Best Slept Poems
Slept with dreams
To awake with reality
Quickens the heart within
To be in dream again
Being teased with skin
Caressing soft petal lips, drench in dew
Touching softly
Wetness desires
With tender whisper winds, blowing softly against your skin
With goosebumps tingle, lay in dream
Let finger tips trace your silhouette -
with tips on your lips, parting for a kiss
Dream to be swept up, in love
Feel the temptations, flame below
Let thoughts caress the mind losing control
Feeding your ecstasy
Slept with dreams once more
I slept beneath bridges, I ate from the trash
I begged outside diners at night and in day
No home to go to, no belongings, no cash
And picked up the leavings that folk threw away
I baked in the heat, I froze in the cold
I weathered long winters and welcomed the spring
Wanting some comfort before I got old
Wanting some care so much more than some thing
Then one day while I lay outside a pub
The swells of the smells coming out strong
In want of a drink or a morsel of grub
Through swinging doors a man came along
My muzzle nuzzled the man and his bag
He ruffled my fur, my tail gave its first wag
The sun is up, the sun is yellow, shining bright.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular.
Where there should be peace, it’s high noon.
A breakdown in communication, shrieking bars.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular,
until an itching trigger finger got caught in its snare.
A breakdown in communication, shrieking bars,
teeth bared between tumbleweed growth on worn face.
Until an itching trigger finger got caught in its snare,
the peacemaker slept with his stetson over good eye.
Teeth bared, between tumbleweed growth on worn face,
an enemy with a singular task approaches his foe.
The peacemaker slept with his stetson over good eye,
a scarred patch could see past the dusty row.
An enemy, with a singular task, approaches his foe,
notorious with two-fisted cannons to smoke him.
A scarred patch could see past the dusty row,
his hearing, respectable - comes recurring nightmare,
notorious with two fisted cannons to smoke him.
A red-tailed hawk tattles on the uncuffed catalyst.
His hearing, respectable - comes recurring nightmare.
Where there should be peace, it’s high noon
A red-tailed hawk tattles on the uncuffed catalyst.
The sun is up, the sun is yellow, shining bright.
People have learned it is okay to be themselves
They no longer have to follow their parents or any dogma
They can make up their own religion, and no one cares.
People watch television twenty-four hours a day now.
Children can be disrespectful to their parents,
And it is normal. No one says anything until they get
So out of hand they have to be jailed, usually about age eighteen
When their mamas cannot “save” them from their bad choices any more.
We have computers in our houses, and we have something called Internet
Which means dictionaries, Thesaurus and world books are out-of-date, not used.
No one knows what RSVP means any more. Teachers call in sick now on Mondays.
No one keeps a job for twenty-five years; twenty-five months is the norm.
We have been to the moon, and we have mooned each other at football games.
Women are tattooing their arms, legs, backs, and piercing their navels.
Lots of people can work out of their houses and never have to socialize with others.
Electronic devices keep us entertained, so we never have to speak to each other.
Most people do not cook anymore because we run out to a restaurant all the time.
Some families do not even keep food in cupboards; we could eliminate kitchens.
We fell into the Twilight Zone in 2020 with a virus called the Corona 19.
Schools, restaurants and bars were closed by Marshal law. More on that later.
a notch higher
above the head ovoid
grazing the crown chakra
a moist ethereal implant awakes
signalling embodiment of transcendence
within the aspect of consciousness immanent
the happenstance pleasantly occurring in the night
animates bliss fixated at the fontanel for an hour
somewhat like the hand of God on our head
wherefrom other nodes too imbibe grace
silently honing the Sahasrara portal
readying us for what’s to come
Terror filled me ere I slept,
Horrors loomed behind closed eyes.
I recalled Your promise kept;
Darkest visions turned to peaceful sighs.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
(For the ‘Lind30’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
2/4/22)
I sat at a table
It was a table for one;
There was a mirror
And a pay phone
Seated at the head,
They had all brazenly said:
"This, is ahead of its time"
- Then someone with an agenda
Started forming the lines,
Behind ulterior motives
To be the first to capitalize.
And pretty soon,
With the grand accessories
Of these mock identities,
We were all just living cartoons;
While our petty self-image
Obfuscated the truth
- There was only one presence,
Beneath the mask of our skin,
An emptiness of being,
Void of existential meaning.
Within the inner circle of youth culture,
Someone passed through
Something was familiar; nothing seemed new...
...Not to sound jaded by age
- But I've seen more recent advancement
In the Police State
Than I have in the common man as of late
- I guess some things really do never change?
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VII
In the interim be quashed, my pangs
The process should be sore slow.
I will do it gallantly; wicked empire
I will kill her in small installments
Tick!
When the Shepherd Slept
There was a tired shepherd who fell asleep
With no one else who could tend to his sheep
The sheep were delighted, freedom in reach
Followed the leader and away they sneaked.
Frolicking sheep, each having fun galore
Walking for miles over fields, hills and moors
Then came the sunset and night became dim
Slowly they realised freedom was grim.
They grew hungry and went in search of food
But couldn't find forage and became subdued
It was difficult and the sheep couldn’t sleep
As they were pursued by some ghastly beasts.
So tired and weary they wished hopefully
To be back in the sheep fold of safety
They realised they need their shepherd's care
For love, food and shelter that's always there.
When the sheep had almost lost every hope
A familiar face came over the slopes
It was their shepherd and all ran with glee
Euphoric he’d shown eventually.
They vowed they'd never run away again
It wasn’t worth the havoc, sorrow or pain
Then the tired hungry sheep with baa baa bleats
Thanked God for shepherds who watch o'er their sheep.
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24th February 2023
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I Slept with a Female Mosquito..... By Peter Onyancha
(part I)
I Slept with a Female Mosquito.
Waking up, Good morning, but goodness!
Stupid lewd fly; family of the blood sucker
Fretful, I study the plumped mosquito
My science talks to me, unfaltering
My eye bulges and I nod, I see, I understand
Pretentious snout, proboscis, piglet wishes, I nod
Crooked legs, Ague grass hopper
Supporting a red load, Oh lord
Overladen rotund raw bottom, I see
Drooping head, like a sniffer dog
Satisfied silence, night accrued quietness
Anopheles! I scream –
She clutches tighter on the net; what next?
The scandalous vampire, ague hawker
A female mosquito, Anopheles
I lay flat, you lay fat
Goiter! I slept.
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part IV
I have gone gnats!
My residual blood is boiling and bubbling
Whole frame sweltering and shuddering
Discolored rage – lend me some wrath
Should I or should I not,
Read her the riot act?
Does she know me any well –
A P.S now; been senator
Been governor, been chief, been prompt
In every cabinet
A minister here, a commissioner there
A chairman here, a spokesman there
A director here, Acting vice president
Do you know the cost of my person?
To accost fester and feast!
Madam Ambassador, speak for your people
The swarm is listening, whiz
That’s the envoy’s mark, man
Unswerving agenda, schemata
Trade, communiqué, summit, matrimony, prospects
Bilateral rep, the diplomatic proxy
Speak for them, gnat
State your mission, miss.
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VI
Me
I know you well; yes I do
The leader knows: I deal with data
Stagnant water and you stagnate
Consort zone of your flock
Lazy laying folks, playing, waylaying, injecting
Laying, playing, waiting, injecting, playing….
This sinful singing will break
A new song will sound, jubilee beckons
Tribute to your era erased
Just wait a small second this time
You’ll be gone; just hold on
Let us get back from this beach
And you will respect us; we, the voices
Choices of the people
I Slept with a Female Mosquito
(part III)
Honorable Adjudicators.
How did she enter? Anopheles!
Oblivious, she trailed me?
To my chamber, stalker – to my bed, bawdy
Sneaked in my quilt
Skirting –
The radar of my eye
The aerials of my ear
And the tax of my hand
So, she, at the dead of the hour
Far from the clock
Infesting, invest in –
My ears, my lip, my neck, what pleasure!
How did she? I long – how long did I entertain her.
In my still time, comatose slumber; torpor.
I scrutinize the net; intact – tight, that night.
Edge to edge, head to head, end to end
There were no moles. The net, bridal new.
Anopheles! And you think I will let you go?
Scot free! Unpunished! Shame!
Part of my bloody pint in her.
A Permanent Secretary
I Slept with a Female Mosquito
(part II)
Thoughtless, it perched
The hollow leech, insolent bloodsucker
Sardonic radiation of the red mine; mine!
Psychedelic distress; wily mistress
She, nude, proudly poses pregnant
With my blood! I am drained
My blood. Myself. My! Fever
What’s my blood group, thief! I have no idea…
Where did you bite, vampire! My body itches…
Touched the jugular? Flying carnivore –
How many jabs administered, Anopheles!
Silence; mute, not a word, something is long!
Very long; That’s not bright. Wrong –
This fellows don’t respect the Permanent Secretary
A P.S! … what treatment, a P.S!
In a retreat, at the beach; I will not retreat
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part V
Anopheles! I, take my sanity, gaze at her.
Evil alter ego and Calvary spar; right in my heart
Crash her, splash her
Red birthright on the white.
Yes. A dense dark mark of her red. No – my blood
Yes, my blood and I’ll be glad.
Walk tall and yell Eureka. Spilt from the bucket!
Killed a quito dead. She dared touch me at night.
The demented pest! Decimated.
Appraised; The PS did it!