The door jammed fast,
hall too bright..
too awake for proper
rest.
Fulfilled with teaching,
and being taught..
maybe
it's all for the best.
So I'll say my goodnight
this time dream deep,
think I've earned a sleep,
finally get some rest.
Iconoclast, tell me friend
is it easier..
with
sex,
and drugs,
and rock n roll?
What if I tell you, life's easier
without?
Oh, okay maybe just a little
(rock n roll).
I just might ask, are you happy?
and is it something you search for,
every day, every moment
rather than wait on it..
to come..
every day, every moment.
Maybe one day soon
you too will learn-
what's in it for you
in this life you fight..
your will is your birth
right.
The moment of truth draws near
you see.. life
got the best of me.,
and so I bid you goodnight.
A little star blinks in the night,
It watches over you to keep warm,
And gently whispers, "Go to
sleep."
Good night has fallen on day
The moon and stars have fallen prey
Clouds endorse have gathered in suede
Humanity and animals have gone to sleep
Spiritual vessels have fallen on their knees
Acknowledging Elohim in prayer...
7/7/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Now nights are peaceful
as if there were no ritual
of saying goodnight.
Coming close to curfew, keep count the flock
as they kick and kink over the picket
Rescind to limber my pick, remit the vigil
for I commit and sit vigilant awith
Dismiss the abyss, as I shall not remiss
and I leave you with this...
Playing footsie
with the past
my toes became
entangled
With every fawned
and misplaced
step
— my indecision walked
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Death a solemn promise
is a thief in the night
who with no sign of remorse
steals all the light
or by day does away
with the warmth of the sun
where once we were many
then there were none
arriving unasked take it to task
and your fate into account
fight for the right to live a little longer
make the amount of every breath count
Time to visit onyx dreamland
Inspired by the chocolate sandman
I look forward to a raspberry rest
Was tired three poems ago at best
Good night poets one and all
Write poems or sleep it’s your call
The cat’s curled up
the dog’s dreaming deep
The parakeet’s quiet
from the mouse not a peep
Kids tucked away
so early, half past eight
Some champagne for you, darling
I barely can wait...
No thanks, not tonight dear
I know how this appears
and I know it sounds mean
But oral surgery is rarely foreseen
Don't forget to say goodnight
'Cause when you do my world seems right
For though the bed bugs may not bite
Without it I just won't sleep tight
A nice long trip to dreamland waits
And your goodnight unlocks the gates
Of all the dreams it generates
Big snowstorms are my favorites
Goodnight Moon
a children's book by Margaret Wise Brown
the subject of my poem and my latest stamp purchase
was also a book that I read to my son
when he was little
not thirty-three, like he is now
forgive my forgetting the details
the book is no longer on my shelf
but in the story
it's bedtime for a little rabbit
who says goodnight
to everything in his small, cozy universe
of yellow, red, green, blue and white
including the moon
which he sees out his window
we all like to create
a benign, safe, friendly world
for our young ones
to grow up in
before they must encounter
a struggle to survive
prejudice, hatred, ill health, violence
lying, cheating, and the rest
I like to think that the better we can do
to create this world
for our babies and our youth
the better the real world will turn out
yet, I suppose, our children
must also learn how to be
smart, strong, and resilient
but today
on the week my son gets married
I like to imagine
that safe, kind world
of
Goodnight Moon
I'm gonna miss you Bluebird
I loved you quite a lot
And all the dreams we talked about
Were sadly all for naught
I loved to write you poems
But now I guess I'll stop
And save the rest for someday
When if your hand I've got
Goodnight my love, you're in my heart
The end has come before the start
The thought of someday's still alive
So many years til 1-0-5
I think it's time I go to bed
And hope no dreams enter my head
I'm tired from this uphill climb
So this might be my final rhyme...
Why are the two words in goodnight very close together
And in good morning the words are separated from each other:
Simply because by bedtime we are cuddling together.
Mr Sandman is calling my name
Blew slumber powder on my brain
What lies ahead for me in sleep
Hoping for peace and happy dreams
Good night poets one and all
Hope you dream big and tall
Or if your time to be awake is now
Hope your hearts desire is found
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