Best Doze Poems
The Soup kitchen's queue are in line .
The economy , banjaxed and dyin' .
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.
I called up my banker , by chance .
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance .
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants .
No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen .
For between us , we hadn't a bean .
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen " .
The dessert trolly started to shake .
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak .
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break " .
I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met .
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get .
Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest ....
Dossier (doze heir) About This Sleepy Head
Unable to shake off drowsiness
iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
(not that you
give a hoot) ye
may be share compatible
(i.e. nocturnal) circadian
rhythm with this wee
Willy Weber,
but more particularly
one po' somnambulant,
whose square noggin resembles
a flat screen tee vee
actually receiving signals
from the outer limits
of the twilight zone
quite clear reception,
especially after three
o'clock in the morning
slightly before scree
ching roosters announce,
the break of dawn re
lush hing, the
poignant hush pre
seeding the sudden
onset of que
kin ning hullaballoo
amidst hectic pre
dominant hustle,
and bustle to and fro,
hither and yon nee
sis aery frantic
pace to maintain
21st century
technological light
(reo speed wagon) rush,
this lifestyle not for me,
hence I favor
knuckle scraping,
bloodied hand to mouth,
bare subsistence
existence my lee
ving no wiggle room
for adverse sit tee,
thus very mindful to maintain
laser focus key
ping astutely attentive visa
vis discover ring je
nais sais quois,
(the only French I know)
hee...hee...hee
well nigh conk
clue ding goofy
dwarfed poem (compared
to the Iliad,
or Odyssey), now
time to put this old
Scottish matted
(swiftly tailored,
haired styled)
puppy (i.e. me)
to the land without
my wordy wizard - Doctor dre,
but alive with
a Rob'n Zombie!
A new man I am!
2 hours dozing....
My brainmatter no longer oatmeal,
More in the consistency of rice krispies
No Time to Take a Doze
All my dreams should start coming true,
And depending on vast point of view,
Another poem will be in the making
Being outstanding and breath-taking.
At times, life seems short yet still so sweet,
And soon when both our minds may meet
By England will be seduced and induced
So many more poems may be produced.
Thorough out all times has been history;
Much of it a mystery meant for me
To produce poems which will explain
Why rain mainly stays in the plain.
Even if cold it had continued to be
I would still want to go back and see
All about British Isles I did adore;
So sad part of it I had to ignore.
Hope to return back again one day
And this time much longer shall stay
And only heaven and God both knows
In England there's no time to take a dose.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Afternoon Doze
I´m looking at a blinking icon on a white screen
I have spent an hour in a state of bliss and
not feeling the need to do anything other then
to enjoy the calm. Afar I hear a cement mixer
rumble let it resound it only makes my peace
deeper but I´m aware of a dog´s bark outside
the front door it is soft bark wants me to open
the door and give it a slice of ham or a cuddle.
I do that, and the dog walks away….happy.
There was a time when I thought I had to be
active all the time not allowing calm, thinking
It was laziness. A white screen but I could not
resist filling it with words to remind me of how
good silence can be and how easily it can be
disturbed by a ringing phone snapping my mind
back to the mundane.
The sermon was dull, the church was warm,
Grandpa Smeltzer was snoring up a storm.
Every once in a while, he'd give a snort.
The young lads were counting his snorts as sport.
Grandma Smeltzer gave her man a poke,
"Why'd you do that woman?" loud words he spoke.
The pastor ignored them and kept up the drone
Reading the scriptures in monotone..
I looked around, and others were nodding.
Some jerked awake after gentle prodding.
"It's a sin", said I, "That grown men
Can't stay awake for the last amen."
Then we closed our eyes as we started to pray
And I just couldn't help it, mine stayed that way.
For the Snooze or choose, contest.
Placed 11th
In the dark of night, where dreams bear bloom,
and silence reigns in my shadowed room,
my pillow waits, serene, composed,
awaiting my sleepy head to doze.
Beneath my head it yields its form,
to cradle my crown from day’s storm,
and offer a sweet night’s repose,
yet pillow’s thoughts, who really knows?
She seems so sweet, pretends to care,
yet every night disturbs my hair,
and furthermore she gets so heated,
and once again my sleep is cheated,
by the pillow sweaty and hot,
yet the other side is simply not,
cool and perfect, waiting to bless,
my fevered brow with its caress,
and lull me back to sleepful bliss,
with its satin smooth cool kiss,
again I drift to snooze and sleep,
but pillow’s warmth begins to creep,
to wake me once again at night,
such a struggle, such a fight,
to turn again to the other side,
the cool oasis tries to hide,
but the pillow I will flip and turn,
for the cool side I do so yearn,
yet it defeats my every twist,
forgotten now how cool she kissed,
our affair becomes a struggle,
no longer does she like to snuggle,
instead a smothering suffocation,
to turn and flip without cessation,
throughout the night, hours endless,
once lovers, now friendless,
oh cool side, where can you be?
I need you now, can’t you see?
Aloof, apart she still remains,
my willpower slowly drains,
till fevered dreams draw me down,
and make of me once more her clown,
fitful sleep upon her breast,
though I get but little rest,
morning creeps with amber hue,
the night forgotten, as such things do,
and come again time for slumber,
pillow knows she has my number,
and beckons me come lie with her,
promising bliss, rapture, and more,
such a tease my mistress pillow,
I bend to her will just like a willow,
and find myself in her clutches cool,
I promise her this time not to drool.