memories lost, no longer -her
My Mother! 
What has become of her?

You're a demon, who played us all
made us cry, while you slowly took her away
the way you ravaged her body
nip napped both her legs
fed her through others
the way she rapidly forgot
our names:
our faces:
I hate you Alzheimer
I hate the way you took her the first time!
I hate you Death
I hate the way you took her that final moment!

Sleepless nights and pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin
Pretending my mother tucked them in
Anything to help me get past my sleepless nights.

by:PD

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Sleeping With The Enemy

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

See what you want to see.
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be..

Come sleep by my side.
The whole world is our playground..
Don't make a sound..
Stop clowning around

In the mist of the night,
You keep me from crying

I wipe off the taste of your lips.
You kiss me starting at my inner hips.
You broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is better every day 
I deny you, the one thing I can't say.

You are my pillow.. 
Where I rest my legs,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here, 
Die here ~ 
Die here by your side..

I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with the enemy by my side
Come here and hold me..
After you watched my worlds collide..
Come here and love me..
I'm yours till the end of time...
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme..
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside.
I can't let go,,
I just want you to know, 
I'm a fool in love with you..
Even if it doesn't show!

~ SKAT~
12- 7- 10

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Shine

Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels

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The Moon Dust will not Fall Nevermore

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                                             At different times
                                             in separate beds
                                             we sleep to forget
                                             Sunset is sunrise
                                             and nobody cares

                                             There it's sunny
                                             and here it rains
                                             who needs rainbows
                                             if no one cares?

                                             The Moon dust 
                                             will not fall 
                                             nevermore

                                             Nothing
                                             Nada

                                             Off!

                                             Out!

                                             That's that!
                                             Who cares?

                                             Just drowned coins
                                             a cracked glass
                                             feeble stars

                                             Where's the Moon dust?
                                             Where're the arrows?
                                             Where's the fairy?
                                             Where's our strong faith?

                                             A distance that drowns
                                             through forbidden dreams
                                             we wait for the Moon
                                             to sleep and forget
                                             and nobody cares!



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Old Wounds

Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade
with memories, quite undefined
returning nights, upon the shade
when clocks are wound, and sun reclines

When weariness is not enough
to lie alone, to sleep again,
the darkest ghosts, upon the cliffs
return as if I've begged them in

Appearing with unspoken words
to pull the quilt from tender bones
to race the heart, and pace the halls
and magnify what 's come and gone

For in the dark, a voice is clear
It calls to me, and I can hear
where loneliness has been my friend
and clearer than I could recall

I've pulled apart a scab disturbed
as if it were an angry wound
and somewhere in the distant world
a part of me has never healed

By light of day, you are gone
I'm still alive, again alone
Yet hovering within the mist
with sunlight slipping down the trees
I'll brush my hair, ignoring ghosts
to welcome sleep, becoming lost



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Too Tired

Blurry thoughts, hurried thoughts, they need to settle down. 
Too tired to move, to worn out to groove, I'm frustrated all around. 
Crazy voice, I have no choice, I want to surrender to sweet sleep. 
Twisted thinking, racing blinking, my mind is an overgrown trash heap. 
Eyes wide, I cannot hide, the redness of my inflaming anger 
Too little relief, too much grief, the warning signs flash Danger danger. 
I'm on overload, so I am told, need to shut my lethargic eyes. 
Trying to sleep, car horns beep. can't they hear my cries. 
My body is done, before the day has begun and it's only half past nine. 
I hear you call, down the hall, pillow why can't you be mine. 
Tic tock, goes the clock, the day is dwindling, departing from me. 
Sleep, blessed sleep, is what I need, why can't anyone see. 
Eyes burn, to close I yearn, my fists are clenched tight 
This I can't take, going to break, I know it isn't right. 
Shut down, the world around, this is my last attempt at sanity. 
If I'm still awake, I will break, and you better stay away from me. 
Night falls, my bed calls, the feeling is beyond compare.
Tossing, turning, salty eyes stinging, at the ceiling I still stare.

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le chateau indesirable

le château indésirable
(The undesirable Chateau )

I have no body
I am asleep
My head lies in a an old wooden box
My eyes are closed
The world is too cruel
A single tear rolls down my face
I am sad and I can fathom no reason why
Do all the dead babies cry?
Not even born and yet my soul is old
I am just a head in an old wooden box
My body is gone, I know not where
My chateau is an old empty crate
One of the unwanted
Why do you stare?
This old wooden cage is my home sweet home
I lie here to ponder and contemplate
I sometimes stare to the skies
So
Unwanted

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Sleepless nights

 When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fail to make me sleep
I count the stars  in vaulted heights
that through my window peep
Then  lullabies from up on high
brings my soul to rest
In dreams I fly   across the sky
in slumber's peaceful quest

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.




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When I Close My Eyes

Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded

With wonder of images that aren't complete.



My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.

Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.

Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet



Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.

Colors explode to make the dull gilded.

I wonder of images that aren't complete.



I dream in color that's full of deceit,

My journey confused but benefited

Night. Whispers in my ear, promising sweet



Souls of good fortune. The spell obsolete,

Slips off my mind. The day then comes guilted,

I linger with images that aren't complete.



Startling gold sun begins to reach its peak,

But my mind is in bed, dreaming tinted.

Night whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Wonder of images that now are complete.

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A Dream


                                     
A Dream
I patiently waited for you all the day long, my beloved. Even the tired, orange, afternoon sun long ago drifted off to sleep. Nighttime arrived in a hurry shoving away the short-lived evening, With rhinestone stars dotting a shimmering, dark, velvet sky, And a pale, silver moon shyly venturing on the horizon.
After the lamps were all lit, I struggled to stay awake, But my heavy eyelids drooped as I was weary from the long day. So forgive me, my lord, as I unwittingly succumbed To the potent spell of the Sandman’s magical dust; And sly Morpheus sneakily captured me in his soothing embrace.
Come share with me this dream of tranquil enchantment, In a watercolor field of delicately perfumed lavender and clover. And I in peaceful repose await your arrival, my lord, To gently awaken me with tender kisses, sweet as nectar. I look for you, my dearest love, in a dream!
Entered in a contest "A Dream" sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst (5-25-2014)

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If You Have A Sleep Disorder



If you have a sleep disorder, I strongly advise that you have it checked Apparently, if it is serious enough, it can even lead to death Was diagnosed with very serious "sleep apnea" a while ago The treatment, is extremely difficult to get used to Ever try sleeping with two plastic thingies stuck up your nose I guess I'll get used to it eventually People that have been using a machine like this for years Swear by it and tell me the results will be fantastic... like night and day But I must be patient and persevere. It will take a little while to get used to Really? Are you saying eventually I won't notice these thingies up my nose? Maybe if I drug myself till I think I'm a fairy princess Or a famous Shakespearean actor in tights I'm willing to give it a shot! Oops! Sorry, lost my train of thought there The thought of me prancing around as a fairy princess Has always kind of appealed to me... oops! I mean, as a Prince Charming Now back to my sleep apnea, wish me luck It's supposed to make me more rested, sweet and happy SO GET OUT OF MY FACE TILL THEN YOU GUYS! We must be patient, this is not going to happen overnight! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Wake Up Little Sleepy Head

Wake up little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to rise and shine – 
Get up out of that old bed
There are mountains yet to climb. 

Put on your shoes and sweater
Take a walk amidst the trees – 
Come listen to the sound of loons
Wafting in the breeze. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The hour is drawing near –
For you to dance and find romance 
And the path that you must steer. 

In this carousel ride on which you fly
Throughout this life you’re living – 
Come find yourself and all you’re worth
And learn the gift of giving.

Wear that pretty purple dress
That matches your dark eyes – 
And don’t forget to stop and rest  
When rainbows fill the sky. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The flower garden’s near – 
Waiting for you to plant some seeds
That will sprout anew next year.

While you look for love from high above 
And in everyone you meet – 
Today it’s time for you to find 
Diamonds at your feet. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to move along –
No more waiting, hesitating
To find where you belong. 
         

 
 


    

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Ode to a Lover's sleep

A place where the subconscious freely flows,

Meanwhile a heart of innocence,Love grows.

There all escape the world and its cruelty,

It is a sanctuary of purity.

Similar places are never found,

Nor, are any souls with chains bound.

Alas,Like Life it is a vapor,

Lasting only a moment before taper.

Oh! To taste the sweet kiss of its lips,so divine.

Gladly residing at this space of time,

Extremely satisfied with peace of mind.

Never will I forget the blissful kiss,so sweet,

.           Ode to a Lover's sleep

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In eternal sleep i will find thee, Julia

As fiery beacons 
blaze
And cut through the
night,
As restless sleep
Doth so tax and
Trouble me,
And i hang upon 
A promise:
That my love
For thou
I did most fervently 
Swear unto thee.

As icy comets roar
And sail against
The galactic tides,
Their streaming tails
Lingering upon a
Solar wind,
I will grasp
This one last chance:
To bare my soul
And chasten myself
From all my sins.

Then immortal wings
Will downwards sweep,
From heavenly ramparts
Where divine Angels
Do so keep,
To gently raise me
To my feet;
And, softly brushing
The dust
From mine eyes,
Lift me high,
To be seated down
Before the wise.

Whenceforth,
Hence so empowered,
When slumbering 
fantasies 
Once more take flight,
Unremitting and
Without respite,
And, passing through
Heavens doors:
To search you out
Across the sands of
Timeless shores.

Thus, after stumbling
Across starry Aeons 
Of an almost infinite age,
Finding you suddenly 
Beheld within my
Wonder struck gaze!
After endless years
Of forlorn mortal days;
As heretofore:
How i shall cherish 
And much adore
This one true heart
Forever more!


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As I lay myself to sleep

As I lay myself to sleep in the dusk of my heart The sky still shines bright Luna streams through the blinds Its porcelain glow reflects honey in these almond eyes ....and I think of him a gentle descent on my pillow-case golden firefly's radiance cascading upon rosy silk satin face A frozen star melting in the silence of my arms lavenders' kiss embracing unworthy lips But when the night is over like an autumn leaf in early breeze He is carried away....far far away Far too gone, to utter words I so wanted to say ... and each misty morn tired footsteps mark the path to the old oak tree which witnessed our dream our shared peach ,our holding hands our blissful joy and distant tears There I sit, alone but not in solitude by that grassy stone,which holds his name engraved Secretly,I whisper to his soul Unspoken thoughts I yearned to say 'You are gone..but never gone I might arrive late..yet never too late I feel your absence in my bones like cold air on a rainy day but tomorrow ,somehow,somewhere Our May garden blooms pink blossoms by the promise of today' Ps-This is a fiction poem.. But in reality..Let show love to those who are dear to us today Cause tomorrow who knows If We are to stay??? Inspired by a song-If tomorrow never comes

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Goodnight Dear P D

Go to sleep dear P.D...you need your rest
Tomorrow will be busy...got to be at your best
Children and grandchild...you know they are wild
They'll wear you out...and thats putting it mild
Oh no the resturant...you better not forget
Cooking and serving...your body wet with sweat
A shower, a shower...and you can wind down
Asleep, asleep in your bed...Not making a sound
Send me to sleep contest Sponsor: P.D. Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown 10/25/2012 2nd Place Winner

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A Sleepless Night Triolet

From Shakespeare’s Hamlet: "To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub.” Perchance to dream. . . Ah yes, but first to sleep! My little clock keeps ticking on and on. I‘m long past even trying to count sheep. Perchance to dream. . . Ah, yes, but first to sleep! A creeping dread now makes me want to weep. Dawn’s coming; birds are trilling as I yawn. Perchance to dream? Ah yes. . . But first to sleep! My little clock keeps ticking on and on.

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Touch Me - Sleep

Sleep, like snow, you fall on me and deeply I go under. Sweet Slumber, smother me with pearly flakes; then change into your pitch black cloak. Embrace me like a lover; pleasure me with dreams while you suck from me the day’s realities. Dawn comes. My dark caller flees. Quick, to your casket speed! I can trust you’ll return to wrap me in oblivion. I’ll wait for after dusk when you will softly creep and deeply bury me. Come first, sweet Sleep, and fall on me like snow.
By Andrea Dietrich For Nette's Contest

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Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited

Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited Limericks are so hard to write. Sometimes, keep me up half the night Spending way too much time Just trying to rhyme A word that’s just out of sight. Written By John Posey 07/02/13

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Three O'Clock Again

I cannot sleep in the darkness of the night,
My eyes won't close until the morning light.
I crave the pink and powder blue sunrise,
the morning dew like diamonds to my eyes.

Eyes of green much like the grass at dawn,
life much like the fog above the lawn.
The midnight lake is black like memories past,
I watch the silver moon, its shadows cast.

Three o'clock again, when spirits walk,
the silence better than whispered ghostly talk.
Sometimes I feel gray death descending,
I pray to see the golden sun ascending.

The winter trees are black against the sky,
branches reaching pleading asking why.
Let me hear the cardinals sing once more,
let me sleep in sunshine I implore.

© Danielle White

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VERS LIBRE, A CONSTANZA


                                            Only those who will risk going too far 
                                            can possibly find out how far one can go. 
                                                                                         T. S. Eliot 

     ---------------------------
 




Come, pity words that sleep on walls
or beg before a form’s low fence
with dread instead of deference. 

Chained and well trained, they weakly crawl
on even lines where hard rules whip
and nip at just one tiny slip.    

Until we let verse freely fall
from sonnet, ode or kyrielle,
all deeper art we will repel. 

Though meter bids us to recall
by means of rhyme that reader's hold
like fairytales a child is told,

the heart is drawn to looser scrawls
like the bold script of Eliot*
in flourish I can not forget.


Come, pity words that sleep on walls,
chained and well trained, they weakly crawl
until we let verse freely fall.
Though meter bids us to recall,
the heart is drawn to looser scrawls.







*T.S. Eliot, free verse poet extraordinaire. 
**Click on the about this poem link if you can for a sample of Eliot's 'scrawl'

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I Dream in a Dream

(08/10/2011)

I dream in a dream
Where in my dream, I’m a perfect 
already
A perfect girl dreaming about her 
perfection
I don’t want to leave this 
imagination

I dream in a dream
In my dream of a dream, I’m 
untouchable
Where rain can’t wet my clothes 
Where winds can only beautifully 
wave my hair

I dream in a dream
While I'm sleep tight hugged by 
blanket,
In my dream you sleep next to me
I dream I hugged your back before 
dreaming
In this dream of a dream,
In your arms I look flawlessly 
pretty 

I dream in a dream
In my dream, you adore me so
In my dream of a dream, I’m your 
only one
In my sleeps, I repeat those 
gleaming memories,
In this two-stage dream,
You are mine, I am yours
*Aah* my brain is the best 
imaginations factory

For Frank H. 'DREAM' Contest




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Sleepless Nights

I sleep, though it’s only temporary Simple love exists there within my eyes However it’s broken, quite unhealthy I cannot sleep, I awake with disguise Simple love exists there within my eyes She holds all my thoughts firm outside and in I cannot sleep, I awake with disguise As though she holds me, she doesn’t begin She holds all my thoughts firm outside and in Confused about our love I wake again As though she holds me, she doesn’t begin Never can she grasp my heart, it’s a sin Confused about our love I wake again She has messed with my head from all over Never can she grasp my heart, it’s a sin What she has done to me, she’s no lover She had messed with my head from all over Such to keep me up all hours of the night What she has done to me, she’s no lover I can’t find sleep, it’s truly out of sight Such to keep me up all hours of the night I don’t know how you could do this to me I can’t find sleep, it’s truly out of sight I start off sleeping, a light sleep I see I don’t know how you could do this to me However it’s broken, quite unhealthy I start off sleeping, a light sleep I see I sleep, though it’s only temporary
Russell Sivey Contest: Sleepless Nights Sponsor: Leonora Galinta 7/2/2013

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Inside Job

Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies

In empty space you built your dreams
Behind  computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
 Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
Some small piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and with them bought the lie.

     It was all an inside job
     Pulled by a faceless mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     By a thoughtless, greedy mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played and  ill begun.

And the rich keep getting richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happenswhen you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No one's punished ,no one pays,
And they remain, complacent in their ways.

     It was all an inside job
     Staged by the untouched mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     Perpetrated by the mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

And now this evil season
Has descended without reason
And the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.

I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you at last are frail and old
And no one mourns your passing days
And none thought loyal will stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, now helpless, to your tomb.

Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.

     And so it goes, the inside job
     Brought off by the blacksuited mob
     The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     The framers of the inside job
     That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
     Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.