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No Perchance to Dream

Now I lay me down to sleep
Alone upon these empty sheets
Of paper lying on the bed
Side table clock says 5 a.m.

Oh dark of night, I beg thee stay
Keep the morning light at bay
Oh dusk beloved!
Oh dawn be damned!
Me pull the curtains tight again

And only this I have to show
These tries at rhymes
Turned tales of woe:
    Of sticky socks
    On stinky feet
    Sit ankle bones
    Prop broken knees
    ‘Neath pasty thighs
    With muscle pains
    Crooked back
    And shhit for brains

Tired eyes must take their rest so
Leave behind this manifesto 
For the rights
Of righteous minds
To get their forty-winks, sublime

Después de la fiesta
While they take la siesta
Sun sets low
On the horizon
But lo, the sun set also rises

O’er every heart and soul supine
Crouched behind their window blinds
Who heave a sigh 
At yet another 
Evening pass without a slumber

All perchance to dream is lost so
As tonight is now tomorrow:
That is all
And with that said
I take me self to bed again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 5/9/2024 4:51:00 AM
This recounts of either a virtuous or un-virtuous Circle of circum-spection Robert? Lol)) quite a Treasure you have sent out here, I Do hope the Kist contains more such? I shall peruse and Observe you deserve that much.)
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Date: 1/18/2024 11:46:00 AM
Robert, We must be on the same wavelength, and I am just finishing a poem on Dreams. Your poem is a poignant reflection on the elusive nature of sleep and the restless passage of time. The vivid imagery and playful yet somber tone paint a relatable picture of the struggle with insomnia. The list of bodily discomforts humorously contrasts with the desire for a peaceful slumber. You create a rhythmic journey through the night, capturing the essence of sleep's fleeting grasp. - Blessings, Daniel
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Robert Schatz
Date: 1/18/2024 4:15:00 PM
Hi Daniel. Thank you for your thoughts on the poem! Elusive it is. I'm glad the humor came through. Blessings, Bob
Date: 1/16/2024 1:22:00 PM
Loved the Spanish you threw in there, and I'd say you are quite eclectic yourself. Love the whimsy and wit here.
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Robert Schatz
Date: 1/16/2024 1:23:00 PM
Thank you Andrea
Date: 1/14/2024 4:43:00 PM
Warm milk. Count sheep. If that doesn't work try washing those stinky feet. Seriously though, this feels like a lullaby from hell. Nice write Robert
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Robert Schatz
Date: 1/14/2024 6:59:00 PM
Thank you Tom :)
Date: 1/14/2024 1:12:00 PM
All perchance to dream is lost so As tonight is now tomorrow…happens sometimes!
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Date: 1/14/2024 10:52:00 AM
A great poem. It's so true. Sleeping was easier as a baby. I give it 'I like' and fave.
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Hilda Greenhough
Date: 1/14/2024 1:24:00 PM
Yes. It dors.
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Robert Schatz
Date: 1/14/2024 12:20:00 PM
Thank for Hilda for reading and commenting on so many of my poems. I hope the humor comes through on this one.

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