Best Overslept Poems
Have you ever given thought on how language impacts you,
good or bad it all depends on the words you ruminate & chew
be careful what you choose to expel when your mouth spews
for it can either bless someone or wound, bet you never knew
that one can learn to ponder words and usher without blurt
do not speak on angry terms for all it does is bring more hurt
when the sun go down, tuck away hostility and don't be curt
make sure you care enough not to pill, rampage, or blurt
words can be a sanctuary to go to when no one seems to care
they can be a respite from that cruel world, your Lancelot dare
don't let the light of the stars cease to shine because of a flare
be slow to roll that pearly tongue, even slower to make it blare
not everyone thinks like you, wrong and right is only a concept
so don't bully your opinions on others and make them feel inept
please don't yank words out, it would be best if they overslept
good bedside manners are essential, it cannot be windswept.
July 10, 2021
We decided to be elegant
Have breakfast outside on the veranda
A gorgeous Florida day
Where is mom?
Our mother asked.
No one knew.
What is a toaster doing on the table?
Daddy asked.
No one knew.
Where is grandma? I asked.
Maybe she overslept, Mom said.
Dad said, “As if we could be that lucky!”
Grandma had kind of invited herself.
She is a big nut and keeps us happy.
We three kids love it that she came.
“Hey! What’s this?” My six-year-old brother asked.
A sign that said, “push me!”
He pushed the down lever.
Grandma came popping out of the toaster
Once again delighting us kids
And mortifying our parents.
Best trick ever!
I've done it again, I've overslept
I've failed to finish my homework
I've missed so many classes
that I can't recall which room
that I am supposed to go to
and maybe I'm on the wrong floor
and oh god the wrong building?
and besides they all look the same
and besides the last time I found it
all the seats were taken...
The semester is almost over
My attendance is still required
or there will be some sort of penalty...
(Tuition is so expensive, son
Why waste it, why throw it away?
Now your brothers and sister...)
The hall is empty and endless now
I'm running and sweating now
The whole class is waiting now
The teacher is waiting now...
I've already flunked his course
but still have to take his exam...
The bell screams and the doors slam shut
Once again they have started without me
Once again I'll be marked absent
when they call the roll...
Quickly wake up, shower and shimmy
You're late for work and kids for school!
Eventually arriving, settling into the routine
Suddenly you realise you forgot something at home!
All's a mess, again you overslept!
Traffic's just crazy, your hairs a disaster
Barely time to breathe, let alone eat!
Afternoon pickups, late for hockey practice
Its homework and laundry, then off to bed
Awaiting the bustle that's sure to aggravate!
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The Emote Monologues Series
by Ashleigh Chaka
The steps in my mind
Dear....
l have written this with due diligence that it gets to you quickly,
For you are the only person that l can talk to,
l have been having too many headaches,
l just feel there is some dodging footsteps in these membranes,
l know l am sure
You know l just don't make use of my emotional diagnosis,
Which l have conformed to now and again,
Connoted by the fidgeting of my skull,
My mind surely has become a race course,
l hope you forgive me for not trusting people and for being so silent,
These slight bolting thoughts have been piercing my mind,
Confronting my mother being the quickest to the courageous line,
Wondering if her decisions in life were ever imbibed with my happiness,
If she was ever cognizant of what l wanted...
Maybe l overslept on my grandmother back and missed my alarm,
l have been so certain...
...that maybe lam the sacred orphan with both parents,
...l do not know who to blame for these feelings,
l end up being lost in the maze in my mind,
Well twenty-four years of her absence in my life may have eroded her mother-ness to me?
Too many questions acquiring of my thesis,
l have tried all sorts of discussions with my mind,
But to no avail,
Perhaps you can come into this discussion
What happens if the priceless gift you have in life...
Wakes up the other morning with a price tag??
...Only embedded with the worthiness only equal to our respect?
...Every time l try to resolve this and heal my self,
...the other step in mind steps right on the toes of my angry thoughts,
This is what l have been going through...
Please exonerate this blood pressure...
it's these steps in my mind serving this swollen requisite,
Now l can't move on like always,
Even my legs have had enough,
There are swollen...
Shame for some...
... a misconception of Blood pressure.
Well dear ....
Family pressure.
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steps in my mind
Ashleigh Chaka
Fate intervened on this day
I overslept... missed my train.
Find out about the rail crash -
Not a soul survived.
7,7,7,5 checked with how many syllables
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Funny Kids Love Lucy
A few inches pup lay comfortably in
In my tiny daughter's palm
Wooly and cuddled a sweet polka dot
A gift from my sister with so much of awe
A string round her neck embossed JINU'S LUCY
Jinu and Lucy the inseparable two
Grew leisurely in queens sized bed
Milk for both but Jinu overslept
Discomforted Lucy nibbled her ears
Scot Jinu off to her school with bag
Rambling through the store Lucy the mistress
Licking off soles on smelling footwear
Pulling down tablecloths to dust off left overs
Surveying with each measure
Some cooked right and others a hard bite
A house full in the evening with Jinu And Lucy
Playing with ball or hiding behind screens
Panting with Jinu's antics to make her jump
Nutty honeyed biscuits after running full score
Mother's knitting basket was Lucy's respite
War cry in the garden bringing Jinu a running
Squirrels scrambling birds fluttering
Whiskers up with Lucy's lungs blaring
Licking paws at victories won
Jinu and Lucy a lifetime companionship
September 18, 2015
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Deprived (sleep)
The small green light
on the radio dial...
glares at me in the dark.
It is like a lazar light show going off.
I threw it out the next day.
I bought a new one,
and went on my way.
Night came,
and I went to bed.
My head heavy, my body tired.
I turned out the light,
and the red light,
came right on.
It was a giant, glaring sign...
gleaming "No SLEEP"
at me,
you see.
I unplugged the evil box,
and threw it out the window
of the second floor.
Then I shut the door...
and went back to bed,
my head,
heavy... and tired.
I overslept.
Morning sun rays touched the window seal,
and all I could feel was free.
I did not want to work today, anyway.
Strips of pale silken scarf
On the soft crimson light
Spreading from land to sea
After the blackness of night
Amid sighing moonstone of seeded saturn
A crow is crowing to break up the pattern.
Kanya Kumari high monarch’s maid
High colour in her cheeks of sunset
And a foamed white set in her face;
Her father departed for the Kailash parbat
To find the fair maiden a suitable match
And found Shiva there meditating
Which the heavens chose as her consort.
The gods became nervously worried
That in case the pretty maiden married
Who will kill Raku the demon?
With his jostling gestures at large
Sowing the dreaded terrors in all
Because the maiden full of beechen blooms
Could cast a spell of beauty over demon alone
And kill him without any weapons thrown.
The marriage was then fixed
For some hour of the midnight
And Shiva waited in his dark cavern
For the auspicious time to arrive.
But gods took shape of a cockerel
Which darted and crowed at midnight
With calls awash Shiva became agitated
And cursed himself for being overslept, vegetated
As the morning has come, he has betrayed the maiden
Sorrowful he left forever, under the clouds gloom laden.
Kanya Kumari waited for her consort
But alas the hour of midnight gone
In her despair she plucked some flowers
And threw it into the sea over the bowers.
Though the horizons are red
After the bloods of the midnight
The maiden still waits there, forever
Keeping vigils over every path in sight.
Kanya Kumari is the goddess of hope
Of drenched patterns, of agitated lore
In elevated hope that ever suspires
She waits forever amid despairs and mires
But glooms are hindered by her bright desires.
Zelda, that tired old witch, she overslept
No surprise, with the late hours she kept
Panicked, Zelda grabbed her broom
Off to scare children she'd zoom
Stores sold out of 'B-r-e-w-m-e-t-h-a-n-o-l' ~ she wept
My cluttered mind
Overslept
Late for work again
Let go
Kids to feed
Bills to pay
Tired, so tired
What to do?
Why me?
Disappointing them again
Repeat
What’s the matter with me?
A teensy weensy lady beetle
A bitty, pint sized bug
Seduced by the tune of an old man’s fiddle
Had went inside and gotten stuck
Her little, feeble, fragile limbs
Supported her spotted frame
Until she found a place to swim
And was sucked down by the drain
A grieving clan of crickets and frogs
Chimed in for a farewell chorus
A saddened toad for every log
Deer in mourning, lined the forest
The biggest, blue-green butterfly
Placed flowers on the front porch steps
For miles and miles, the wolves did cry
A howl for every breath
The following morning was quite a sight
As everyone had overslept
Due to the single saddest night
When the whole wide world had wept
Smoke glaze of Crayola pink
salmons through foamy Colgate
spat from mouth
to porcelain sink in the washroom
nearest the bedroom overslept in this morning.
To look at it, spineless and slow,
amid hunkering swirl
gurgling down to wish on gators,
is to see the frail rivulet percolate
on New Hampshire’s white meadow late in December,
to see it bubble
beneath blood oaths of brothers,
solemnly sworn,
made null by the twist of an axis
wringing the color of life from
tattered red panties
tossed to the tumble of snow-soaked socks
circling like doves through soap and boiling water.
There's not enough coffee for more than 2 per day.
There' not enough ink in my pen and it's only 8 a.m.
There is no time for friendly conversation with so much work to do.
I'm having another Monday - and today is Thursday - sounds like another case of
Workplace Blues.
Overslept and my meeting is at 9.
Got a pink slip because my meter ran out of time.
Walked around all day with unmatched shoes - this is a classic case of
Workplace Blues.
Just got the news that my paycheck is short a dollar or 2.
Just got a call - the boss is looking for me and you.
Just want this day to begin again.
Someone just asked, "Is it the weekend?
I need to escape the Workplace Blues.
Today is the day of my 25th year.
They found out I'm old and grey and need to retire from here.
I'm dressed in my very best and even have a smile that's new.
I'm finally retired from the Woprk place Blues.
No work! Now what will I do?
My Angel Bob is on vacation
That is my predicament and situation
You see for a few thousand years
Hundreds of souls have been in his care
Millions of prayers he sent to Above
Always watching with quiet love
Bob is a Class C angel in 9th Heaven he dwells
You know the one next to Hell
Works all day and through each night
While the demons and devils mock him in delight
He tries real hard to earn his wings
He was up for really important things
Once he was called upon a task so great
But he overslept and he was too late
It seems there was this virgin girl in Israel
An immaculate birth to her he was to reveal
But oversleeping he wasn't able
So God sent down the boastful Gabriel
And than there were these walls of Jericho
Knock them down with a single blow
And than if by choice he lost his voice
So God sent down his thunder
And the great walls fell under
Poor Bob left out cause he couldn't shout
And remember the evil of those two cities
Sodom and Gomorrah a sight not for my pretties
Fire and brimstone he was suppose to rain down
But instead in his pail full of water no orders to drown
So the glory again goes to Gabriel to boast
He burnt those two cities to crispy toast
Back to 9th Heaven on a ladder he must climb
While the demons of Hell mock him in rhyme
Poor Angel Bob even Bill the silly has wings
It seems he helped Joseph intrepid a Pharaoh's dreams
From Class C to B he roused rubbing it into poor Bob's nose
You see Bob was to deliver Joseph's coat of true blue
But he stumbled into a rainbow and dyes it of every hue
Joseph was sold into slavery by jealous brother's schemes
All Bob could say is I hope the boy has dreams
Continued in Angel's Holiday (Part Two)