Best Sleepyheads Poems

Grandma, The Farm And The Silent Young Cat

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time...

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Once upon a time when I was a little girl
I knew the sun fairy quite intimately
It SEEMS SO LONG AGO since I was UP EARLY
For day breaks first kiss of sunlight
I bathed in the sparkling dew
and cast gold dust over sun’s first rays
To wake the...

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Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your next of kin, or neighbors you have got
Even for those...

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Yellow pines swaying at base camp,
early October morn greets the avid hunters
with its autumnal briskness, waking any
sleepyheads who are stirring under covers,
generators humming away at varying speeds,
smell of frying bacon and sizzling eggs,
add to the aroma of the great outdoors. 

Pickup trucks filled with camo-clothed...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze, 
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here! 

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence 
growing clear, as sunlight nibbles at the sea wall. 
Artists set...

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Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing

Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting

Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring

Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving  

Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part 
A new day starts...

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These are my modern English translations of Takaha Shugyo haiku and tanka...

hatogata horarete ichiju haya mebuku

A single tree
with a heart carved into its trunk
blossoms prematurely
—Takaha Shugyo, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

dôkefuku nugazu tentômushi no shi yo

Still clad in its clown's costume—
the dead ladybird.
—Takaha Shugyo,...

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I hand you an apple, and you are off
on a delightful spin of possibilities.
The first thought is identification,
the next, perhaps, one of degree.
Do you wish to eat it now , or might it better
adorn the fruit bowl on your table
--but those are only two. ...

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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is offered,
daily...

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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is offered,
daily...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle 
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle, 
nibble, drink their tea and chatter, 
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered 
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit, 
rum is offered, 
daily bread, and...

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Mistleaneous
			
			Children waiting, contemplating;			
			tree lightings; reindeer sightings;			
			decorations; toy donations; 
			food galore; help feed the poor;		
			evergreen; Nativity scene;
			cookies baking; baby's waking;
	    		Church at midnight; candles bright;
		 	presents wrapped; wallet's tapped!
			Lights out; Santa's about;
			each door is locked; no chimney's blocked;  
			parents sleeping; no peeping;...

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When you hear the whippoorwill
and cricket on the window sill.
When tree frogs chirp their merry song
you know then it wont be long
until the fairies play

When sunlight fades to softest hue, 
and flowers bathe in dew,
and Sleepyheads in Sandman’s care
retire in magic, nightly air.

They dance and...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as sunlight nibbles at the sea wall.
Artists set their easels, hotdog vendors...

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...inspired by T.S. Eliot

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy...

Continue reading...