No Time to Take a Doze
All my dreams should start coming true,
And depending on vast point of view,
Another poem will be in the making
Being outstanding and breath-taking.
At times, life seems short yet still so sweet,
And soon when both our minds may meet
By England will be seduced and induced
So many more poems may be produced.
Thorough out all times has been history;
Much of it a mystery meant for me
To produce poems which will explain
Why rain mainly stays in the plain.
Even if cold it had continued to be
I would still want to go back and see
All about British Isles I did adore;
So sad part of it I had to ignore.
Hope to return back again one day
And this time much longer shall stay
And only heaven and God both knows
In England there's no time to take a dose.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Categories:
doze, travel,
Form: Couplet
Afternoon Doze
I´m looking at a blinking icon on a white screen
I have spent an hour in a state of bliss and
not feeling the need to do anything other then
to enjoy the calm. Afar I hear a cement mixer
rumble let it resound it only makes my peace
deeper but I´m aware of a dog´s bark outside
the front door it is soft bark wants me to open
the door and give it a slice of ham or a cuddle.
I do that, and the dog walks away….happy.
There was a time when I thought I had to be
active all the time not allowing calm, thinking
It was laziness. A white screen but I could not
resist filling it with words to remind me of how
good silence can be and how easily it can be
disturbed by a ringing phone snapping my mind
back to the mundane.
Categories:
doze, freedom, humorous, life,
Form: Blank verse
The sermon was dull, the church was warm,
Grandpa Smeltzer was snoring up a storm.
Every once in a while, he'd give a snort.
The young lads were counting his snorts as sport.
Grandma Smeltzer gave her man a poke,
"Why'd you do that woman?" loud words he spoke.
The pastor ignored them and kept up the drone
Reading the scriptures in monotone..
I looked around, and others were nodding.
Some jerked awake after gentle prodding.
"It's a sin", said I, "That grown men
Can't stay awake for the last amen."
Then we closed our eyes as we started to pray
And I just couldn't help it, mine stayed that way.
For the Snooze or choose, contest.
Placed 11th
Categories:
doze, funny
Form: Light Verse
The Soup kitchen's queue are in line .
The economy , banjaxed and dyin' .
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.
I called up my banker , by chance .
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance .
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants .
No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen .
For between us , we hadn't a bean .
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen " .
The dessert trolly started to shake .
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak .
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break " .
I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met .
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get .
Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest ....
Categories:
doze, funny
Form: Limerick
A new man I am!
2 hours dozing....
My brainmatter no longer oatmeal,
More in the consistency of rice krispies
Categories:
doze, adventure, allegory, angst, funny,
Form: Bio