Best Pajamas Poems
When a ladder leaps like a lady bug
and the patterns turn away
Where the coffee needs an electric plug
now on any given day
Will the sun outlast it’s father
as the field comes round the bend
Till the winds forget to bother
and the season calls an end
Collected like a postage stamp
that's far too sharp to lick
Or a Sunday at a summer camp
just pulling off a tick
Found along some checkered highway
in a bag thrown in the air
Can you count the lonely buttons
that are tangled in your hair
Now I feel the lamp light burning
as the banjos start to wail
When the stars at night are churning
and a comet cuts its tail
Will you stand beside me waiting
for the promises I keep
In the land of old pajamas
that shall find us in our sleep
A housecat,
Orange, Plump.
Stalking dustbunnies
With high ambitions.
Self consumed
With imitations
Of ancestors.
Giant tigers and regal lions
are emulated comically
By this chubby domestic.
The never ending battle
Of the red dot.
Warfare with the feather.
Abushing houseplants with zeal.
Ackward leaps that fall short.
Oh, the irony of the cat,
To whom the livingroom is the Serengeti.
And yet are not the big cats immitating the small?
Even Lions may purr,
And Tigers sleep the day away.
Large teeth and claws
But dreams of peace and litterboxes.
One day
I hope
That every cat,
large and small,
may learn to purr in contentment of their own situation.
This 'Heroic' Crown of Sonnets, I am posting as seven separate Sonnets, for ease of reading. This is written with thanks to a fellow poet, who is most likely too modest to be mentioned, but whose great mastery is evident in everything he writes.
ONE
I come home, and she’s cooking in pajamas,
She’s overjoyed, she’s out of bed, at all!
She handled it with no qvetching, no dramas,
She wasn’t ill, but she was never well…
I smell rice, olive oil, garlic and onions,
She makes food simple, clean, wholesome to eat,
She weekly went to doctors – not for bunions!
She had long, skinny, happy, healthy feet!
I kiss her like I ne’er before have kissed her,
She hugs and lets me hold her by the door…
She dealt with life so wisely – how I’ve missed her!
She had to keep both feet firm on the floor.
I come home, and she’s in her fuzzy jammies,
SO beautiful, and cutting up salamis!
We are wearing pajamas today.
We are super heroes, butterflies, unicorns, and mice.
We have slippers with long rat tails.
Mine are gorillas with red light-up eyes.
One or two have tails.
My zebra suit has lost his tail.
Pulled off long ago,
But do not worry. I am wearing matching underwear.
It is pajama day! Pajama day! Pajama Day!
I sing loudly and proudly, showing off my P.J.s
In throes of ecstasy.
The principal comes to a screeching halt when she sees me.
This was supposed to be for kids.
Yes, I know, I tell her.
Kids like me!
She smiles, and I know all is exactly as it should be.
When I heard about Granny's pajamas
Honest, I started to cry
Yet when I saw her flaunt them
I understood why ~
There's more to Granny than meets the eye
-- An Admirer, April 16, 2021
When snows beset slippers upon the feet,
and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek.
Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions,
that will call for future healing potions.
Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?"
you answer with shivers between blinking.
"I must track this wet to the farmers' fare,
for my beloved a fine meal to share."
"She is demanding but I am in love,
and willing to be to her hand a glove."
The clouds will let loose one more shed of snow,
his nose to run and not feeling a toe.
Now reaching the place of his desire,
his sleeping goddess and a warm fire.
With a full stomach and a look so sweet,
she tenderly held and tickled his feet.
date: 9/30/22
LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL
The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and so sublime
And of course her melody keeps perfect time
I watch her in awe as she wows a crowd
She’ll sing softly or belt a tune out loud
The woman will wail and set your heart afire
And when she’s done it’s another song you will desire
She’s desirous, delicate and quite demure
Yet and still when she’s done you’ll beg for more
“oh please, my sweet” you’ll beseech her to sing
Because she can sing, dance and do everything
Her talent is ambient, her voice so sweet
And with every song she turns up the heat
I watch her wiggle as all other men do too
And with every performance I hear her talent accrue
So if you want the best forget all the rest
Sit back, relax and listen at beauty’s behest
Her voice will ease your sorrow and pain
And as I said, the chick can sure entertain
© 2011.….free cee!
In fuzzy pajamas I drink my coffee
Warm and toasty, cozy
In an hour I will be getting dressed
I cringe as cold street clothes hit me
Settle at my computer
To teach virtually
All the children are wearing pajamas
It is pajama day but no one told me?
I am in my warm fuzzies before my next class
Mrs K has on her jammies!
Yes I do and I wear them the rest of the day
Delighting class after class
I do not own a pair of pajamas
In winter, what do I do
Do I pile on the covers
or do I lie there and shiver
If I leave this to your imagination
you might charge me with sexploitation
So, here’s my secret –
No, I don’t borrow my son’s
What I do is close the window!
It’s off with the clothes
~ On with the skin show
You are still in your pajamas he arrogantly said
You bet your cheeks I am I replied to Old Fred.
This is day six for these bad boys, never say die.
I love being retired and this is a big reason why.
Large fuzzy pajamas with a hood
Used to be for toddlers.
Now I have them.
They are getting rather worn.
My zebra go-to-pajamas.
My husband ordered me another pair.
They are big enough to fit around me, thus
they are about eighteen inches too long.
If you do not know inches they are
The bottom of a man’s shoe plus
The bottom of a toddler’s shoe too long.
I am debating how to fix this.
I love the idea of having feet in them.
My zebra zip up suit does not actually have
The footie part. It is cut off at my ankles.
I think I will pretend I am a knee surgeon,
Cut them off, shorten them, and then
Reattach.
Which makes me wonder.
If I get my knees replaced,
Can we use a 3-D printer and make
me longer leg bones so I can be
Six foot tall instead of five foot two
and a fourth? If I was I would not have to add the fourth.
LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL
The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and so sublime
And of course her melody keeps perfect time
I watch her in awe as she wows a crowd
She’ll sing softly or belt a tune out loud
The woman will wail and set your heart afire
And when she’s done it’s another song you will desire
She’s desirous, delicate and quite demure
Yet and still when she’s done you’ll beg for more
“oh please, my sweet” you’ll beseech her to sing
Because she can sing, dance and do everything
Her talent is ambient, her voice so sweet
And with every song she turns up the heat
I watch her wiggle as all other men do too
And with every performance I hear her talent accrue
So if you want the best forget all the rest
Sit back, relax and listen at beauty’s behest
Her voice will ease your sorrow and pain
And as I said, the chick can sure entertain
© 2011.….free cee!
Chubby little penguins,
Some with hats, some with out,
Sparkling, dainty snowflakes,
Dancing all about.
Welcomed winter charmers,
Brought great delight.
Added warmth and comfort,
To long and chilly nights.
But now that Spring is here,
It's time for them to go,
To hibernate until next year,
With other winter clothes.
3/21/21
(I was wearing my penguin pajamas this morning and this silly poem popped into my head)
Kat’s Pajamas
Make me smile
Though I’ve been around them
For awhile...
for awhile...
Kat’s Pajamas
Stood the test of time
Seven years
And still I… and still I... I...
I love
Kat’s Pajamas
I love
The way they’re so unique
When I see
Kat’s Pajamas
I find it hard…
I find it very hard
to speak.
Kat’s Pajamas
Make me smile
Though I’ve been around them
For awhile...
for awhile...
What is love?
I for one don’t know.
I reach out
To what I wanna hang on to… hang on to... and...
I love
Kat’s Pajamas
I love
The way they’re so unique
When I see
Kat’s Pajamas
I find it hard…
I find it very hard…
to speak.
‘Cause…
Kat doesn’t wear pajamas.
No, Kat doesn’t wear pajamas.
Kat doesn’t wear pajamas.
No, Kat doesn’t wear pajamas.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No pajamas.
I love
Kat’s Pajamas
I love
The way they’re so unique
When I see
Kat’s Pajamas
I find it hard…
I find it very hard…
to speak.
Link to the recorded song: https://bit.ly/383nOf5
I looked down on myself and felt irritated.
I have looked better, less like a hag
This past week I have been wild looking.
My hair makes Einstein’s look tame.
Am I really this hunched over?
My great-grandmother had a humpback
She looked at the floor wherever she went.
I have always been sway-backed but this is worse.
I am flat on my back on a couch
Wearing my zip up zebra pajamas.
It is almost eleven a.m.
I see my eyes roll, making fun of my spirit feelings.
If I had known I was going to see this debauchery
I would have stayed in body, rather than travel to the ceiling
This is my most memorable out-of-body viewing.
I resolve to zip back in and get myself dressed, and viable.
WHAP! I hit my chest with a ridiculously loud smack.
My eyes flip open and I begin breathing double time.
I get up and wander into my bedroom looking for clothes
Five days in zebra pajamas is five days too long.