Long Nightcap Poems
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It takes a self to figure
Takes a mind to navigate
To have pride less bolder
In bewilderment to never negate
Time is a forever giveaway
Promising half-truths and half chance
A nightcap from a receiving day
Have you a heart’s desire for wants?
A will to come from strength drawn
Have I the withdrawal to wander into?
A path chosen to start believing from
Have I the question if I knew?
Some days I am sad, others sadder only
Perhaps I’m more glad when I’m just sad
Touching a feel to have touch only barely
To times I have or perhaps have had
And into my mind I can only dwell
Priding myself in endless navigation
To the finding times founded I fell
I negate away that of awe to be left in bewilderment
When you mind your mind cause' all you find.
Is dried up fruit under the rind.
You can't recall what you should know.
You think maybe it's time to go.
The fog is thick, nothing will stick.
You can't depend on your old schtick.
The fading blues is now the news.
Lord knows it's not what you would choose.
So to be thankful on this day.
You have to cast off your dismay.
And eat some turkey, take a nap.
Then wake up, have a nightcap.
For every year family's will fear.
That Uncle will drink too much beer.
And Auntie will be in the wine.
Don't worry, tomorrow, it will be fine.
When everyone must go back home.
I'll sit right down and write a poem.
About how life has come and gone.
And how a thought can't seem to dawn.
Just rambling runnings in the mist.
Of something, I didn't get the gist.
The absence of the facts dismissed.
Oh yeah, here is my Christmas list.
Good morning to you
On this lovely day
Independence is the word
If i may say
I wish i was there
To share with you
A kiss on your cheek
And say how do you do
Take you to lunch
Spend the day
In the warm sunshine
The American way
In the evening we will fish
As hunter gatherers do
Play some music
A dance for two
Into the night
As the owls hoot
Skinny dipping
In our birthday suits
Dried and refreshed
A nightcap for two
As we lie on the bed
Just me and you
But the toll of the day
Tires us so
With your head on my chest
We fall into dreamy flow
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'Twas the night before Christmas in a wintry mist
When from Santa's pocket there fell a list
A list of those kids who were naughty or nice
So Santa's delivery would be precise
The story hit the news as kids slept in their beds
Parents all panicked and scratched their heads
The naughty kids laughed at St. Nick's mishap
And their parents decided to have a nightcap
As Santa circled the homes embarrassed by his goof
He spotted his list right there on a roof!
He quickly retrieved it and was gone in a flash
As the parents sat drinking, some of them smashed
The news of its finding came over the radio
And the naughty kids cried, how their tears did flow
The nice kids were awakened by the sound of a clatter
They rushed to their windows to see what was the matter
And there in his red suit with cheeks all aglow
Santa Claus stood on the lawn in the snow
The parents had now run out of beer
They were too drunk to see the reindeer
Santa Claus delivered to the nice girls and boys
The Grinch must have stolen the naughty ones toys!
The kids watched from their window as the reindeer took flight
And they heard Santa shout with such delight;
" Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night"...
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Her mocking salutation in salute.
Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute.
Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you go down it's chute.
Hell's guillotine greased, oiled,
sparkling it's grinning teeth bare,
waiting to have you.
At an altar of self sacrifice,
to the taste willing flesh- au pair.
Hands thrown to the four winds, and you down her stares.
Tripping while galking at her balcony.
Every which way you roll in the dis gust.
Whispering sorrow across the Glade.
Comes that silvery voice in alchemy.
Across the fortress, under seige that no longer serves as your own, but betrays in mutiny.
Conscience, erased clean, washed to arrays of vacancy, vagrancy, shift phased,
beamed, deemed, worthily-unworthy.
But chosen just the same.
A frozen mural of the living.
Ignoring perditions telltale signs.
It's propriety flashing in a neon haze.
Emergency.
Lights out.
Divergence.
True colors bleed.
In the ritual that brings a nightcap on the
remains, of the day-
That fell against the dusk-
Beneath the shadows of lights cusp.
The repose that lies unrebuked in between-half lifes and sinew.
Half full of temptations brew.
Whole mind to be punched drunk.
Shenanigans to ensue.
The undeads morphine pushing Angel.
Karma Sutra supernatural instructor
of compromising positions of mortal danger.
Too much for you proofed.
Her nails painted quaint,
and tender while tenderizing you in hellfires tinder;rotisserie spit
the choke, the ribbing in the
private joke;
The masterstroke, of sparkling sway, taking away care, caresses
for play.
Sugar cube down in her fairey gleeming's; melting into the half empty cup of
silver stomached linings, a slivered casket in the red district on display.
With silver bullet pan flash with
no cares handling.
Fondling, her cashed in-massaging in her squeeze;
spits in your eyes, takes what is clear- in front of you unto blackened fade from audacity; a sidewinder
of curvaceous sleaze.
Spellbinder.
broad shoulders, six foot three
Rolex, Stacey Adams
suit by Armani
and she said yes
soft spoken, warm hands
piercing eyes, a Harvard degree
business law
and she said yes, yes
a dance
to Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
witty, charming, a nightcap
and she said yes, yes, yes
Mercedes Benz, Pacific Ocean
gated community, ten thousand square feet
pool, sauna, jacuzzi
and she said yes, yes, yes, yes
John Coltrane caressed the ears
Dom Perignon the bloodstream
kissed with the eyes, then the lips
and she said yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
wait, wait
grabbed her, cursed her, rippped her dress
slapped her, groped her, pinned her
mounted her, took her
and she cried no, no, no, no, no–no
Our very survival requires at least some sleep
Collectively we never get enough due to our hectic lives we keep
I think as a whole the lack of shut-eye has affected how we sleep
Our lack of not being able to focus has thrown everything out of sync
We think by not getting enough rest we have more time to get things done
However, the quality of what we do suffers, leaving us stunned
How can we solve this universal problem that would certainly improve our days
Certainly, some form of relaxation that calms the mind should lead the way
Reading a good book before retiring for the night is well worth a try
Some people swear a nightcap works , maybe some old-fashioned rye
Maybe a new high-tech bed with that added comfort would help a lot
I think I will just go to bed and sleep on it ,that's all I got
I remember your ways.
I remember your stays.
The weekends when you’d come home.
Sought the garden out for your dad as he moaned.
Have a nightcap with me, cuddle up like you were three.
You created happiness with your smile.
Your laughter could brighten the darkest of nights.
You loved people, you cared.
You’d help anyone, you’d share.
You’d see the best in the worst.
You’d do your duty even when it hurt.
Your dads garden doesn’t bloom like it did when you were here.
Your little face smiling in the pictures I hold so dear.
Words fail now sorrow lives here
My beautiful Angel… We just can’t accept that you’re not here.
Often, after a day of walking
in and out of my mind,
I will put on a nightcap,
it's not a substantial cap like a bobble hat
it's more a cowl, a hood, a cloud-basket.
Beneath this dark covering
thoughts lay down to rest
in early graves.
Beyond a high hedge of time
astral lights flicker.
An inner sky gleams a starry gloaming,
I grope for a rope to climb
ascend - become - appear.
Now I can travel like a spy balloon
floating remotely guided into other sleeping heads.
Now a secret I have never told myself:
A few nights only,
I enter another person’s dreaming thoughts
startling eyes that are not mine.
I can visit a strangers life,
share a nightmare
or catch a distant memory
rehearsing its pain or joy once more.
It is a trick of immortality
to be this short-lived.
This free-wheeling and head-loose.
Come the bald-faced light
the night cap spins away like a thrown frisbee,
it is only then
that I don't believe a word of myself.
that night looking to the darkness
staring into the night
i begin seeing so much light
within dark searching the skies
dreaming i was one of the wise men
beginning to smile at myself
searching for the star
the one that brought us
his fathers love
i go indoors
ten thirty pm looking
upon my watch
i make myself a cup of coffee
a nightcap before sleep
dressed and got ready
then went to sleep
zero three twenty am
i look at my watch
it felt someone had awoken me
i got this feeling someone
was trying to tell me something
feeling a pang
a lonely pain christmas
it felt someone said
i look around i get the feeling
someone is telling me what to do
words just flowed into my mind
like a river i begin apoligising
in a letter
forgiving the past
giving closure in letter
wishing everyone a happy christmas
very sad someone talked to me i found out
christmas day my mother
said son put your hand on the bible
i thought it a strange request
but i mentioned a few
stories to her
close your eyes
do not be afraid
she said
its not a joke
looking at her face
just knew she was serious
say the lords prayer she said
as the heavenly father will point out
who your guardian angel is
put your hands on the bible
before i put my hands on the bible
it was like i knew who he was
he was a great poet
writing poems and songs
i opened the bible
first name jonah i laughed
out loud
my mother said whats wrong
i said you would not believe this
a month back in the snow
everything around me was white
on my own
in the dark of night
firstly i let on i was noahs ark
i thought to myself rather boring
swallowed by a whale sounded better
came into my mind
sick in heartache
no i laugh
my mother said to me
one of the oldest prophets
in the bible
my god she said
like her eyes dazzled
when she began reading
what i had written that night
my guardian angel