Long Nap Poems
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At night, I kneel before the dark
Say my prayers and park
Next to the swimming pool of dreams
While losing consciousness
I sing songs pretending to be
The Dream Master.
I dive into the dreamworld
Submersing myself into lucidity
Attempting to get 6 to 8 hours of sleep.
Daytime sleep is different
Usually starts around 1 or 2 o’clock, a siesta!
Usually, I begin by laying on my back
Close my eyes, maybe wear a solid batman mask
And prepare myself.
There’s a huge pool of dream energy
An aquarium bubble on the opposite side of Earth
That’s ½ that’s in the dark ... all sleeping
In this gigantic Dream Bauble
So far away ... I lure it to me
Singing my dreamsongs and as I close my eyes
I lose clarity then regain it by “seeing”
This Dream Bubble floating toward me
I reach out and put it on like a backpack
A Dream Battery Pack and I’m hooked in
So much dream energy pumping thru my brains
Both halves being zapped simultaneously
So powerful, I only need about
45 minutes to an hour
To fully recharge!
I love power naps!
I heard the dog let out a long drawn out
Exasperated, disgusted sigh.
Before I saw her.
She was on the bed,
But since she is ebony, she had disappeared
In the bowels of a black coat I had left there.
She wants to go to bed, thank you kindly.
Just go! I say, sternly.
She opens not an eye.
Just gives me another loud, disturbing yawn.
Letting me know it is past her bedtime and
She is not happy about it.
She is already on a bed,
But if you speak dog you will realize
This is the problem.
She is unhappy because
I am not on that bed too.
Dogs have mastered the
G in the guilt department.
In Mama's arms you're safe and warm,
As she rocks you gently, there's no fear of harm,
So close your sleepy little eyes,
Hush your crying and fretful sighs.
Drift away to a special place,
Where sweet dreams wrap you in warm embrace.
Let them carry you along,
As Mama sings a soothing song.
Floating on a pillow cloud,
Only happy thoughts allowed.
Reach up to grab a star or two,
While the man in the moon winks at you.
You'll see angels flying near,
Keeping watch 'cause you're so dear.
They'll even play peek-a-boo,
Hiding in the clouds with you.
And when you awaken from your nap,
Mama will place you in her lap.
She'll feed you a bottle made just for you,
And when you've finished, you'll play and coo.
Every day at this time I need a rest;
A bit of time when I can close my eyes.
Finding some quiet can be quite the quest.
And, if I do, it’s a real surprise.
Sneak off in silence and say no goodbyes…
Letting anyone know would be unwise.
Afternoon shutdown of my tired brain
Makes quality productivity lack.
Keeping my focus becomes such a strain.
I can’t get things done. I can’t stay on track.
I’m told to get up and go get a snack
But too much of this, the boss blows his stack.
My eyes grow heavy, my mind wanders off.
Coworkers laugh as I constantly yawn.
“Get to bed earlier!” I hear them scoff.
It’s not the late night. It’s the early dawn,
And how sleeping time is so quickly gone,
Plus how the work day just drags on and on…
If you want me to get all my work done,
Give me a nap, if only a short one.
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For a third time his eyes pop open as his head flies up
I have been watching him not fall asleep for about 4 minutes.
His eyes flutter, close then pop back open.
His thumb is in his mouth now and he glares at me.
“Does someone need a nap?” Grandpa asks.
Fierce head shake no.
Crumb. He would have been asleep in 3 minutes.
“You’re a Poopy butt!” The overly tired 2year old yells,
Determined to keep awake now.
Glowering at grandpa.
Sticks out tongue.
“You’re a Poopy Butt!” Grandpa yells back.
Several choice exchanges later the Poopy Butt takes a nap
While I get the wrath of a sleepy 2 year old
Nap Time
In the astral world of utterance, one overhears the whispering of sweet nothings, breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that nay, nearly spilt the teacups swirled cremes delights and demitasse gooey treats,
Behold the phoenix rise to full measure under a lunar ecliptic mystic mesmerizing trance, upon a peacocks crown, whose stretched out azure-chartreuse wings, becomes enmeshed betwixt the manes of an unbridled passionate gallop,
For it leaped towards a skipping array of a colorful rainbow's path, that was freely dancing throughout its phases within the warmth air of a frozen sky,
As it spread o'er a vast terrain of mounds and vales of gathered greens tethered to tawny treasures teeming of life with no end at joyful pleasures,
Thus at the behest of Cherubs during the advent of endless stars whose dreamy light twinkles instructions that seduces a flock of whimpering lambs a free ride on their woolly souls,
Fostering meek minions to flow in the channels of a righteous domain free of a distant storm pushed by the lashes of sunbeams tickled whips temperate to your hearts enchanted beats that steadies the gauges of innocence,
And as a cluster of mirrors enlightened volumes of your sojourned quest of luminous unconscious prominence in a period of this, your inner realm expanse, collectively storing away as romantic muses within the anthology of your memory as its key
All delicately locked by the fortuitous magnitude of your eyelids.
2019 May 16
*4th Place*
Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2
~~James Edward Lee Sr.
THE CANDY-DATE KID-NAP
Young chap, Baby on knee.
hardly old enough to vote. Settle to nap,
Just out of mother's lap, and form dreaming.
knowledge of government still remote. Blasted! Jet fly, he up.
Must take the plunge sometime, though, Maybe now he
now is as good a time as any startle poo' chap.
to walk the straight and narrow, Cause warm feeling.
stand on one's own and be free. Bastard! Wet on my lap!
Here we go:
(moment's hesitation)
right before left.
Got it, good show!
……PERAMBULATION.
The mysteries of sleep
Long nights with many interruptions
The light bulb in my head will not die out
despite the fact that the body is heavy and tired
Nothing should be untried ...
the most important hours of rest
I walk back and forth through
the silence of the house
In the flickering fire of my thoughts
If sleep was not essential for good health,
would probably mother earth not prioritize
that we should spend 1/3 of the day sleeping
Sleeping Beauty woke up refreshed
( She slept for 100 years
even for a princess's heart way too long )
The hunt for a rested morning
19/05/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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