Long Sleep tight Poems
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You've closed your eyes now and given
your love to this day
and now you're sleeping soundly
there's so much that I want to say.
I'm sorry I didn't visit longer
if you begged me for just one more
chance I would have came
I regret ignoring you and truly
awash with the shame.
And sometimes I know I got shouty
your bottom lip trembled with tears
I hope that you know I didn't mean it
it's one of my deepest fears.
Tomorrow, I promise to be kinder
and not stare at people walking on the ground
I will carry you in my heart as a reminder
listening for every sound.
I want you to know you were amazing
invigorating in every way
you showed me what life was about
you're blazing light, lead thru the day.
Your laughter filled me with gladness
your smile more brighter than the sun
I could sit and watch you for hours
A beautiful, face that shun on.
Please never doubt how much I loved you
Photo's of you make my heart swell
the way that your cheek curves so plumply
that wonderful, soft scented smell.
So sleep tight, I'm always with you
dreaming of a life filled with fun
knowing one day dreams will come true
I'd do anything for one last cuddle.
Plato to Aristotle….”you made your bed, now sleep in it”
Aristotle to Plato….”if you lie down with dogs expect to arise with fleas”
Plato to Aristotle….”Ekphrasis makes strange bedfellows”
Aristotle to Plato….”never wake a sleeping blog”
Plato to Aristotle….”no matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney”
Aristotle to Plato…”sleep tight – don’t let the bedbugs bite”
Plato to Aristotle…”ever slept on a bed of roses?”
Aristotle to Plato….”required some thorny removal”
Plato to Aristotle…”let us remove ourselves to the fireplace
and look at some pictures”
Aristotle to Plato….”Yeah, but don’t go asking them any questions”
Form:
ALL IN A DAY
When the moon and the stars are bright,
everything seems to be all right.
We tend to sleep tight through the night.
Although, morning starts after midnight.
For most people, morning starts at dawn;
however, when the sun rises is the norm.
The dark sky may turn from sky blue to azure sky.
The rising sun reflects pinkish hue in the morning sky.
The birds are tweeting or a song bird chirping.
The morning breeze makes the leaves ruffling.
Day light is spent doing daily activities or working,
while the sun continues to mesmerize by glittering
the sea and bringing about magnificent colors of red,
orange, gold as it sets and the vividness is spread.
The evening comes, as daily activities wind down.
Darkness falls welcoming the night, the time to lie down.
10/16/20 Collaboration With The Silent One Silent One
Once there was a girl who visited her grandmother on a long weekend. She was alone with the old woman and told, "Good girls listen and get delicious rewards." Her grandmother placed a fresh batch of doughnuts on the table. The sugary aroma danced inside her nose. She wanted to be good. She reached for a doughnut—the glazed promise melted in her mouth. It stayed within her teeth along with three cavities.
Upon the first bite, the kitchen warmed, like an oven heating up to bake a meat pie. There are two types of grandmothers in stories like these. The first kind of grandmother was the loving grandmother who cared for their grandchild and taught them a bit of magic. The second kind of grandmother is the monstrous grandmother who abused her grandchild and ate them when their tender flesh fell off the bone.
A girl like her hoped that if she followed the rules laid out, her grandmother would turn out to be a loving kind. The threat of being turned into a meat pie terrified her. She liked her flesh attached to bone and beneath skin. She couldn't help but side-eye her grandmother when the old woman prepared chicken for dinner. "Strip the bird of its skin in one go. It's painless that way."
Time was something the girl didn't have when she woke up in a hot room. The temperature rose, and she baked under a brown blanket. She wheezed and tried to loosen the bondage to escape the heat. Her grandmother's muffled voice slipped through the gaps in the metal door. "Sleep tight, dear, don't let the bad dream disturb you." She felt the sweat steam off her skin. She wiggled and escaped the stiff blanket. She scrambled to the door and burned her hands from shoving against it. The door cracked open, heat fled the oven, and she didn't see her grandmother.
TAKE MY HAND
Give me the pieces of your heart,
give me your pains .
i am praying for you,
just take my hand .
wretchedness is also a teacher,
failure makes us trained.
some days are sunday and
friday are some
just be in the present ,
no need to run.
one day you will gonna sleep tight ,
few days are left no need to fight .
dust off yourself try it again
be sure this time you have my hand
together we shall win the game
i am your friend just take my hand
Inhibitions won't be sealed
when alcohol starts to reveal
Your deeply hidden desires
I need to put out the fires
Your strong drink is finally causing
Please eat something to start pausing
The effects of your choice
You wont listen to a voice
Of reason that is just trying
To keep you from slowly dying
A special friend I knew went down
The wrong path--they never found
Their way out of this despair
Too stubborn to even hear
I know exactly where their headed
Because their consumption led
To a fateful and dark night
I can not repeat the fright
With another reckless friend
Do not let this be the end
Take a moment--slow it down
One more friend laid in the ground
Is more than my heart can take
Do not put your life at stake
By being a dumb a-- fool
I'm about to fight and duel
Grabbing that drink right off you
Look at me and get a clue
Come on lets get out of here
Driving you home I will take care
To make sure you are alright
In your bed you will sleep tight
Tomorrow will be a new day
Sticking by you at AA
I make sure your better
My friendship will help you weather
Any storm that you will face
I'll be the rock that you can brace
If you start to fall and stumble
My caring heart will keep you humble
“Hold Momma’s hand.” She said as they entered the store. “Stay as close to me as you can.” Momma was carrying her by the time they left when she said, “Say bye-bye to the man.”
As I watched them leave…I paused a moment…my imagination stirred…
I wondered how many times we say I love you…but I love you in other words.
How many times a minute, a day, a week, a month a year…do we use other words to say I love you…out loud…or whispered in an ear?
So I decided to take an entire day and add up the I love you in other words amount…and I am happy to report…how quickly I lost count.
Left and right…everywhere I looked…it was like a scene out of The Birds…people saying I love you…but I love you in other words.
You can do it…welcome home…I’m glad you’re hear…sleep tight…
I know you’re hurting but I’m here now…everything will be all right.
On and on they kept coming…as if they were raining down from the clouds above…
Who knew there were so many other ways to say it…so many other words for love.
If my counting wasn’t difficult enough…I hit another snag…wouldn’t you know it!
For not only are there a million ways to say I love you…there are a million ways to show it.
A touch…a kiss…holding hands…candy…flowers…a gift as a surprise…and if you look closely…how often you will see love reflected in the eyes.
I realized trying to count all the different forms of love around me was too difficult a campaign…it’s like standing in a downpour trying to counts each drop of rain…
Needless to say I stopped counting…it was obvious…it was an immeasurable amount
besides…when it comes to all the different ways we say I love you…
it’s more fun to watch…than it is to count.
Hush, my little one, do not cry,
The sky is blood, the stars run dry.
The bombs will fall, the walls will shake,
But here in my arms, I will not break.
The streets are rivers of ash and flame,
And every step you take bears my shame.
Men with power, hearts turned to stone,
Have left this world for you alone.
The wind it whispers of homes now lost,
Of forests burned, of rivers tossed.
The hunger bites, the fire grows,
The world is crueler than anyone knows.
I wish for you a softer place,
A sun-warmed field, a gentle face.
But all I can give are trembling hands,
To guide you through these shattered lands.
Close your eyes while the sirens scream,
While the night devours every dream.
The bombs will fall, the glass will break,
But you are safe for my own heart’s sake.
I will shield you from every sound,
From shadows that crawl upon the ground.
The cold may bite, the smoke may sting,
But I will guard you through everything.
The men who march with boots of steel,
Cannot undo what we now feel.
But even here, in ruins deep,
I promise, darling, you’ll not weep.
Hush now, child, the night is long,
The world is harsh, the world is wrong.
But in this cradle, hold my hand,
And I will help you understand:
That though the skies rain fire and grief,
And though the nights bring no relief,
There is a spark within your chest,
A fragile flame that will not rest.
Sleep, my darling, hush, and dream,
Though shadows crawl and sirens scream.
The world is dark, the world is wide,
But here, in my arms, you can hide.
And when the dawn breaks weak and grey,
We’ll face the ruins, we’ll find a way.
Though history’s weight bends every knee,
You are the light they cannot see.
So sleep, my little one, sleep tight,
Through endless bombs and endless night.
Though I cannot stop the world’s cruel hand,
I will love you still, and help you stand.
My grandparents lived in a drafty old farmhouse,
yet, filled with a warmth, that came from the heart
and a hearth, where we hovered on cold winter nights.
Days were much sunnier, the breezes were brisk,
and the ritual of bedtime, meant taking a risk.
The bedrooms were poised on the back of the house
The heat could not travel the length or about
It took all of our courage when bedtime arrived
removing our layers, we must set aside.
An old fashioned bathroom, and orange Lifebouy soap
cradled in wire, in racks by the sink
A claw footed tub, swallowed one's pride,
with water as cold, as the frost-bite outside.
My bed was a cot, next to her sewing machine,
Under the clock in the frosty, back room
Grams would come in for a minute, or two
long after sundown, and bedtime was due
And although she was stiff, from old joints that would creak
She'd kneel down beside me so softly to speak
Holding my hand, and together, we'd pray
Thanking the Lord for the gifts of the day
A kiss on the forehead,...then off went the light
"Sleep tight, little one,...no worries tonight
I prayed to the Lord that no bedbugs will bite"
Sweet sleeping child
What a beautiful sight
Dreams running wild
A future oh so bright
In the calm night
No worries to be found
You are my light
In my arms safe and sound
I gaze away
Ponder Heaven on Earth
Thank Him, I pray
Your miraculous birth
A Mother's love
Unwavering and pure
Gift from above
This blessed child I'm sure
Peace comes to me
Sweet sleeping child of mine
A soul I see
Beautiful and divine
Worth more than gold
So innocent and free
My heart you hold
Forever, my baby
My saving grace
My purpose for living
A sweet embrace
I'll always be giving
My little one
I'll protect you, sleep tight
My moon, my sun
You are all that is right
So fast you'll grow
In a blink of an eye
Before you know
Time will zip right on bye
So rest right here
Let me hold you awhile
and keep you near
My sweet, sweet sleeping child