COUNTING SHEEP
Mike the mouse tossed and turned in his bed
with visions of furry sheep in his head
but instead of sweet dreams
he heard their loud screams
as they chewed on his favorite bread.
So if you can’t sleep, take a cue
from Mike, his sheep, and all the ewes.
Just laugh and don’t fret,
You'll find no regret,
For dreams can be silly, it’s true!
©Sara Etgen-Baker 2025
There once was a man who found sleep
Through enumeration of sheep.
Not those in his head,
But roaming instead,
He’d census the sheep in his keep.
Last night, I had to shoo me away some sheep.
Having to count 'em was keeping me from falling asleep.
Tonight, I do battle
with a big herd of cattle
that somebody, I’m sure, has prayed the Lord to keep.
Breathing, counting, don’t ignore the basiC
cover up if you sleep commandO.
“Monster mosquitoes masticating” in your bayoU.
“Disquieting dreams” can be so meaN.
“Properly prostrate” on the mattress - don’t siT
and stare, nor stress, nor sweat like you’re a tsunamI.
One, two, three - begin with “dire determinatioN.”
You might imagine “wooly wonders” as you sinG.
Peaceful, quiet rest as you atone and blesS
each pastoral lamb in the shadow of death husH,
your breath, halitosis mixed with lemon and limE.
Forget everything and everyonE.
In no time, you’ll be fast asleeP.
9/29/2022
During midnight hour thoughts run deep
into my mind anxiety creeps
world is quiet silence reigns
Eluded by sleep yet again.
Dark night does not comfort me
Worries gather I did not foresee
Fretful night there's no shuteye
Toss and turn impatient sigh.
Restless bed feeling dire
Mired in misery very tired
Decide to make tea and toast
Really is beyond a joke.
Back in bed longing for sleep
Time perhaps to count those sheep
Dark curtain fell on weary brain
Then sadly it's time to rise again.
Pixabbay image by: Conmongt
Maybe I need a Doctor;
Therapy session wasn't enough to get me proper.
Bring me the best singer;
All these lullaby can't heal my insomnia
Why leave?
Why have you done that to innocent me?
You didn't just left my heart with a hole,
You went away with my soul.
I feel like I'm overdosed on Hallucinogens,
Because every night I'm having bad dreams
What are these things?
What have you done to me?
I need piliton,
Maybe you used love portion
then you left, While you enjoy with your next
Your X is on bed Counting sheep to get rest.
We Had Been Counting Sheep
For Washington were counting sheep;
Record would creep and then be steep;
Batting great,
As of late,
And series playoffs they would sweep.
Sound familiar?
Jim Horn
Counting Sheep So I Can Sleep
I continuously am counting sheep;
Praying that God will let me sleep;
Wife ignoring;
Started snoring;
Woke me and said I better not keep.
Jim Horn
Still Counting Sheep
Mother please won't you not weep;
Dad is in sky where God does keep;
Who we do love;
He is now above;
We are still here counting sheep.
Jim Horn
Like sheep being led to the slaughter,
I became one of the herds daughters,
just blending in with the sheep people,
I ended up becoming known as a sheeple,
Believing everything the elite told me,
I went walking blindly with my herd constantly,
not wanting to discern for myself the truth,
worried the herd would think I was uncouth,
Nevermore wanting to think outside the box,
my individual thinking locked up with locks,
my sheep tv does all the thinking for me,
not caring or realizing that I'm getting fleeced.
2-16-17
Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep
Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap
Thought I might as well rise
Stead of giving it a try
Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!
His whole flock was in the field as He watched from above
For in His heart they have been sealed by His great love
And there they would graze as a very big part of their day
The Shepherd in all their days until one up and went stray
In knowing the others were okay He looked for the one lost
Not able to hear what He'd say would come with certain cost
Predators would soon come and inside he had reason to worry
And the sheep being so dumb and everything looked so blurry
But he suddenly would hear the shout from the Shepherd
He heard His Voice so clear and he knew that exact Word
Shooting off he went running as fast as he possibly could
For that is what the Lord meant that each of us also should
You will know His Voice for His Spirit He has placed inside
It's your freewill and choice but the sheep ran to His side
The dumbest animal of them all as you see God's humor
Don't be the one to miss His Call in closing shut that door
Walking fine lines
With rough rhymes
Not running after
Mega bucks dollar signs
Talking to that lazy duck
Father time
Hit the snooze button
To my nine O'clock alarm chime
Sleepy realms still swirling in my head
Bikini dreams surfing on my water bed
Days like this make me grateful
To be alive and not dead
Starting to smell roasted coffee
Bacon and toasted bread
I'm greeted by a country breakfast spread
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fails to make me sleep
I count the stars in vaulted heights
that through my window peep
Then lullabies from up on high
bring my soul to rest
In dreams I fly across the sky
in slumber's peaceful quest
----
Related Poems