Best Oversleep Poems
Take out the trash on Tuesday and remember the white bags are recyclable;
Don’t mix the trash with the pig food, we’re saving the world;
Put the yard waste on the curb on Friday after you finish pruning;
Don’t oversleep on harvest days;
Be careful, remember we deal with squash, not squish;
Vacuum and cover the pool today;
Take your shoes off before you enter the house;
Always hold the door for the ladies;
Half-naked girls aren’t friendly girls;
Don’t do drugs for they hinder your mind;
Be sure to keep holy on the Lord’s day;
Don’t cuss for this is the infamous cuss jar;
This is how to tie a figure-eight, this is how to shoot a doe;
This is how to treat your lady, and this is how to treat your foe;
This is how you wear your tie;
This is how you plant the seeds;
This is how you chop a fallen pine;
this is how you hoe some weeds;
this is how you talk to Pops and Ma;
This is how to drive your tractor;
This is how to cook a steak;
But don’t fix dinner for God’s sake—you’re not a girl, you know;
Don’t go shopping, go farming;
Don’t do girly things for you are a young man and must become and old man;
This is how you burn the leaves;
This is how you study;
This is how you use a saw;
This how you change the break pads and this is how you build a house;
This is how you work out—you might want to play some sports;
This is how you take care of your wife and your kids;
This is how you change a diaper like a man;
Sometimes it’s okay to lie, or leave without saying goodbye;
Sometimes its okay to skip work to fix dinner for your lady;
This is how you set the table;
This is how to track muddy footprints through the freshly cleaned house when work just wasn’t good today;
This is how you kiss a ladies hand;
But what if the lady won’t let me kiss her hand?;
You mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of guy who a lady won’t let kiss her hand?
Categories:
oversleep, dedication, environment, farm, hero,
Form:
Free verse
All kinds of bills are piling up,
collectors keep on calling me...
making their threatening phone calls;
I would like to unplug the telephone wire
and have some peace at night...
but borrowing money is not one of the remedies!
My car insurance is due by the end of the month,
this paycheck only covers some necessities,
trendy attire and expensive dinners with friends must wait;
God forbid, I do oversleep and I am late...
portion of my earnings is a tremendous loss,
and in deeper waters I'll swim, never reaching shore!
My cell phone is overused and is too invaluable,
it could spare me some headaches on some stranded highway;
I'm thinking of switching to a prepaid one to save me a bundle!
Even my haircut must wait, once a month, not twice;
ah, this economic stress...is really testing my sanity!
What should I do from preventing those embarrassing lawsuits?
Finally, I called on some friends, whose situation isn't that bad,
they said they'd help me...since I helped them when they needed a hand;
interest-free and a long-term loan, and would like to know beforehand:
what I am going to tell those greedy and inconsiderate bastards from my bank?
" Keep your money in the vault, I refuse to borrow it and make you rich;
I have found a better way to improve my financial situation by making you itch! "
Categories:
oversleep, money, people, sad,
Form:
Sestina
Without you, everything I do
loses value every day.
Habitual things that mattered,
yesterday,
are hard to do, today.
Yoga in the morning,
even my daily poetry,
have suddenly lost their meaning,
and I tend to oversleep.
These give the lie to any thought
that I do these things for myself.
I do have some small insight,
even though you are gone but for a few days,
of what a dreadful drain it must be,
when someone's loved one dies,
an enormous black hole that
threatens to pull you in.
But, I know you are coming back,
and what I would like to save,
is the memory of a warm day
in Martinez, while we waited
for the train, of antique shops,
hot dogs and Joe DiMaggio,
a warm park bench where
we watched the joggers
round the park and the trains
all come and go.
Some languid talk,
nothing very important,
but I have a hard time thinking
of time I've better spent,
and feel the tragedy
of our lives, that such moments
are so far apart.
Categories:
oversleep, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Memories are walls
desecrated by graffiti of remembrance
well intentioned people
all around
and me
playing that „warm rabbit“ game
(take a guess who the rabbit is)
it feels like I'm one of those happy faces on Kerouac's road
I feel like an idiot
it has to feel like that when you deliver a piece of self so other can step on it
even though stepping on it was not intended
but
not knowing what to do with it
they just step on it
when mistake acquires a form of face
leave some words unspoken – they taught me
it is nicer to be humanly than fashionably conscious – they taught me
so i just have a message for you: eat ****,
you have devoured all of my cookies anyway so
by academic degree
babbitry of yours couldn't be washed – they failed
when iron clew entangles in your chest
oversleep
it will go away
it always does – they failed
wrist is accustomed on postponement
and I have forced expression
for every urbanely pickled photography
that whore karma laid down one nice slap on my cheek
well
on what is left of it
****
... man is it's evolution
* warm rabbit was notorious practice in jail for political prisoners in Yugoslavia (Goli otok) where when a new prisoner came prison guards would forced prisoners to line up in two rows and new prisoner had to walk through and other prisoners were forced to beat him with any object available until prison guards said it's enough.
Categories:
oversleep, life,
Form:
Free verse
Every morning my heart wakes up to find you. I dash from my bed and put on my slippers. I have driven miles just to see you. Many times with my camera in hand. It’s a love affair that began when I was a little girl. Chasing sunrises and dreams. You never look the same to me. Every morning it’s a new encounter. What will today bring? Will you be dressed in soft orange and lilac? Or perhaps a warm glowing amber? To not see you is to not live. To not see you is to not breathe, for you are my beloved sunrise and you belong to me.
You set my day in motion. You set the tone of the creation. Without your input nothing would be the same. Don’t ever let me wake up without you. If I oversleep please come and tap upon my window pane. Forever friends. You and me. Let us journey once again today. Let us hold hands and see the new opportunities. Laughter and complete silliness to sincerity and warmth. There will never be a friend that brings such calm to my soul as you my beloved sunrise. I tried to snap a photo of you, but you keep moving. Your beauty is too difficult to contain.
Gwendolen Rix
11-4-14
2 Samuel 23:4 * And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises,
A morning without clouds, Like the tender grass springing out of the earth, By clear shining after rain.’
Categories:
oversleep, beautiful, best friend, christian,
Form:
Free verse
My fear is not of Joe with hair of grey, mind in disarray, coherence at bay.
Main concern not about his overall knowledge lack, or how he doesn’t know Iran from Iraq, or cause he wannabe black
My complaint is not the fuel cost rise, nor Junior's highs, I'm not one of THOSE guys...but what IF he dies??
Can't stress enough, when I say this stuff, the dark cloud is rough! Crossing that bridge is tough, beware the trolls down there, my Billy Goats Gruff.
Dress it up and call it 'strong', don't ignore sublime lyrics in her song, you're lost in the rhythm foot tapping along, but it's not right on, it's off and wrong.
I'm all for the melting pot I like fondue, but there's recipes to follow, You. Generations of cookbooks tried and true, anything else I find hard to chew.
Harder to swallow hence we spit, but the foulness remains you nearly choke on it, she leaves a bad taste that just won't quit, not even Altoids can last through term limits
You read the bumper sticker that my car was adorning, but drivers in the left lane tend not to heed the warning, take the wheel and drive yourself stop conforming, try to be so woke but you'll oversleep one morning.
No more hitting snooze or Biden your time cause the time is up. Is Kamala really in the house? YUP! Pessimist maybe but I see a half empty cup.
And going lower like that cup's a sieve, she's gonna set us so far back it'll be primitive, and not like Bedrock but
rock hard to live, not a pretty picture just lots of negatives.
Categories:
oversleep, america, patriotic, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
COSMICALLY DEEP
Did the garden weep
With the ungrateful sweep
Of their covetous hands? Deep
Was the pit of their pickpocket. Sleep
Thought merciful and kind, allowed not a peep
From their rosy lips, where sweet cheeks steep.*
A father took enough of a long leap,
Where the shepherd would tend to his lost sheep,
Absolve them - not harvest to reap
What they sow. Tis too late to stop the creep
Of the garden snake and certainly not cheap —
The stomp of its horny-head, the splintered son in a heap.
Sentient of mankind’s plight, the Son of Man did weep
as his children root in garden beds; and choose to keep
the Adams and Eves, whose restoration, was not dirt cheap.
Behold the Lamb of God did not oversleep!
The earthquake and lightning cosmically deep —
The thunder roll of an angel veep.
He sat upon the lightweight bolder. The like dead men sleep.
As in joyous weep,
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, reap
First, the benefits of glory, not cheap.
As they did run and leap
The Lord met them along the way. They’d keep
His secret, until they’d shake his disciples wide awake from sleep.
5/13/2020
*Here I attempt to paint a picture of a mischievous child
who when fast asleep, a mother sighs, remembering her
love for him (her) once more.
Categories:
oversleep, christian,
Form:
Monorhyme
This is a three part puzzle, with a bonus question- each starting at 10 points, and,
as before, each less one point starting on the second day (starting on Weds.
10/17, at noon, or as each new day's clue is posted, (If I oversleep...), and 30
points are needed to win. As last time, post to my AOL address, and GOOD
LUCK!!! The 1st prize will be the same- a poem written by me on any 1 word,
name, thing, action,etc., However, to win the Grand Prize- A copy of my poetry
book when published in the near future, or, if you choose, the cash-equivalent
prize, payable in tootsie rolls- (3, as calculated by it's value) or (6) Holloween
lollipops...or a vhs copy of a tom bell comedic skit of his choosing...you must get
all 4 parts correct, winning at least 35 points. All awards are final, and the
decision of da' Judge'....Here Come Da' Judge......!! will be considered final,
unless you can insult him into submission.....(oh, hmmmmm, dis' b' gittin'
compleeakated....) Have fun, guys...and "May The Forks Be With You!!!"
Regards, tom bell
P.S.- Contest ends 5PM, Monday, Oct.22nd. And again, submissions draped in a
sense of humor may earn up to 3 bonus points each, if in rhyme form, or
burlesque form. (No contestant stripping allowed in any bizarre desire to
influence da' jugge!)
New Quiz Part No. 1; "It might be related to a hungry person eagerly devouring a
hero sandewich ravenously."
Part No.2; "Adults and tots play with its parts."
Part No.3; "It moves from state to state, but uses neither automobile nor plane."
Bonus Question; "If things go ever more poorly,
"And you can no longer find,
"Your confusion award, you may
"find these two words on your sword."
Go Get'um Soupers!!!...".May the Forks Be With You!!!"
Categories:
oversleep, adventure, computer-internet, confusion, imagination,
Form:
SUN DAY
A
Sun Day
Beautiful
A Pick Me Up
I Sip On My Cup
Suddenly Clouds Appear
Rain Splashes Like Spit On Glass
HailThundersAndHitsTheEarthHard
I Cower
At This Sudden Display
My Thoughts Dampened By Catastrophe
my coffee cup tReMbLeS upon table
brown and creamy waves
lap over the edge
asuddenchill
IMNOTALONE!
a flurry of silver
angels wings like birds
Am I In The Center
ofthestorm
centrifugal force
shoves me to the side
like an amusement park ride
i come crashing down
my hand pushes
against my cup
sPiLLinG
the remainder of its contents
onto a pure white page
I laugh
my imagination sure took a spin
i gaze out the glass
at the gathering clouds
the alarm goes off
did i oversleep
the wind picks up speed
w
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l
t
h
i
s
NIGHTMARE NEVER END
my pen feverish
red ink
sleep
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8/23/2017
Categories:
oversleep, imagination, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Groundhog promised he would never oversleep again.
On February second they sent out the annoying wren.
He could not rouse groundhog from his slumber.
So Mom and Dad went over, in a wagon-lumber.
They made as much noise as they dared outside.
Finally going into his bedroom and shaking his hide.
Groundhog was irritated and terribly grumpy too.
I think it was certainly brave of them, don’t you?
Categories:
oversleep, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking on a tightrope to you
Strung up between high stakes
Much higher than my fear of heights
But my courage needn’t go to war
When my heart knows the path is right
It’s a simple matter of trailing along
Surrounded by temptation on both sides
Hellish devices to torment own mind and
Heavenly sheets to oversleep the days
I stay focused on where my reality lies
It’s merged with all the dreams within your eyes
With your company to gain, falling would be painful
Friends would say, I should stop being so playful
But I'm a fool for love which brings out my quirks
Laughing at my own chances of success
That zero can’t discourage the insane, so I’ll pretend
Before they place me in an asylum by mistake (or not)
I’ll make sure to write this chapter till the end
Though just a destiny’s toy toying with life
Regardless of what fate awaits my world
I’m pretty sure I can do this right by yours
Categories:
oversleep, adventure, crazy, destiny, dream,
Form:
Free verse
It is midnight when I remember a friend is coming early in the morning to play in the studio with me.
I really should go to bed.
Which friend? My husband asks.
They are all the same to him. He does not know them. They belong to me, usually brought home from work.
She is the one who always cancels, I tell him.
I am pretty sure she will cancel.
Six hours float by, and I wake with a start. Should I clean the house?
She always cancels, my muse argues. Agreeing, I go back to sleep.
I oversleep, waking again at 9; she is supposed to be here in twenty minutes.
My heart is pounding.
I grab the cell phone. Look for her cancellation.
A sigh of relief.
She cancelled at 8:23 via text.
Sorry, she says. Stomach flu again.
She has the stomach flu more often than children go to school.
I am relieved that she is consistently unreliable.
Also relieved I did not go out of my way.
I invite her back next week.
It is a game we play.
Categories:
oversleep, friend, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
powers we seek
toys to play with
requires identity
to indulge awhile
in lucid dreams
let’s not oversleep
26-March-2023
Categories:
oversleep, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Alert all night
So to not oversleep
As dawn ended night
My eyes wouldn’t keep
We managed attendance
A moment to spare
But, greeted the entrance
And shrills filled the air
Quickly consumed
By familiar terror
Could we exit the room?
Declaring an error
How could this be
We’d been here before
I considered a plea
knees on the floor
Too many adults
Were staring at me
If I had a pulse
Alone, I would leave
I turned my back
To the sound of her cries
With minimal tact
I made it outside
Another drive home
Just as last time
I feel so alone
My baby, behind
Categories:
oversleep, 1st grade, anxiety, change,
Form:
Rhyme
I was deep into a dream this morning…lost within its fog…when I was awakened rather suddenly by the barking of a dog.
I immediately recognized the bark of our dog Whitman… I should have felt wonderful…although…I was a bit perplexed…you see Whitman passed away so many years ago.
Thinking Whitman woke me up was enough to make me scoff…until I noticed it was later than I usually rise and my alarm had not gone off.
I sat up…now awake and painfully aware…despite his barking to wake me up…Whitman wasn’t there.
When Whitman was alive, you see, each day…just before the sun…the two of us would wake up early and head out for a morning run.
They were more like morning jog and walks…we had no need for speed…sometimes we jogged where I wanted to jog…other times Whitman took the lead.
It was always in the early morning when Whitman and I headed out the door…and in all our years of jog/walking I never knew which one of us loved it more.
But Whitman is no longer with us…no longer here to get up with me before the sun…and as I’ve gotten older I tend to walk more than I run.
So what was Whitman doing inside my dream this morning…barking me awake…I mean I’d know that bark of his anywhere…it wasn’t a mistake.
I am not an expert but I think it’s plain to see…Whitman must still be taking his morning walk with me.
It must be a part of his routine Whitman wants to keep…and so this morning he started barking rather than let me oversleep.
I’ve been blessed with many guardian angels in my life…and I do my best to heed them…because they always seem to show up exactly when I need them.
It was this morning…while in a dream…lost within its fog I realized one of my guardian angels…was Whitman…our old dog.
And as I walked with my invisible guardian angel this morning…composing this very rhyme…I thought to myself after all these years…who knew…Whitman could tell time.
Categories:
oversleep, angel,
Form:
Rhyme