Draining Poems

Sleep Thief

Once again, sleep evades me
Weary and worried, I lie awake
Struggling to quiet my anxious mind
The relentless 'why's' and 'what if's'
And the self-deprecating thoughts stealing my slumber

A complicated dilemma and a tough choice
An outcome and a consequence
Does my head know best?
Why does my heart feel otherwise?
Not sure the odds are in my favour

I continue to toss and turn
Feeling uncertain and ill-prepared
Exhausted eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above
Time is about to run out 
Both on my deadline 
And my night's sleep

Draining Triples

Phoenix guard Devin Booker 
Is a three-point sharp shooter.

Fear Is Draining

Swallowed fear down my throat 
In the whirlpool of my stomach 
Striking lighting in my chest 
Sending earthquakes along my skin 
Hair stands on end. Alert.
Fear. 
Draining.
Fears a draining thing. 
A fight for my sanity against evil that doesnt exist.
Labored breath fills the room 
That slams into darkness 
I.cant.breathe. 
A stale room filled with the scent of my own tears and sweat. 
Is this what dying is? 
Am i dying? 
Living?
Im living each day with another panic attack 
in my mind,
 im breaking.
I cant stop shaking 
I just wanna go home 
To simpler times 
Wanna rewind 
A place where everyday isnt dark 
But instead light is shining 
Where i wake up in the morning without 
Fear.
Fear.
Fear is draining

Draining Our Spirits

Like an open wound
That won’t heal
The current political situation
Bleeds out…
A hemorrhaged polarization
Inside a malignancy of lies
Draining our spirits
  —of all life giving faith

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Draining

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Feeling
Not so well
Draining
My brain
I’m dreaming
Away again

Outside Was Raining Then Draining

Outside Was Raining Then Draining

While we had watched it outside raining;
Wondered where it would end up draining;
Stable level obtain, 
And then maintain;
To make more changes needs explaining.

Jim Horn

Guess it could even apply to a swamp,
And to lower level may have to stomp;
On  both knees,
Had to squeeze;
May add more circumstance and pomp.

Jim Horn

Horn Draining Swamp Poems

Horn Draining Swamp Poems

Bristol Stomp To Drain Swamp

After having been doing the Bristol Stomp,
Depressed after on were starting to romp;
Never would wait,
Or did evaporate;
Dimwits and fools started draining swamp.

Jim Horn

Development Was Revolting

Development was really deeply revolting;
Out from deep swamp did come bolting;
What we would dread;
They started to shed;
Stopped laying more eggs and are molting.

Absentee Ballot from Bo Peep

Were being back in swamp that was deep,
Politicians had started being a big creep;
Danced all around,
And would astound;
Stole absentee ballot from Little Bo Peep.

How are these for starters?

Jim Horn

Draining

Darkness overcomes the light 
Draining the dew from the sun 
Alone with my heartache I fail 
 
Memories blow hard surrounded 
The twinkles have lost their shine 
Words uttered have been silenced 
Trembling   I await my final fate 
 
Shadows slip off into solitude 
Laden lies another storm
My mind hums a dreaded tune 
But my soul still marches forth
 
Winds rest now  for I am weary 
These arms can not hold on 
Restore her to the way she was 
Let distant desire lead her home

Draining the Swamp

Dear Donalds and Fans Thereof

I suppose by now you have noticed
there is an unfortunate difference
between draining the swamp
and becoming the swamp.

Swamp life promises fast thrills
but delivers slow and sure decomposition,
decay,
dissonance,
despair,
loneliness at the sadly shared bottom
of the top.

But, the swamp is also rich with creolization opportunities,
polycultural seductions and fertility,
cooperative marshes
trying to breathe
underneath our oil slick
toxic ego-incorporated politics.

To drain the swamp
we must first notice
we have become swamped.

To drain the Trumps
we must first notice
we have become trumped.

Emotionally Draining

emotionally draining 
distressing encounters
became the norm
highly emotionally 
volatile situations
would erupt with
or without any 
probable cause 
try as i might 
i was never able 
to douse the emotionally 
driven flames

Draining the Ocean

I’ve suppressed so much inside of me, positive and negative.
The accumulation has grown to the size of an ocean.
However large I protect it discreetly, with great precision and intensity.

This creates a dilemma, now that I feel God leading 
me into a place of greater expression, a place
that will lead to the draining of my coveted ocean.
In this place the days of the small, sprinkle-sized expressions 
come to an end

I’m scared of this place. 

If my ocean is drained you will see who 
I really am - that is my biggest fear.

My mind hates this, but my Spirit knows I 
need this

It’s all so crazy, but if God is truly behind this I know He
is not the author of confusion.

With that said, I guess it’ll all just have to make
more sense as my coveted ocean drains….

Draining the Reserves

I used to be much nicer.
I once was really sweet.
I’d smile at every stranger
I’d cross paths with on the street.

But as I’ve aged, I’ve noticed
All that charm in my reserves
Has evaporated, since so many
Folks get on my nerves.

Like the pushy, the obnoxious,
Those too loud or dense or rude – 
They’ve demolished my demeanor
And displaced my attitude.

There’s a reason older people
Turn cantankerous and cross
For experience drains patience,
Which is everybody’s loss.

Draining Experience - Flying the Coop Contest

Been eating medusa dates
Lovely fat juicy ones
I ate and ate them
Oh my they were so good
Why does my stomach feel *****
I thought the next day 
Oh my! to the bathroom I ran
and sat , and sat and sat
Dare not leave, was in a quandary
The estate agent was calling in an hour
My mam needed a price for probate.
The smell lingered , Febreze Air, or the external fan
Couldn't remove it.
The doorbell went, I went out the back door
Left my mam to apologise, to this day
I do not eat fresh dates. 
Beware of things fat and squiggy nice to eat 
Can lead you into a foul smelly time.

Penned 29 April 2015

Draining

As the rain bounces off the cold hard concrete
Such a dark and gloomy grey making the sun so discreet
Wet weather washing whether we like it or not
Praying for sun to come and dry the drizzle we fought
When it rains it pours and the thunder it roars
Short flashes of fury lighting up the indoors

A trickley tap tapping as the house cat is napping
Flapping her tail furiously at the thunder that's clapping
Tic turns to toc from the slow unyielding clock 
As we talk of how time is taking two times the length to mock

From a long hollow gaze out the window we see
A beam of broken light breaking through the misery
A drop of the heart and hope is regained
A calming stillness as our worries are drained

Draining of a Life

She thought she would grow green in the sun,
              Branches spreading sweetly in the garden,
              Suddenly she was wrapped with pain from failing dreams

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