Best Dozed Poems
Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.
Confined to this dreary nursing home;
having outlived family, she's alone.
Today, with a smile, her face glows;
because he gave a single rose.
He brings them often to his mother.
Today, one extra for another.
Talking, on and on she goes;
because he gave a single rose.
She asked an aid to bring a vase.
By her bed the gift was placed.
Happy and peaceful then she dozed;
because he gave a single rose.
Her final breath tonight was sweet.
Family missed, again to meet.
Her last day joyful, all heaven now knows;
because he gave a single rose.
July 17, 2014
Contest: Random acts is kindness
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Resting on the beige leather couch
next to the dimly lit tiffany lamp
He dozed off into an early night sleep
She smiled looking at him
as She sat beside him
rubbing softly his tired feet.
She removed his specs
and book from the chest,
Took off her winter house-coat
leaned over and covered him with it
kissing his left cheek,feeling so blessed.
With eyes full of love She watched him
and wondered if he still sees her in his dreams
Like way back down memory lane
when he used to tug on tightly to his pillow
dreaming of her as he felt the midnight breeze
Did he still dream of moments way back
When he wanted so much to sit next to her
on that high-school old wooden park bench
or of those city strolls walking her home
holding her hand after the Saturday dance.
Everything was silent in the cosy room
And She remained there ...lost in thought ..
How She recalled treasured moments
of their curled toes brushing in the sand,
Of moments when his hand drenched
in rippled waves and playfullly splashed
water against her bare shoulders and over her face.
She could still smell the salt-spray in her hair.
So many yesterdays have passed since then
So many memories, so many changes
Him and Her forever changing...
Her porcelain skin ,now wrinkled
Her cascading chestnut hair turned grey
Yet one thing never changed.
Her heart, Her young heart remained constant
Just like the stars, the sun and moon
scorching their infinite flames.
Oncemore She reached so very close to him
So close She could feel the warmth in his breath
and feel his heart-beat to her own.
"Let me curl next to you", She whispered into his ear
"This night is ours my lovely dear".
"Death ! Oh death will have to wait another day
We'll beat the odds,like warriors, We'll beat them again
Together we can do anything,So hold me my love
Hold me in your sweet embrace..
Tomorrow,What is and when is tomorrow
Tomorrow If you leave before me
I keep on loving you,as long as I live
Whatever,wherever, come what may."
Not a bio .. inspired by the old couple in the Movie 'The Notebook'.
Woke up to a new life in Egypt
I was young not more than seventeen years
Adorned with gold and precious stones
My body was in the shroud of silk and jewels in my hair
I sat on a throne as a Queen
My name was Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
During the day I lay on the silk cushions
and dozed in the shade of palm trees
Beautiful men and women kept flitting
around me with all sorts of temptations
Fed me all sorts of fruit and cold drinks
When evening came, it was time for romance
As Queen I had many to choose
My choice was of course:
"The greatest men of Rome"
Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius
Why choose one when I can have two?
On a long journey down the Nile with
my love Julius Caesar, I was forced to
make a choice.
But a choice one must take...and the
choice was that I gave birth to a son
and Julius Caesar was the father
My love life was not popular
my husband was killed and I
was no longer popular
It was no longer a life of happiness and joy
No, it was war and national mouming
and I would not live anymore
18.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts
Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love myself, no matter what
I will forever have my untucked gut
Graceful and elegant, that’s what I am
I will tell those cosmetic companies to scram
Lip plumping or lipo…no darn way!
And as for my hair…I will let it go gray
Facelifts are for the weak, you know
I happen to adore the feet of the crow
I’ll snub my reflection, chuckling a little at me…
For shunning pricey moisturizers provides me with glee
I don’t need any convertible or flashy car
My beauty shines really brightly, from afar
Who cares about the rolls, seeming to multiply each day?
No staples for me, I don’t care what I weigh
Dark circles make my eyes look cute
And those saddlebags are really a hoot
Juvederm and Radiance ….what a waste
On this mug, parentheses DO have a place
Lasik-I sincerely think not
That bifocal look is certainly hot
A new boytoy-There will be none of that
Though I’m sure he’d dig my charming back fat
The bell, oh no, I don’t mean to be crass
I guess I dozed off in Algebra Class
I must have been close to 40 in that frightful dream
And I was just about to let off a really loud scream
Nevertheless, my dear friends, I do so solemnly vow
To go off and age gracefully…at least for now
That's right...no need for the third degree
I promise to not get my first brow lift…until I’m at least 23
The Old man of Merces
His wrinkled face bearing slaps of time
His eyes barren like a desert starved of rain
Glittering they must be during his prime
Crumbling body holding spirit in chain
His trembling hands resting on knees
Sinking and floating in thoughts deep
Oblivious of dry leaves falling of trees
Looking exhausted from lack of sleep
Unloved by loved ones abandoned by friends
His profile silhouetted like a ship aground
Tired of beleaguered life’s twists and bends
Wishing his soul ascended the chariot Heaven-bound
A loveless life senseless for him
Agony and heartache ceaseless for him
The society appears as heartless for him
A longer living meaningless for him
My heart urged to stop by and greet
His souring thoughts from confines of chest release
The man with love and compassion treat
But alas my tongue isn’t Portuguese
Each day in the morning cold
The snow-haired I found, resting on a boulder
Wearing a coat lusterless and old
With the muffler around neck hanging over shoulder
After absence of few months as I return
I find him no more on the boulder dozed
Like boiling waters in vapor turn
Seeing everything with eyes closed
With spirit in bondage and soul in chain
The picture of despair in a society blind
The symbol of affliction, anguish and pain
The venerable old man I failed to find
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1 A small town in Sintra District in Portugal
Feb.2010
The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life
With his constant companion through all those long days
he'd sit in the sun enjoying its rays
It seemed like for hours the old man had dozed
A faint smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed
The dog licks his hand and emits a faint whine
and looks up at his face as if for a sign
but the man doesn't move, just continues to smile
so the dog lays back down on the floor for a while
The dog gets its ball, lays it down at his feet
but the man takes no notice, just stays still in his seat
He nudges the ball as if he were saying
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you playing"
Then, as if in acceptance, the dog quietly sighs
and looks up one last time with adoring eyes
The dog keeps his vigil through the night 'til next day
ever since, that sad morning, when the man passed away
I am a narcoleptic,
I sleep at any time,
no doubt I’ll drop off frequently
before I end this ………………………………rhyme.
It can be quite embarrassing,
between just me and you,
in the bank the other day
I dozed off in the queue.
As if that wasn’t bad enough
I let out quite a snore,
a real raucous rasper
that left my throat quite sore.
My constant napping problem
has somewhat skewed my fate;
destined to be a spinster,
I snooze on each first date.
There was one special fella
who took me out to dine,
my face was drawn into my plate
as I closed these eyes of mine.
He gave me money for the bill
and stifling a grin
he walked away and whispered
“You’ve something on your chin”
I think I’ll have to end now,
I’m sensing heavy blinks,
I cannot write another word
I need my forty ………..................... winks
** for Nikko's 'Your Snooze, You Choose' contest
I had much to accomplish last Saturday,
But far too many things got in my way:
As always when awaking, I took a pee,
then went to see the emails piled up for me.
I stayed so long, missed boxing class, so then,
I grabbed some food and went downstairs again!
Decided I’d swim laps at 12 instead.
Felt tired, so I lay down on my bed.
Put the TV on; dozed off. Oh my!
Woke up at noon, so skipped the swim (sigh!)
Told myself I’d later use the gym.
Then called my hubbie - talked a bit to him.
Called a sister too and talked forever.
Thought about the gym. I’d get there never!
Decided to do lesson plans and got my book.
Went to the computer, but at Soup I took a look!
Saw some blogs and got involved in those.
Got up to pet the dog and blow my nose.
Remembered I had vacuuming to do
But had to write a poem that was brand new.
Decided that the vacuuming could wait.
Took a bath and readied for my mother/daughter date.
Put on better clothes and got to thinking
lesson plans and gym were off (my heart was sinking).
Happy nonetheless, I drove my car.
Went to my sweet daughter’s house; it’s not too far.
Drove an hour more in pouring rain
just to eat at Maid-rites once again!
Satisfied and chatting, headed south.
Taste of Maid-rites lingered in my mouth.
Arrived in Sandy for a film called Child 44.
Resisted smell of popcorn and the urge to eat once more.
Got home late. The dog was filled with glee.
I let him in the house as he jumped all over me.
My lovely weekend’s nearly gone. What fun. . .
when vacuuming and lesson plans are still not done!
(A list poem written for Sara Kendrick's "What I Accomplished Today" Poetry contest on the following day, Mother’s Day,when I actually finally did the vacuuming and my lesson plans! Nothing like putting things off till the last minute!)
With eyelids shut, old boyfriends of mine kissed
my lips unwhetted, so it’s no surprise
to me the romance in my life I missed
because so many guys just close their eyes.
Those men who pressed like wolves, eyes always closed,
cared not to understand or love my heart.
While making out with them, I nearly dozed!
How rare must be the man who knows the art
of looking long with gaze unwavering
and softly brushing mouth against the cheek,
who gently teases in his savoring
as only eyes and tracing fingers speak.
How sweet the magic seldom loosed in me
by those few gents who simply knew to see.
Sonneteer55/ Dec. 23, 2011
Using my yahoo pseudonym for the "S"
of Sonnet form.
For David Williams' "Romance" Poetry Contest
Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.
'Achilles'- She used to call her son
And he grew up, fascinating like none,
Granny still zealous, planted ardor aboard
His mother gifted him a fervent sword.
Ninja granny took him to a wonderland
Where he was hailed as a warrior grand,
Every day he read of kings in wars
Every night he escaped worldly doors.
That night he was woken by an alphabet
It was an 'A' shivering in cold sweat,
"Achilles our savior, we need thee
To release our inmates and set them free."
Arose Achilles to the land of words
Where stories flew past like birds,
Colored houses of phrases spoken
Missing alphabets from windows broken.
The morning sun made up of a sentence
Pleaded Achilles for their independence,
Leaving A and C all had been caught
Their land left with stories that fought.
Achilles swayed his little gifted sword
Headed to the prison he'd never explored,
Oh what courage flowed in his veins
Passionate to free alphabets of chains.
The prison of punctuation was guarded
By creepy spelling mistakes disregarded,
He fought valiantly and killed them all
Released alphabets from the prison wall.
He met the King of Punctuation Marks
Demanded to know why he fired sparks,
"Achilles the brave! We hail thee
We were ruined by an unknown flea.
But now that you have saved our land
I plead you to let our message expand,
When people in the world pen their tales
Let them punctuate or the train derails.
As long as punctuation stays alive
Their stories will flutter and strive,
Or else mistakes might attack us again
Their follies will make our enemies gain."
Brave Achilles narrated to granny on his way back,
Tired, dozed off dreaming of another exciting track,
He mumbled "Hold on! I come to save the world afar";
Granny closed his book, tomorrow The Alexander or a Czar?
Poet's Note: Experimenting with the funny granny series, this is my first tale. You can read the second one here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ninja_granny_ii_-_exuberant_colors_1261206
May 17, 2020
BRIAN'S CHOICE L ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: 3rd Place
NOT For contest, wrote this on the beach today and realised I'd wrote over the 20 line max, thought I'd post it anyway.
What follows reads like a tall fishy tale
How I nearly died in a force ten gale
I had hired a boat with my family
For a blissful ten days out on the sea.
All was going well and then came a storm
For this time of year it wasn't the norm
Told the kids to get inside; also my wife
What follows is true, I swear on my life.
A lightning bolt hit the side of the boat
I prayed to God that we would stay afloat
Disaster had struck and the electrics blew
And to get safely home I hadn't a clue .
Now all the family were getting frantic
We were adrift and I tried not to panic
I said "We'll be missed help will come along"
Then I could hear it, a beautiful song.
Looked down into the water and to my surprise
Mermaids swimming I couldn't believe my eyes
Seven beautiful girls all with long hair
I was in shock; all I could do was stare.
One pointed to the side at a coiled rope
Was this even real and was this false hope
Then she motioned again and said to throw
They all grabbed a piece and began to tow.
I must have dozed off and the next I knew
We were being helped by the harbour crew
One said "No power, you came to the docks
And how the hell did you avoid the rocks"?.
My family had slept through it all too
The sea was calm now and the sky was blue
Everyone called me hero of the day
Couldn't find words didn't know what to say .
I held back telling them the true story
It wasn't me that should get the glory
I thought of the rope and how we were towed
On boats side it was coiled and neatly stowed.
How can I forget, I owe them my life
Also my two kids and of course my wife
Mermaids are real I hope you believe me
I saw them that day swimming in the sea.
Written 23rd September 2019.
They say I wait for you
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.
They say I wait for you
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged under your weight
They say I wait for you
I’m crazy, are they implying?
I don't launder clothes for you
Just that a half-full load isn't environmentally great.
They say I wait for you
That truth I am denying.
I don't set the dinner place for you
Just love how your plate matches my plate.
They say I wait for you
Why do they come here, prying?
To stare like I'm talking to the specter of you
Don’t they know you dozed off just after you ate?
Written on 05/10/2016
Re-entered for: Contest 'Denial' by Julia Ward
Wake me if I've become stationary,
satiated with the ordinary.
Nudge me if I am complacently numb,
ungrateful and obliviously glum.
Unfold my eyes if they're mindlessly closed.
Wake me from heedless sleep if I have dozed.
5-21-2021
I was playing my Nintendo
controller in my hand
I guess I dozed off
to Mario Kart land
It was Donkey Kong Stadium
I was in the lead
no one could catch me
as I reached maximum speed
Approaching the finish line
I heard a thundering squreech
slamming into the back of me
was my opponent peach
Everything went dark
and when I opened my eyes
I had fallen off my bed
only a dream to my surprise.
Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream,
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream?
Then at the moment I pondered, what and why?
I heard a musical chorus from somewhere nearby.
Though immersed in reverie, I became aware,
it was Nature, I could hear borne upon the air.
Firstly the drumming, of a Woodpecker’s tattoo,
aroused me to ask of myself - what, where and who,
chose this peaceful, summer afternoon to play
harmonic rhapsodies, on this warm summer's day?
Next came the low humming of swarming bees
seeking a new home, in the overhanging trees.
With low-key droning, they enhanced the melody,
and provided basic fundamentals, to the rhapsody.
When a flock of songbirds, added their melodious tune,
I knew I was favoured by nature, that afternoon!
When frogs in chorus added their courting song,
to join Blue Jays shrilling, I knew it would not be long
before others would arrive to add their melodic call
to bestow talents, which would be welcomed by all.
Next Mourning Doves, singing of love in a soft duet,
gave cause to wonder, if perhaps I'd hear a minuet?
At this moment Skylarks, performing an aerial ballet,
reached new heights, in a brilliant, aerobatic, display!
This latest addition to the fast growing choral group
was the ultimate perfection. As members of the troupe
continued unabated, suddenly a clap of thunder heard,
brought the chorus to an end, and every beast, bird,
bee, insect and even the breeze was stayed!
As they all left, I was saddened and dismayed,
for Nature's orchestra that I had heard this day,
was possessed of talents, seldom heard this way.
It left me wondering if it had been a dream,
that I had enjoyed as I dozed by the stream?
But further thought was cut short, as the hush
was a reminder rain approached. So left in a rush!
Rhymer 26th August, 2016.