Long Bedclothes Poems

"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had commenced as any other, unravelling out of bed, in itself...

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 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In admiration -

Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
(Sur la côte d'une...

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~~oooOOO  The Man In The Mist  OOOooo~~

Going to my cousins house, a long drive in the car
Over the moors with dry stone walls, it was very far
The house in the middle of a...

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nature, storm, boat, clothes, house, water

AWASH AND AWAY! ©  KIMO

Listen, Katrina will come inland
Katrina has come to play
Playgrounds underwater
Sleepy times put asunder
Bedclothes hung out in tree tops, upended
Held fast in forked boughs
Homesteads beached, broken
Swirl...

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I remember seeing a concrete pillar that dwarfed me,
I remember my eyes hurt because the sun was so bright,
I remember feeling the heat from the pavement reach my face,
I remember scribbling loads of woollen balls...

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I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy
and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie.
This turned out to be a polite alligator
now on probation for having eaten a waiter.
The...

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Sunrise is nearing but everything has remained
still, not even the birds have burst into song.
The sky is a mixture of colours but most are 
slowly fading into the well-known blue.
A slight breeze has been born,...

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The flames licked my arms
But I did not stir

The spring breeze sent the curtains flying
And the golden rays burst in and set everything afire
The light punched its way into the room
It knocked into the shelves...

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Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!

What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like black lace finery,
Is as deadly and whetted a sword as...

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Memories of long gone school summer holidays
Far away from the gates of hell
bulling and Malay.

Six long weeks of freedom that seemed a year
staying in bed not having to get up at eight
descent food and not...

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I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a good...

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Memories appear like the first drops of rain
Who are you, this is driving me insane
Faces familiar do not match with names
Sit upright in bed, memories circling
Leave me alone I need to sleep
Laughter, no pity keep...

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to swim the seas Egyptian cotton, deep

     we plunge the pillows as our passions creep

         the bedclothes and our limbs twist in a...

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Innocent candle flame invokes memories 
Childhood in a home not suitable 
Candles handed out for bedtime 
Precious items giving comfort 

A yellow flickering flame lighting the way 
Treat it with respect 
Extinguish when ready for...

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Silk spills from her suitcase
and love is a careless thrown scarf
around long elegant necks.
She watches through the scented night
of unfamiliar décor,
as packet teas and coffees
lie like soldiers on a tray.
She idly wonders if he likes...

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I never believed in divinity
Until I saw you...
And was brought nose to nose with Heaven
Staring back at me through your luminous eyes
I was never religious...
But the night I found you I fell on my knees
And...

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FATES FOOTFALLS

fate’s footfalls - the bull’s running.
i hear the sound of a stampede
at my ankles. the rush of blood
pulsing through my veins, hammering
my heart, quite like a silver spike
penetration of a vampiric scream.

(my bedclothes sweating....

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Death is increasingly my friend
as breath subsides; it hides no pretense
of regret or fear, but lets me own it
as a coverlet that I will know
as now is lover of eternity.

It is most gracious.  ...

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Death is increasingly my friend
as breath subsides; it hides no pretense
of regret or fear, but lets me own it
as a coverlet that I will know
as now is lover of eternity.

It is most gracious.  ...

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Tossing and turning trying to sleep 
Arms and legs flailing bedclothes in a heap 
My mind keeps churning ideas come and go 
Why does my muse torture me so? 
She never visits when daylight has...

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I saw red reflecting off winter snows
as I stared out the window on tip-toes.
And I’m quite sure that I saw Rudolph's nose
but it could have been a plane, I suppose.

I couldn't see his sleigh in...

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Under the bedclothes with my torch
I live in a land of dream,
where a forest grows with curly trees
and a canyon runs between

My light shines out, just like the sun,
allowing me to see,
two mountains rising in...

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Increasing one's mileage
though a long-lost child of Earth
hiking in familiar wilderness areas

sluggish, bed-bound days
wandering in the midst of the night
daydreaming with a night light on
snarled up in bedclothes.

discern internal struggles.
simple, intricate, and exquisite
conversions from the...

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The smell of pine fills the air
Tis a sign that Christmas is near
No other smell can compair
Except one fragrance strong in here.

With bedclothes on we gather around
One by one is handed out
By mother's lovely eyes...

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Trapped in reality 
The repetitive grind
The daily cycle
Awake, asleep
Awake, asleep
This morning is different
I wake
I stretch 
I yawn
Sleep rubbed away
From half open lids 
I notice
I puzzle
I feel
Beneath bedclothes 
Abnormal additions
Attached to my back 
Yet part of me
Warm...

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