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Ismael ask his mother, as he climbed upon her knee
Please tell the story one more time, the one that’s about me
His mother smiled kindly, said let’s get into bed
and once he was all tucked in this is what she said..
You didn’t come from mommy’s tummy
But that doesn’t change a thing
You are my son for evermore
to me you’re everything
When you were just a little babe
the Lord called Daddy home
But don’t you think for a moment that we were left alone
He watches over us from heaven
as he sits beside the throne
He talks to God about you
and he’ll watch you till you’re grown
You were meant to be our son from the moment of conception
God gives children to their parents and you are no exception
You didn’t come from mommy’s tummy
But I was meant to be your mother
You are my son forevermore
I would never want another
03/30/2021
Written for Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Time was not far we would get into bed,
Put head on to pillow and fall asleep
Under the grace and by Morpheus aided,
Unto another world in one smooth leap
Embraced by Hypnos, in a state higher.
Why O sleep, hast thou slipped away from life,
In bed, eyes shut, my mind when fights false fire—
In digital orchestra gone too rife,
And too stimulated, under-rested,
Mind in buzz long after the curtain falls,
Not wind down slowly, getting crash-landed,
Wake in doubt, nap in guilt the day as calls.
O carry no loads in mind, night might say,
In heeding not, dear price we seem to pay.
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Sonnet |01.07.2025| sleep
His skin all tanned, glistening under a red hot sun
This man’s work is forever eternal, it is never done
The music playing, with that woman forever in his head
He can’t wait to finish, shower, eat; then get into bed
A little bit of Ganja; ease those tired limbs down a bit
His head is now somewhere else, as he enjoys the trip
He’s got himself a good woman, she knows his every need
She has a hunger for him; she’s has a passion with a greed
About to take his troubles away; put him in a better place
He’s feeling all her good lovin’, feeling her embrace
This woman is not just any woman, she ain’t the norm
She’s fueling his inner emotions; she’s riling up a storm
He ain’t fighting her; he’s just going along for the ride
Self-control here, he ain’t ready to just roll over and die
Her head is way up in the stars, his head up in the clouds
Fireworks are going off, and o’ boy they are so loud
She’s his little fire cracker, exploding at every move
No one can fit him better; she has the perfect groove
Just as that sun is about to set, her final tsunami rolls in
Taking him yet again to all the places he has never been
Shattering his body beyond, until it’s broken in a heap
Left in the darkness, so he can now finally get some sleep
Until he recovers, and rises again to do another day’s work
Where again he is listening to the music, on his face a smirk
While working under the sun
Yeah, working under that red hot sun
A man’s work is never done
O’ no, never done
Never done
Working under the sun
Loveable clowns. Doing tricks. Exciting grownups.
I am four. They terrify me. Their faces looks weird.
I hate their red lips.
Reminds me of blood.
More afraid of them than of any Dracula.
Look at them! They are funny! My aunt says.
She takes my hands away from my eyes.
You are missing them! She says. “I paid good money for this circus.”
I wish she had saved her money.
My heart beats fast.
My grandmother mistakenly thinks I liked the circus.
For my birthday she gets me a clown doll.
It makes me shudder.
Take it out of the box! My mother says.
The box reminds me of Grandpa’s funeral.
I am more terrified than I was before.
Put it in your room, my dad orders, and pretend you like it.
I give my grandma a hug and run it up there.
Shove it under the bed.
Have cake and ice cream.
Everyone sings happy birthday.
I am five!
I run upstairs, get my pajamas on and get into bed.
“Don’t forget your prayers!” My dad says before he shuts my door.
I get down on my knees.
Something grabs me and pulls me under the……..
We were teenagers when we moved in together
My boyfriend now my spouse
Young ,in love ,full of future
Excited about playing house
We would go to my mums for dinner
She lived quite a distance away
So I would always take my comfy flannelette nightie
So when home I could get into bed straight away!
He had said something wrong at dinner
So when we left I was really annoyed
Starting arguing with him in car
To that he just completely ignored!
His lack of response made me so frustrated
Then angrily out of the blue this came
“Don’t be so f…..n ignorant”
He glared, pulled over “Get out of the car he exclaimed”
I had never said the F word before until that night
It unexpectedly came out of nowhere
We were both as shocked as each other
Catching us both completely unaware!!
I defiantly marched off into the darkness
Handbag clutched in hand
As the Kombi sped off out of sight
Leaving me alone ….not what I had planned!!
Anger subsided ,reality stepped in
I was in a flannelette nightie on my own in the night
I ran and hid behind a behind a bus stop
Until minutes later the Kombi was back in sight!!
The last thing I do before I get into bed…is remove my glasses from my head.
When young my thinking was innocent…my emotions raw…I assumed everyone saw the world I saw.
I was never annoyed…I didn’t worry….I imagined everyone’s world turned just as blurry.
I thought every star faded from everyone’s view…I thought everyone’s world turned foggy too.
Being young at heart I theorized…at night the worlds colors harmonized.
As I prayed the lord my soul to keep…I assumed this was how the world did sleep.
Looking back now I have to scoff…at my first thought with my glasses off.
How naive and innocent could I be…to think everyone saw the world like me!
Now that I’m older I know this to be true…that there are many visions…many points of view.
Still every night as I get ready for bed…when I remove my glasses from my head.
as the colors of people, their shapes and their size…all blend together…all harmonize…
with my glasses off I must proclaim……how, to me, everybody looks the same…
So with may glasses off it makes me think…the world looks so much more in sync.
It’s a nice feeling when the day is done…to see how the world blends together as one…
And it leads me to wonder what kind world this would be…if everyone saw the way I see.
Would we all rejoice…or we scoff…if just for a moment…we took our glasses off.
AS NATURE INTENDED
This is the tale of Edward Brown, a man respected in the town.
A model of sobriety, a pillar of society.
He lived alone and, in hot weather, he’d walk around in the altogether.
With neighbours few and far between, he wasn’t likely to be seen.
And, anyway, to make quite certain, each window had a nice net curtain.
Having had a shower one night, he decided that he wasn’t quite
Ready to get into bed, and so he went downstairs instead.
First he put the kettle on and then prepared a buttered scone.
He put some cocoa in his cup and stirred it as he filled it up.
Just then he heard the front door bell; the knocker loudly knocked as well.
It gave poor Edward quite a fright; who could it be this time of night?
Standing there, completely nude, which in an old man looks quite lewd,
He realised, with a worried frown, that between him and his dressing gown,
There was a well-lit hall to pass and the front door was entirely glass.
He used his two hands to conceal those bits a man should not reveal.
But, as his hands were rather small, they really didn’t hide much at all.
He took a deep breath, made a dash, but, sadly, also made a hash.
And, running through the flood-lit hall, he tripped and had a nasty fall.
Just then he glanced towards the door and was aghast at what he saw.
For, standing there, mouth open wide, a female constable was right outside.
Panicking, he turned and fled, revealing the rear view instead.
The PC (at the wrong address) was singularly unimpressed.
Her modesty was quite offended, so Mr Brown was apprehended.
My Lord, he intended no offence. And that’s the case for the defence.
10th October 2019
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