Written by Gail DeBole
on May 6, 2026
Updated on May 11, 2026
Here I go...returning to REM.
Most of the time, it acts like a friend.
REM deals with feelings that should be addressed
Before they become an unwelcome mess.
Some of the time, REM makes no sense.
Mired in mystery with a hint of pretense.
Other times, using recurring themes
It offers an outlet for feeling extremes.
REM often zigzags through my life's times
And reminds me of moments left behind.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the people my dreams choose to include.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the vagueness my dreams choose to include.
It's true that I only know REM from my dreams.
But it acts like a friend without malice or schemes.
Seemingly unsolvable problems REM solves for me.
Without REM, where would we be?
After a few too many dafter tipples.. verbose boo hoo lachrymose ripples
Ignored baby tears morose fears no lactose from adored mum’s nipples
Hailing glum wailing nonnas not those dumb premadonnas it both cripples
Rum laughter again will numb the rafter of pain...refrain and it just triples
Guttural interval
Buzzing in falls
I don't buzz
I am in bus
What is that mom?
Who are you mom?
Nocturnal removal
Tweeting in walls
I don't reuse
I am in my dose
Where are you mom?
Which one mom?
Hot met? No problem
Drink juice, eat fruits that freshen
Try ice cream Magnum.
I pray He touches my spirit
gives me a dose, a dose of love
I find His joy, I am quite near it
comes down from heaven up above
and then there's all the loving peace
that a peace giver can bring
He thinks so much, so much of me
and so for me the angels sing
The waves lap up against the shore,
A soothing sound that I adore.
I’ve heard this many times before
Yet always, it’s appealing.
Aside from sea gulls, there’s no sound.
Off-season, no one is around,
So when I hear the wavelets pound,
Relaxed is how I’m feeling.
My normal anxious state recedes.
The ocean rules; my mind accedes,
For this is what my body needs,
A little dose of healing.
Each morning I take a full dose of poetry
Reading and evaluating the New Poems List,
I thoroughly enjoy the amount of diversity
Even while shaking my head, you get my gist.
Reading and evaluating the New Poems List
I’m reminded everyone thinks they’re a poet,
Even while shaking my head, you get my gist
Having a way with words, needing to show it.
I’m reminded everyone thinks they’re a poet
Many are not gifted with rhythm and rhyme
Having a way with words, needing to show it,
Before posting, proofread it one more time!
Many are not gifted with rhythm and rhyme
Good poets know these important techniques
Before posting proofread it one more time,
Learn to accept the value of sincere critiques.
Good poets know these important techniques
I thoroughly enjoy the amount of diversity
Learn to accept the value of sincere critiques
Each morning I take a full dose of poetry.
Written November 21, 2022
Come on wake up. It's a new day
Time to work. Time to play
Brush your teeth. Get in the shower
Nice and clean. You have the power
To make the day great and fun
But be nice to everyone
On the web or in person
Don't use hate words or bad cursin'
Enjoy each minute till the day
Slowly starts to fade away
Vaccine is there
Booster dose is
there for Omicron
One day world would be
Free of Covid pandemic
But there is no vaccine
for infected Mindset
Local to Global
Fight is between
Men versus men
Too much of politics
is happening all-around
No morals, no ethics
Everyone is just a vote
Remembered once in 5 years
Power of Right
Need to replace
Power of Might
Value based society
Need to replace
Vulture mindset of society
Dog eat Dog
Need to replace
Humans hug Human
Let R & D happen
Invent Booster dose ....
...of honesty against Corruption
...of peace against disruption
...of harmony against polarisation
...of humanity against terrorism
Save Human and humanity
Else they will be new pandemic
Covid can be won
But humanity pandemic will be fatal
Cause none would be there
to invent a vaccine, booster dose
_____________
© Hitendra Mehta
a cat in deep snow
choose another path next time -
angel in the snow
27/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Broad reach branches, dark scarred where limbs emit
Bounce shade places, host seat of friendship
Parasitic Mistletoe grows yellow finger medicinal cure
Administered in tinctures mixed by druid pure
Ailing then prevaing, seas writhe with full school fish
Activated magic captured unwraps each wish
Ordained as safe keepers for an original environment
Aeromancy conjurs storms, thus alter climate
Warriors tosseling with authority implement petitions
Praised psychic saints deploy predestination
Sigil symbols fester desire for securing forest density
Hydrophants, flaminica consult power of Siri
Circle hospitable to village folk, sitting without seam
Cherishing nature draws them in daos creed
Respectful ring around mother, wizened mighty Oak
Nature maintained deity, optimal aim evoked
17th December
- Celtic champions -
Your wings was spread out to cover me,
like a shield on a battle field you protected me.
That storm came my way so that I couldn't see,
I couldn't see what was before me; the guidance
you gave that led me. On a path the way I should
go, there's no need to worry you always protect thee.
Your love is before me, my King has opened up the
windows heave above me, he dress me with his blessings,
he always provide for thee. I should not want or need of any,
his love is guaranteed to bless me. In his presence he does not
deny me, in the mist of all troubles if I pray honestly from the
heart he shall deliver me. My rock, my King, there's no one that
can break that bond of you and me. My Lord, my God, will protect me.
'Constant Comment?' A breakast tea
~ Poetry Soup with coffee for me
Satisfied in no satisfactory way
I eat my dreaded shredded wheat.
Ugh.
An everyday food bringing me no joy.
A pattern I have fallen into at breakfast
Reminding me of mundane things
Bringing a mean dose of regular into my life.
While I dream of pancakes with syrup
and whipped cream, slathered in bananas
with a dollop of pudding.
Those days long gone,
When I could eat whatever
I wanted, and not suffer.
If an apple a day
Keeps the doctor away,
Just think what a poem can do!
If can open your eyes
To a hidden surprise
Or remind you of something you knew.
Why, a poem can delight
Or assure you you’re right
When it jibes with what you might believe
Or tap into your youth
With a long-forgot truth
That you never thought you could retrieve.
Though it may lack the crunch
Of an apple you munch
Still, a poem may be good for your head
‘Cause I really do think
If that doctor’s a shrink,
He’d advise poems (not apples) instead!
(July 8, 2019)
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