Long Drowsiness Poems
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Awakening From Pleasant Dreams...
No matter scant details recalled upon
arising from slumber, this even though
submerged into deep unconscious - (as
ifmine being plunged bajillion miles
subterranean catacombs) thoroughly
saturated with inaccessible facets of my
person then Poof – like a magic dragon!
Every last detail vanishes without a trace,
whence each eyelid slowly opens (never
jarred out sleep) - only my own Circadian
clock determines when (no idea how) body
electric (temporary property of mortal
christened Matthew Scott Harris) returns
yours truly to state of consciousness, or
thee closest approximation thereof, where
by sense and sense and sensibility minus
pride and prejudice immediately severed,
no longer linked tin (analogous to Internet
Error Code 404 - page not found) finds me
straining with might of Hercules - all in vain,
yet lingering drowsiness (torpor still main
training strong toehold) dissipates ever so
slowly, thus rendering ability impossible to
cogitate - quite helpful when reading or write
ting, and when cerebral clarity becomes
manifest...nary a whisper recollected, when
mean drama exploded within pitted cranial
fifty plus shades of gray matter parameters
suddenly vibrant rattletrap quiescence, a
proxy armistice snatching at lightspeed any
recollection rendering sleepyhead (non talking)
befuddled, confused, dazed... numbskull pre
vented (even with proper clearance) access to
top secrete, potential mutinous, juicy fruit
confidential data, which necessitates one
bushy eyed and bright tailed primate to scratch
his noggin with futility although well rested
fitful without ways nor means to dredge up
sunken treasures briefly uncovered during
stretch of time hide nave hoar did blink, none
zee less..., an enjoyable shuteye state of being -
allowing, enabling, and providing short lived
respite bearing down as if trying to shrug off atlas!
If I could dispose of
The drowsiness
That I feel in my body...
If I knew how to believe
I would've had a better life
A happy ending...
And I would've had the strength to
Put to death strife
If I knew how to achieve
I would've won an award by now...
If I could forgive you
For the wrongs you've aimed at me
The wrongs you didn't admit...don't you get the clue?
I was hopeless when you left me...
To drown in the wild, potent sea
If I could forget about
The frustration...the emptiness
That I feel towards you
If I knew how to make you happy
I would've been with you long ago
We would've been together...
And I would've had the ability to
Make you whole once more
If I knew how to love
I would've won your heart in a heartbeat
But how?
If I could think of you
As if you're my best friend till the very end
I would have a chance to know you better...
You still don't get the clue?
My love for you is as fresh as dew...
Shimmering anew... cleansing you
I was full of rage when you ignored me...
And threw me away into the
Disgusting Debris
You crumbled my hope...
But, I didn't let go of His rope
Oh I should have
Thought before I said those crul words to you
I should have
Held back my tongue...but things slip and stick like glue
But I licked you with
Flames of uncertainty
The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant work ethic.
Overcome by laziness, I slept for two hours more.
In my drowsiness, thought about how our freedom has been restricted by the internet,
our thought and secrets are no longer our property but shared by authorities that want
to know our innermost thoughts.
We are prisoners of an all-embracing society that will not tolerate thoughts
other than banal comments about a friend`s birthday.
What we heralded as a great instrument for communication
is perverted and spied on by our leaders.
Free speech only exists for those who have nothing to say and accept living
in the land of the convention.
Nothing can be nobler if we demand our right
not to be censured
and called seditious because we will not be trapped
in the trivial acceptance of perceived lies.
June 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 21-24
Key Verse – Proverbs 21:31 The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SAFETY INSURER
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer
Who holds my heart in Your hand
Thank You for keeping me in Your loving justice-stand
Your wondrous work is great as You have planned
Truly, Your joy excites me in fulfilling Your biblical demand.
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer Who loves my soul in Your pleasure
Thank You for inviting me to dwell in Your kingdom’s treasure
Your honourable mercy is unlimited beyond measure
Truly, Your wisdom leads me to choices that prudently assure.
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer
Who settles my goal in Your compassion
Thank You for letting me learn with diligence based on Your instruction
Your enriching knowledge is available for my admonition
Truly, Your guidance delivers me from corruption.
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer
Who protects my testimony in Your favour
Thank You for molding me for ministerial endeavour
Your watchful eye is vigilant toward my servanthood-fervour
Truly, Your truth corrects me against deceit of worldliness’ savour.
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer
Who seals my lips in Your righteousness
Thank You for guarding me from spiritual drowsiness
Your prudent discretion is observant to my worship’s earnestness
Truly, Your admonition strikes me of my haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer
Who desires my all in Your fulfillment
Thank You for building me up by Your sanctifying engagement
Your pleasant counsel is strong in securing me around Your contentment
Truly, Your might pulls me from adversity’s entanglement.
Lord God, You are my safety Insurer
Who rewards my faithfulness in Your victory
Thank You for rebuking me of my doubt, folly and worry
Your perfect promise is precious against darts of misery
Truly, Your satisfaction surrounds me with blissful heavenly territory.
June 27, 2027
dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub
vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon
spring like frost is unraveling
toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline
at this stage of early-black twilight
a cygar shaped delirium is seeding
its exotic fragrance sweetly empowering
will linger until the crack of dawn
tenderly grown staked and supported
the poisonous angel scrumpet trumpets
a crepuscule's sundown into darknness
a pitch illumination begging to brighten
bathed in orange moire reflecting
by her petaled drowsiness unfurling
a day dream and a nightmare
time travel in tandem
lying dormant now in a trance
like flesh inside a nutshell
vespertine pulls away from early-bright
she's never this reflective in the sunlight
Watch out kiddies
Here they come
If you don't like ghoulies
You'd better run
They're creeping out
From under the bed
From out of the closet
And under the spread
They're making these weird
And unearthly squeals
I'm not even sure
These ghoulies aren't real
Mom says they surely
Are all in my head
But feel this bumping
Under my bed
Can't pull up the covers
They're under there too
I just saw one
Wearing my shoes
Shrieking and squealing
These scary sounds
I couldn't move
They're all around!
Then a strange little fellow
Wearing my shoes
Started dancing and singing
Bout stuff in the zoo
I started to giggle
At this comical sight
Forgot about how
I was rigid with fright
The song he was singing
Was a happy refrain
No longer frightened
Started giggling again
I enjoyed his antics
As he danced around
Swaying back and forth
With these cheerful sounds
A feeling of drowsiness
Crept over me soon
Could see out my window
The big yellow moon
My fears disappeared
And I drifted to sleep
As a bunch of ghoulies
Started tickling my feet
August 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Joel 1-2
Key Verses– Joel 1:5 Awake… Joel 2:26 And ye shall eat in plenty, and be satisfied, and praise the name of the LORD your God, that hath dealt wondrously with you: and my people shall never be ashamed.”
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR AWAKING ME
Thank You for awaking me against sins’ lethargic blight
Whenever I sleep restlessly due to guilt-caused might…
Your grace is all I need to face mirror of Your mercy-filled light
Especially in reflecting biblical testimony delight.
Thank You for awaking me against pride’s dream
Whenever I drift along vanity stream…
Your meekness is all I depend on to erase my haughtiness cream
Especially in humbling me to smite arrogant scream.
Thank You for awaking me against ambition’s delusion
Whenever I imagine with great achievement’s illusion…
Your guidance is all I need to combat self-esteem’s pre-occupation
Especially in following Your leading toward heavenly direction.
Thank You for awaking me against slothfulness’ comfort
Whenever I neglect responsibilities with carelessness’ retort…
Your discipline is all I accept to be my best resort
Especially in transforming me for a good report.
Thank You for awaking me against sluggishness’ prevalence
Whenever I indulge in pampering silence…
Your prodding is all I need to correct my indolence
Especially in driving me into diligence-opulence.
Thank You for awaking me against complaints’ drowsiness
Whenever I murmur because of hardship’s heaviness…
Your help is all I ask for to handle challenges with hopefulness
Especially in working through Your wisdom’s effectiveness.
Thank You for awaking me against foolishness’ entanglement
Whenever I clamor for famous worldly accomplishment…
Your Scripture’s truth is all I trust to check my engagement
Especially in bringing me to repentance by Your pardon-fulfillment.
August 21, 2022
At last, Mr. J Bugman is now a retired Judge-man.
For many years he has punished many, spared few.
His verdicts never alter even if there is no hangman.
He had no rest, no serenity, working is all he knew.
Retiring, he sought peace by sleeping with content,
He has never slept; yes, he has but not in true sense,
Now, sleeping his first real sleep is his sole intent.
He is slave to none, lies on the bed of own manse.
Night was silent, his eyes dimmed with drowsiness,
Suddenly, there was a soft noise, then, it was louder.
Switching the lights on, he crept towards the mess
Of Newspapers on the base, something was there.
It was neither a thief nor a beast, it is a cockroach
That has spoiled his much-awaited plan, he howls
With rage, he will not relax until he makes poach
Of that tiny rascal, He aims at it with books, bowls.
Pages of books fly, glassy dishes shatter into pieces,
But that swift creature is unharmed as if it’s charmed.
Bugman picks up his ever-faithful Stick, then, chases
And slays it with one blow, its death is now confirmed.
Next night, he makes sure that his sleep is undisturbed,
He has already sprayed repellants, a good night’s sleep
Is waiting for him, his eyelids shrank and eyes dimmed
But again a soft noise hurt his wakeful ears with a beep.
Disgusted, he left the bed an turned the lights on again
And found a rat that eating biscuits loudly that can undo
His sleep or already has. He sighed, “O God, O heaven!
Well, here is another nice mess you have gotten me into.”
SUNNY INDOLENCE
In sunny days of scorching summer
under dazzling sizzling hot hammer
to hit laziness,
constant drowsiness.
Idle! Funny! But busy farmer.
06/ 17/20
'Summer Laziness' Contest by Mohon Chutani
Some works are brought about by the mind veiled
Lungs breathing, eyelids blinking, the heart beating non-stop
Are done in the mind asleep with no will
Emotions flow here and there with no guide
Though we can build dams to have some directional flow
Emotions still ripple through gaps and cracks
Other works are done with a lonely will
Most are born into the world by the bodily mind
Pleasures and darkness are its short-lived dreams
Some are designed by the rational soul
The foundation of all man-made castles and towers
Morals and duty are its drowsiness
A few come to light by blazing spirit
A silent pearl that is within every plant and tree
Silence and mystery are its daylight
Intent and works come from sleep and awareness
From battles between water and soul, sleep and spirit
You must choose which to follow in these long battles
Contest: Just before release Poetry Contest
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