Long Go to bed Poems
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Now you’re retired
Now you’re retired you can relax and unwind
You can wash all your cars, wax them and shine
You can cut your grass often
And plant little shrubs
Walk your dog more and go further abroad
You can go for long trips to faraway lands
For as long as you like with your family and friends
You can paint all your walls, your doors and your floors
Tidy the garage and build screwdriver draws
Lay in in the morning and go to bed late
Watch programs you like in the middle of the day
Make cups of tea and look out of the window
Go to the pub and have lunch and a beer
For as late as you like without getting up fear
Take a long shower or even better a bath
Now you’re retired take life more easy
Relax and unwind reflect on achievements
Spend time with the grandkids going out to nice places
Now you’re retired I wish you the best
Enjoy all your days, make the most of the rest
Mirror , Mirror
On the wall
Looking back
Upon reflection
Thank you for being brutally honest
and in doing so pointing out the patently obvious starring back at me
That in this case I am not indeed
the victim
But rather what I am in fact is the
actual perpetrator serial offender
And but again at very least I already
possess
A face befitting my endless list of
crime's
To encapsulate and match my
mugshots in oh so many
devilishly evil ways
I should in future be the archetypal
Bogeyman poster boy or child for
generations to come
Parents are then able to use to scare
their children
If and when they plain flat out refuse
say for example
Give back chat won't go to bed brush
teeth eat green's or do set predisctibe
school homework
And if that don't work or scare them
enough then at least they will be
somewhat prepared and won't be
phased
When 1 day they 2 end up getting
caught and may meet and come face
to face with me
And they become an inmate just like
me corralled inside 4 prison wall's where
everyone and everyone is the bogeyman
And the mirror's are all cracked so
the shard's can be used as weapon's
Or to see who is sneaking up on you
Bull frog invited snail to spend the night.
It would be a delight! It would be a delight!
Let me know what to bring; said the snail named Right.
He loved his friend, with his heart and all of his might.
It was their tradition on Christmas Eve to chat a bit.
Bull frog regaled Right with all of his wonderful whit.
They would share a spot of tea favored with an orange peach pit.
Then they would read a book in an easy chair where both would sit.
Sometimes snail slid down and ended up on bull frog’s head.
That is when bull frog would suggest they both go to bed.
They had no family left, but thank goodness they had each other.
They were so close, they both considered the other a brother.
Come over here my beloved …
let’s snuggle up together on the old porch swing
to enjoy the glory of the setting sun
whilst listening to wild birds trilling
their sweetest songs
We sit together in complete silence
observing the pretty butterflies
flitting from flower to flower
fluttering their colorful bejeweled wings.
Stripy bumble bees buzz busily
collecting pollen from golden honeysuckle
which climbs over the rickety wicker trellis.
Your fingers seductively brush my thigh,
you give me your ‘knowing smile’
I see the look of love in your blue eyes -
then your lips meet mine.
Enough of seeing the birds plus the bees
you whisper -
it’s time for us to go to bed!
"A" Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
08/27/20
I sit here with so many thoughts going thru my head
I just want to close my eyes and go to bed.
How many times have you felt the pressures taking its toll?
And you want something concrete that you can hold.
You daydream of the way you would like things to be
But you come back to the realities
You know that you must strive to achieve your goals
And not let anything stand in your way
But then you leave it for another day.
Procrastination is always there,
And with your thoughts the space it will share.
You say “leave it for tomorrow and a brand new day”
But tomorrow comes and it’s washed away.
These are the pressures that are taking its tolls
When you lose your control.
Don’t leave off for tomorrow what you can do today
With procrastination there’s a heavy price to pay
Oh,my dear poet,stop being so down!
Above all, do give up being blue…
And please,stop caring about who likes you!
On this planet we have a short time here.
Don't you comprehend?
There is nothing to fear!
Don't come here to be a comment collector
Some will like you,some will not,
So, get a tall, cool glass of cool,apricot nectar.
Big deal~if poets go in another direction.
The arrogant here think they are God’s selection))
This, you can see in their poetry!
Always a race to be at the top of the poetry tree.
These will not bend to comment to thee.,
Put words on the page, whatever truth you feel..
Above all else, please, please…just be real..
And when you go to bed, and the stars do shine.
You will smile knowing.that your success is all thine!
7/22/2023
Love him people
The same way
I Iove my Father
He is the one that
Had created you
AII in his image
And in God's eyes
We are all beautiful
Also people don't
Forget
To pray to my Father
Every single night
Before you go to bed
Because my Father
Want us people
To pray for him
Yes it only takes a couple
Minutes
Then we can go straight to
Sleep
We must go to bed
Early every night
So that we can get
A proper night
Sleep
Iove him
He is the one that
Also owns our lives
And our lives are
In our lives are in our
Father's hands
I know that we all
Are going to die
Some day
We will not live forever
Because my father made
Iife like that
So for now all we have to do
Is to live our lives
To the fullest every single day
We have nothing to complain
About our lives to our
Father
Because we are just living
A beautiful life here on earth
AIso our Father died on the cross for our
Sins
Many years ago
AIso our Father
Is a black man
AIso he is a jewish man
It was our Father that
Made our seasons
For us to live in it
I must confess to people that I
Hate the Winter
Very much
AIso very long
People I go for my walks
During the Winter
Around the block
In my neighborhood
I always dress warmly
During the Winter
Here I am, again
The place where it all falls apart
Where the light disappears
For the struggle of my heart
My soul yearns...for pleasure
A nice, sound, ending
To pain, suffering, inconvenience
The incessant blending
...of circumstances, truth, reality, experience
Ugh!!!
There is no freakin' reality
In this world, that can have my heart
Haven't I proven it...enough
Impatience wants to impart
...facts
Nice, another something to add
To the endless monotony of information
I'm exhausted from processing
REVELATION
I want presence...the kind I can hold
Except, experience has taught me well
The moment I possess, I can't enjoy
The passion to live in this sensational hell
Am I from here???
I believe I am a foreigner
In a land of relative friends
Having no tolerance for difference
Or learning how to blend
...without losing composure
I believe I will go to bed
Enough has been said
At least when I sleep
I have no need
...that alludes satisfaction.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/09/2019
Things I Almost Always Daily Do
1. Wake up on time; don’t be a sleepy head.
2. Grab the food I’ll eat at work (unless it is a stay-home day)
3. Clean the litter box; make sure the cats are fed.
4. Get dressed; do chores and don’t forget to pray.
5. Drive or don’t drive (see item number 2)
6. If out, decide if after work, I’ll stop by at the gym.
7. If driving also, stop for errands that I need to do.
8. Make time for cats and hubbie; feed them and feed him.
9. Make sure what I fix for dinner also pleases me.
10. Call one of my sisters, my mother or a friend.
11. Go online; maybe write; watch my night’s TV.
12. Brush teeth and bathe, go to bed. Dream good dreams? The end.
Things I’ll Never Make a To-Do List for
1. Practice knitting; make things like a sweater.
2. Be a child again and build a fort.
3. To anyone but Mom, write a snail-mail letter.
4. Watch a show on fixing things or any kind of sport.
5. Learn to parachute or ski; to surf or para-glide.
6. Learn gardening and wait to do it gleefully in spring.
7. Eat some kind of nasty food that I can’t abide.
8. Do a lot of housework any day with zing.
9. Memorize long passages like I did in school.
10. Do a dissertation to get a high degree.
11. Go hiking up a mountain even if the weather’s cool.
12. With stupid or abhorrent things state that I agree.
My Short List
1. Quickly get all boring things (that I must do) done.
2. Relish life and all I love; have a lot of fun.
Feb. 10, 2023 for Suzanne Delaney's The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
He looked at that boy with pain in his eyes
and said I'm sick and tired of seeing all of
these lies
So you went away from home for a little while
and came back here bumping a brand new style
Looking at you now the answer's real clear
You must've ended up somewhere north of here
So I guess it's up to me to get you back to your roots
gonna put your ass back in some cowboy boots
Because you're country that's the way you were born
You're country heading back through the corn
It's a simple way of life around here
where you work, sweat, and bleed and never shed a tear.
If we don't do it, it won't be done
not everything in life is about having fun
I see you over there walking down the street
spent a pretty penny showing off your feet
By the way you're running you should've bought some cleats
Trying to run out of here like your at a track meet
You're a real big shot that what you think
putting all your money in a federal bank
But that ain’t the way we do it around here
we burry our money in an empty jar of clear
Because we're country that's the way we were born
we're country heading back through the corn
It's a simple way of life around here
where we work sweat and bleed and never shed a tear
we wake up early an go to bed late
no we ain't got time to procastinate
You come up to me and ask my advice
I look down at you and I don't think twice
Boy you need to slow down and catch your breath
you got us all worried and scared to death
we all remember that fire in your eye
and I don't believe that you've let it die
Because you're country that'd the way you were born
you're country heading back to the corn