Long Sleep Poems
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There is a kind of silence I seek
Some quiet resolve near impossible to find
An inner soul perhaps in dire needs
With simply the outer layer forgotten behind
Almost everyone is to awake similarly
Beginning the day with without purpose
Searching perhaps for nights to sleep soundly
For an eventual... the better the worse
And the everydays isn’t what I’m searching
I heed for commons to be real and uncommon
A quiet desperation without voicing
That one silent voice to simply listen
Perhaps closer I am than I am to know
Too close perhaps to know its never real
Moments without given time to show
To have moments remembering unseal
A quieten time in people to find
That quieten soul be who I seek
Alive with the outer layer left behind
That one kind of silence be all I need
Woke up this morning,
To a bright, cheerful day,
And this is what I accomplished today:
Sat down with my Bible,
took time to pray.
Asked for God's guidance,
and blessings for the day.
Ate pancakes and bacon,
(a rare breakfast treat),
then showered and dressed,
made the house neat.
Picked up my cell phone,
called daughter-in-law Ann,
for news of the grandkids,
and of my son, Dan.
Got on the computer,
checked my e-mail.
Paid a few bills,
then without fail,
opened up Facebook,
to read all the posts.
(Well, maybe not all,
just the ones I liked most.)
While at my computer,
I visited the "Soup",
read a few poems,
made a comment or two.
I wrote a poem,
about being a bird.
Entered a contest,
with my confidence stirred.
Called my mother,
had a wonderful chat.
Noting the time,
I then fed the cat.
Hubby came home,
and I fixed a nice meal,
of baked chicken and broccoli,
not a big deal.
When the dishes were done,
I watched some T.V.,
then called it a night,
said my prayers,
went to sleep.
5/15/15
For Sara Kendrick's "What I Accomplished" List contest
Every lively landscape and tree were stripped
by fierce winter of their verdant, elegant dress:
and while they are naked and grieving amid
rainfall and fog: they still wish for sunny days!
Everything loses its beauty, it's the harshest reality;
kids stay inside, today there's no school: it's a holiday!
And they sadly look outside hoping for a break in clouds,
grandmother feeds them cookies to liven up their moods!
Even Andy, the young poet, feels the melancholy of a winter so bleak;
he has lived through those frigid winters writing a darker narrative;
He asks himself, " Do trees have the same feelings, can they speak?"
He struggles to come to a definite answer hypothetically imperative!
And boring afternoons drag to let sunlight linger an hour longer,
sleep won't come easily without the presence of remote stars;
kids play videos and their spirit is invaded by terrifying monsters:
granny comes running, bringing warm milk to ease their fear!
Finally, something wonderful happens: an arch appears
over the branches of the fir trees," It's a lovely rainbow! "
Aiden and Molly run and stare out of the dripping window
as grandmom stands by them, while they cry joyful tears!
I Think Of You - A Horrendous Night (Part 0)
Two a.m....
I open my window
...a crack,
the dark is blinding.
It is a severe cold outside
a stream of freezing air seeps in.
Two fifteen a.m....
I open my window another crack,
struggling to sleep...!
Eyes closed,
I count from one thousand to one
it might as well be ten thousand.
Still not use to a lonely bed
six of my senses explode like
a dandelion globe in a tornado...I
i think of you.
Raise the white flag,
wait the sunrise.
Wasn't it an eon ago
I drank the sunset?
It's never lost on me
I always ingest miracles slowly.
It's freezing cold now in my room...I think!
I feel everything...I feel nothing.
My face buried in both my hands...I
i think of you...
Perched on a pole
in my invisible box
One foot outside
and I'd have to detox
All warm and cozy,
rich of false security
Outside my square
lies a world of uncertainty
I think I'll stay here
move side to side
Doing flips around my pole
is a thrilling ride
What if I found
I couldn't fly
I'd rather not know
I'd rather not try
At least this way
I can save a little face
If my wings are unsound
I will be a disgrace
You See, I have balance
A big fish in a little pond
It's not like I can soar high
with a wave of your wand
I think I was meant
to live a subtle existence
Meeting minimum requirements
facing little resistance
The others had it easy
Eating on a silver spoon
My life has been a struggle
A tear jerking tune
I'm perfectly happy
Keeping my dreams
In my sleep
How rude of you to inquire
Why I constantly weep
You don't know who I am
You don't know me at all
You think your so smart
But what if I fall
God may have forgotten
To give me a purpose
The others may say
I belong in a circus
So run along
Leave me to sulk
I'll be dreaming tonight
I'm the Incredible Hulk
Breathing in God’s word;
filling my lungs with his grace.
I let fly out of sight
the things keeping me up
at night.
I harness my husband’s hand -
it is in plain reach.
His knuckles are ruddy,
veined with integrity.
I feel safe in his grasp,
even as he dreams.
Moreso, my Lord’s palm,
does love and protect;
The strong hold of God’s hand
surrounds me like a shield.
My breath is eventone;
I am relaxed.
Not so those who lie
to their partners, who drink
and sleep all day.
The sun gets gritty
behind their lids;
their eyes itch.
The twitching of the tales
they must spin, attempt
to remember then hit
those who won’t surrender
to the tall tales and white lies
they utter.
Under a soft blanket
with my ever after;
happily we joy
and suffer
for we know
we are planted in heaven;
its waters aplenty, its fruits
of harmony and rest,
its communion with the living
not the dead.
when you lie down,
you will not be afraid;
when you lie down,
your sleep will be sweet.*
8/30/2021
*Proverbs 3:24 NIV
My young life, so far, has been a garden ravaged,
scarred and weather-stained with deep sorrow and sadness;
I hang my head like a dying flower damaged,
this rose, bitter sweet and driven to vast madness.
Scarred and weather-stained with deep sorrow and sadness,
wild, rain storms and great winds shake the sea of my sleep;
this rose, bitter sweet and driven to vast madness,
lost in this sea of the melancholy- I keep.
Wild, rain storms and great winds shake the sea of my sleep,
always, curtains stir on my misery and pain;
lost in this sea of melancholy- I keep,
my heart is drowned in the depths of falling dark rain.
Always, curtains stir on my misery and pain,
and yet I drink from the deep blue cup of life;
my heart is drowned in the depths of falling dark rain,
hope is music to the soul- though pierced by life's knife.
And yet I drink from the deep blue cup of life,
I hang my head like a dying flower damaged;
hope is music to the soul- though pierced by life's knife,
my young life, so far, has been a garden ravaged.
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February 9, 2017
Poetry/Pantoum/Sadness
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8739-02-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Favorite Pantoum
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Written for the contest, Sadness
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Hospitals are designed
(a) to make you appreciate your bed at home
(b) to prompt many unanswerable questions
(c) to facilitate smooth patient care
(d) to never complain about your wife’s cooking again
Referrals to a psychiatrist are made when
(a) you become catatonic after having no sleep for a week
(b) after complaining about a noisy roommate you start convulsing with frustration
(c) you ask the nurse for a sleeping aid and she brings
warm milk
(d) You are all set for discharge but the Dr is delayed in surgery all day
Reflecting on a hospital stay makes you
(a) wonder how you survived the long nights
(b) vow never to eat chicken broth again
(c) appreciate there are no drafts behind when you get up for a walk
(d) note how quiet the house really is
Put me to sleep, O little god,
spirit of the ancient, healing tree—
a beautiful rustling brewing within the ancestors' plant,
emerging from captivating redness.
Invisible as a shadow, leaving only gleaming, shining bones behind,
the unseen one remains hidden from my eyes.
Yet, it is a tree of lush, vibrant green,
fragrant and sweet-smelling, bearing soft flowers and a hidden thorn.
Your humming sound—a silencing rustle in the night,
in the deep gloom, in the gathering dark—
becomes a dirge for the dead, a hymn of my final rest.
With windows wide open on every side,
I am dangerous and lost,
without origin or protection,
I am weeping,
unveiling a pain of finding the courage
to sleep facing the solitude rather than
hiding from it
The ocean moon as symbol of soul,
divine vapor and breath of whole.
Incarnated in that formidable eye,
to attain the summit seen in that sky.
Ceaselessly twilight unite,
assisting that love affair so bright.
Surpassing human weakness,
falling just short in divine greatness.
By sleep the soul so vigorous,
free from senses lustrous.
Hindered deity by bondage of mind,
in sleep behold those wonders kind.
The ability to see the pouring bliss,
the miracle loves wisdom kiss.
Dimly waking the mind inevitable
tincture purpose creditable.
Space and time in consequent principle,
spirit wheel season disciple.
Clouds of egos illusion to realize,
true purpose endeavors penetrates.
Phoebus the innocent cosmic child,
is alluring that pondering mind.