Long Dozed Poems
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My eyes are green, but dimmer than they used to be.
I'm Caucasian, but my skin's stained dirty.
I used to be only four foot three
with ten extra pounds, but now I'm too skinny.
Have you seen me?
With shaky knees, a camera records me
at a far-from-home gas station lobby
as a stranger holds my hand so I can't flee.
I pray to God that someone will save me!
Have YOU seen me!?
What I've had to experience no eyes should see.
Blood-curdling screams were my helpless plea,
as utterances received more cruelty.
I used to be unsuppressed and free.
Have you seen me??
I'd plot my breakaway to no avail daily,
but one day he dozed off while watching TV.
Intoxicated, he unguarded the key.
Scantily clat and hungry, I fled frantically.
HAVE you seen me?
I ran like that dream when my legs are like jelly,
lacking muscle tone and stability,
but I wasn't far from the public library...
Now I'm re-united with my family.
Have you SEEN me?
It's difficult to live with my reality.
I visit a therapist regularly.
Friends took a while to recognize me...
...now five foot four, once four foot three.
Have you seen ME?
8-7-2022
In my dream, we were all afloat.
My grandpa was riding in a tiny boat.
A whale was lurking big and floppy.
My bed was traveling rather sloppy.
In my dream, there were fish splashing.
They were playing happily, fins a flashing.
The whale had a name, whose name escapes me.
I dozed off happily, in dream land Disney.
We traveled around the world, us five.
Maybe six, I am not sure, but we were all alive.
The whale was gentle, kind, and sweet.
My grandpa’s mustache was better than neat.
We traveled to Barcelona, and Timbuktu,
We met some natives, they were red and blue.
We traveled to Chile, Brazil, Africa, and Peru.
With an imagination like mine, this is what I do.
Just as I dozed Off
It was that creature
Again!
Shook me awake
By the echoing,
Growling of its fierce voice
Onto my feet, I was
Rocketed towards that edifice
I dashed in, locked all the portals
Giving access to the building
I took a deep breath
Thinking I had escaped it
I down-lifted myself
To the rooms downstairs
Trod backwards,
I got inside room 16
And locked myself up,
Felt relieved for a second
The room was then illuminated
By the red-searching lasers
I tried to view them closer,
I was pierced by two-edged
Sword-like objects, I heard the voice...
'Again?'
A coffin was deposited in front
I was desperate,
I got inside myself
I heard an alarm ringing
A wavy view of the ceiling,
And shower came to sight
I was in the tub
Warmth of water had taken me
To a place no one else knows
The sun had risen,
It was morning
And it was time to leave for school
An actor returns to his Beverly Hills mansion –
blows his brains out with a 38 special.
I must have dozed off,
cops at my door,
a line of chain-smoking flashbulbs
in baggy turn-ups.
I watch myself being taken away in a body bag.
The movie is badly spliced.
Black Packard’s keep morphing into flying saucers.
We are all wearing hats,
even the writers in the backroom
are wearing wide-brimmed hats.
The women are wearing hats.
They wear pencil thin skirts,
and talk out of the side of their mouths.
A screen flickers;
a skinny man behind an obscuring microphone
apologizes for the delay.
Meanwhile, space aliens have landed in Brooklyn,
and are exterminating people in hats.
It’s a radio show hoax,
but I don’t know that –
until I wake-up
into a world filled with terror and chaos,
there are no aliens and few brimmed hats.
I can’t sleep.
The firelight danced in patterns;
Upon the faded wall.
As the old man sat and listened
To the mournful night-birds call.
On the floor there with his puppy,
Sat Jackie oh so dear;
"Grandpa what are heroes made of"?
He asked as he drew near.
"Are they made like other men?
Of blood and skin and bone?"
Do they cry when they're afraid?
And pray when they're alone?
The old man paused a moment;
There were visions in his head;
Of fires and guns and metal:
And friends who'd long been dead.
Of the stairs there in the tower;
And when the planes came down.
And that kid there with the baby;
Alone at night downtown.
He picked up little Jackie;
And sat him on his knee;
"A Hero's just there trying;
To be what he has to be."
"Protecting what is precious;
Doing what he must,
For those who really need him;
He cannot betray their trust."
A sleepy boy that evening,
Dozed on his Grandpa's chest.
And the Hero there to guard him,
Was one of the very best."
Two paths lay in front of me
One was lit with the colors of purity
The other was strewn with the colors of passion
And I
Stood, still, forsaken
Looking at them
And wondering which one to choose!
The battle that waged in me was horrific
My heart conflicted with my soul
My desires clashed with my principles
My feminine yearnings longed to be satiated
But my conception of life simply tried to suppress these!
I stood, looking at them both for a long time
Dawns arose
And dusks dozed off
Each at their respective time
While, I, stood, just like a marble statue
Wondering at which would be my wisest choice!
But when existence itself had had enough
It blew across my gaze
A stark picture of truth
Which, when I lay my eyes on, shook and jolted me!
Pray,I knew then, which was to be my choice
Passion is bound to bring heartbreaks,
Purity, on the other hand, brings about sooth and peace!
I lay with languor praying for an answer I’d been seeking.
Azure glitter-drops splashed upon
the clean white sand nearby my feet.
I drifted into sleep then as wisps of clouds
in a sky mirroring the cerulean sea beneath it
wafted slowly like my slackening pensive thoughts.
I’d dozed and was awakened by gulls’ shrill long calls.
Instantly, I was jolted by twilight, and I
saw crimson and persimmon devouring sky.
Slathered-on apricot and rubescent streaks
formed the backdrop to the seagulls’ piercing shrieks.
Some saffron deliciousness was also in my view
when just as suddenly came the answer to
the question I’d been pondering before my nap.
It came as if the sunset had the sound of a snap!
Gamboge, tangerine and raspberry sorbet
drizzled into sea at the end of that day.
Mesmerized and well-pleased, I lingered there.
Dusk turned into night with the hush of a prayer.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
At first, I did once, spending my whole night
Started from the topic I needed to write
Half of pantoum, I dozed off
Felt like floated with the roof
My poem was posted after a week, fight!
All entries were judged after some few months
My poem moved to next page, new poems in front
Mine wasn’t found on the list
After passing judges’ wrist
Whose strictness lied on perfect rhymes and fonts.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house,
Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts.
Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, insisting upon going weekly;
But, Isabel often preferred playing, like dawn, pink sun, shining meekly.
Theirs was a tight knit community, the kind everyone wants to live in;
Like orange butterflies, calling on red flowers, of golden days in a spin.
Isabel and funny friends flew blue kites, under floating clouds of fluff,
On finer days, foreseeing furious storm, betwixt yoyo's, bikes and stuff!
Fleeting faddish colors flitted summer gardens, as bug eyed frogs leapt,
On flighty days of family visits, and gloss sunshine, where the ages slept.
Isabel lived in the house of now and then, like a rare eclipse of wonder;
Or the burgundy roses of seldom, evoking the green spell we are under.
Scented sincerity wafted from still blooms, on the street of sunny views.
There Isabel's family lived sparkly lives, like yellow stars, in sweet youth.
Nice music came from treetop nests, in shady niches where it was born;
When nonchalant neighbors came casual, and geese honked their horn.
'Pink powder puff' flowers applied talcum, as 'rattlesnake calathea' hissed;
And 'purple daydream' dozed away, its fragrance and beauty, very noticed!
'Weeping blue wisteria' was melancholy, although sun was shining orange;
And 'blue waterfall' bellflowers cascaded, like a couple, taking the plunge.
Sunday came and Isabel was pouting, as she would be in church for hours!
And she wore a long face to Sunday school, like dissent among the flowers.
But, Sunday school was so much fun, and she had forgotten it was Easter;
And the Lord's face was smiling down, and her unhappiness, released her!
They all had a snack and played a fun game, singing and clapping along;
For every warm heart is happiest, midst melodious voices, raised in song!
'If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it,
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.'
Boy,
When all is said and done
Like a mighty uncanny wind to by pass
Let it not be ever a whistle thereof
When in youth you sprout forth
And be a determined shoot
To avenge the wrath of retardation
And in the light walk right
Avenge boyish dreams
And cast away the dilemma of hangovers
The salted myths of the dozed off giants
Or the imminent fear of extinct volcanoes
Let the future afore be cast sane
Or like a sea ashore
Sands of time ashore to beckon
And be a poor boy plays pebble plays
Then avenge your avid desires
And mould them into a dream to reckon
A force that unrolls the planet a tune
Zigzagged ways pulled right
Akin to this
Passion to grab a life of your own
For in this there is no mountain!