Long Tiredness Poems
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There is no victory when you find your ship has sunk
Your enemies are laughing and have all done a bunk
Left treading water; ‘cause there is no shore in sight
Sharks surround you, it’s gonna be a long hard night
Tiredness takes over; as you surrender, to the waves
Humming to that old church song "God always saves"
There is no victory when you find your ship has sunk
Your enemies are laughing, and have all done a bunk
You awake next morn, to find your prayers answered
And, on some drift wood, you find yourself anchored
Then, to be found by a clipper sailing the seven seas
Suddenly you find your trip home is one of such ease
There's no victory when you find your ship has sunk
Your enemies are laughing and have all done a bunk
Now grateful for some help and that you’ve survived
As on some distant shore you've now safely arrived
Humbled by your experience as so happy to be alive
No bitterness to be found just willingness to survive
There once was a girl
and she loved to draw
She started to get really good
so the people around her couldn't tell
if what she had drawn
was real or fake
Everyday
she would look in the mirror
and draw a smile on her face
she'd add the twinkle in her eyes
and the laugh lines on her cheeks
She would cover up the trail on her face
that the tears had left behind
She would cover up the worry
that showed on her forehead
She would cover up the tiredness
that illuminated across her face
As she walked around
people saw her face and assumed everything was okay
But it wasn't
It hadn't been for a long time
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
Not sure what goes on in my mind
Doubt and inadequacy are all I seem to find
I much prefer when my head is quiet
When darkness descends my mind runs riot
My tiredness is not through lack of sleep
It’s in my head and runs far too deep
Voices in my head, they’re loud and clear
Not always saying what I want to hear
At times when things are not working for me
I try to be positive but inside myself I disagree
Sometimes doesn’t matter what I think or say
I know what’s coming is another negative day
Start feeling crazy and get real mad
Retreat inside myself just feeling sad
Madness, wondering if I should carry on
Thinking, perhaps it’s better if I was gone
This poison running around in my head
Needs to be written but not thought or said
Our four grandchildren have grown up before our eyes…it’s hard to imagine that!
Which means it’s been years since they spent the night with us and Deborah and I babysat.
So, when our son and daughter-in-law asked us to watch their golden lab, Juniper
We said yes without so much as a dialogue…
With all our experience babysitting grandchildren we thought it’d be easy babysitting a dog.
And it was…it truly was…because it turns out…this may sound a little wild…
babysitting a dog is a lot like babysitting a child.
They all liked to go on long walks…whether in a wagon or on a leash
they were happy…we could tell…
Our grandchildren loved the sights and sounds while Juniper loved the smells.
They all loved to eat and eat often…meals, in between meal snacks…ice cream and more
(which had us wondering if their parents had ever fed them before).
They had their favorite games…like fetch and Candy Land…and when
that game was completed, they loved playing it over and over again!
One thing we had forgotten about babysitting was all the energy it required…
as our grandchildren and Juniper were ready to continue playing
long after the two of us were tired.
They all loved love and attention…having their hearts and souls nurtured and fed
and they all loved that time at the end of the day when we’d snuggle together in bed.
Babysitting Juniper reminded us of something else we’d forgotten that we knew…
the happy tiredness and contentment you feel when the babysitting’s through.
When you look around your empty house…
that moments ago was filled with so much energy and activity…
and then
You sigh…smile at one another…knowing after a little rest
you’l be ready to babysit again.
So thanks Juniper…
for helping us remember…all those things with the grandchildren we use to do…
which we probably wouldn’t have thought about….if we hadn’t been babysitting you.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest // Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 8/31/2025 8:56:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 29, 2025
I did not come here to sprint.
I came to gather the pulse of the road,
to feel the gnaw of silence
against the bones of my resolve.
Each step is a revolution
against tiredness,
against the voices that murmur quit,
against the burden of what I once carried.
The horizon never hurries.
It waits, steady as a metronome,
marking time with the breath of dawn,
reminding me: endurance is a kind of prayer.
What is a marathon if not memory
unfolded across distance
the faces that hailed,
the hands that let go,
the griefs I refused to bury?
Still, I run.
Not because triumph is certain
but because the road demands witness.
Even the broke beg a compass.
I anchor my heart to the road,
woven mile after mile.
The finish is not some banner
it is the hour I see
fractures still hold weight.
And so I move,
one breath louder than surrender,
forty-two kilometers of fire
coursing through my veins.
If I falter, let it be forward.
If I fall, let it be on the line
where the road has already
turned me into flame.
I lift my voice to the heavens above
Guide my actions , fill them with love
Great father hear my prayer now
The wisdom to know how
My journey has left me weak
Sometimes my outlook a little bleak
My body and minds been beat down
The weight in which I drown
Tiredness forces me to take a knee
My eyes tired from all they see
Give me the strength to get back to my feet.
To help up all that I meet
I ask for calmness to ease a troubled mind
To seek the goodness in all that I find
Ease the weight from these shoulders of mine
To be a light to shine
My soul be comforted by your grace
Putting a smile on someone's face
Lead me down a path that's true
Guide my way to lead others to you
July 19 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 28-31
Key Verse – Isaiah 28:12 To whom he said, This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REFRESHING ME
Thank You for refreshing me against tiredness
While restoring my strength to its fullness---
Now I can face another challenging business
Indeed ready because of Your steadfastness.
Thank You for refreshing me against hardship
While cheering my soul in Your fellowship---
Now I can persevere by Your entrusted stewardship
Indeed persistent because of Your partnership.
Thank You for refreshing me against losses
While upholding my spirit upon truth-braces---
Now I can rejoice, smiting distresses
Indeed glad because of Your wisdom that blesses.
Thank You for refreshing me against downfall
While anchoring my faith as trust stands righteously tall---
Now I can walk toward holiness’ hall
Indeed inspired because of Your call.
Thank You for refreshing me against trials’ pain
While regarding my welfare midst temptation-reign---
Now I can continue despite attacks of sinful villain
Indeed prayerful because of Your power I can gain.
Thank You for refreshing me against anger
While correcting my attitudes that shouldn’t linger---
Now I can enjoy divine bounty, conquering carnal hunger
Indeed contented because of Your love, defying hatred’s finger.
Thank You for refreshing me against heartaches
While lifting up my eyes to see my mistakes---
Now I can learn from experience-shakes
Indeed assured because of Your Word that wondrously awakes.
July 19, 2022
After the day is over
Withdraw the night to come
Of overwhelming tiredness
Covered up, wrapped my bones
I return to her
After every event
I return to her
After every tear
I return to her
After every cheer
I return to her
After every discussion
I return to her
After every argument
I hug her so intensely
Never want to let go
I hug her with every pleasure
Of my thoughts
With every agony she had suppressed
With every tear she has shed
With every day that has passed
With every hour that clarified
Her devotion
Her will
To never let go
I hugged her with every will
That lasted because of her
I hugged her
My mother
So frightened of the thought
That one day I may wake up
And never find a reply
For What
Fight and struggle as one can,
From growing boy into a man,
All the while not knowing the plan,
This need for life escapes me.
Make a friend or make a foe,
‘Tis how we meet that causes so,
Should one come or the other go.
This need for life escapes me.
Work and worry and work some more,
In tiredness lay upon the floor,
With every muscle aching sore
This need for life escapes me.
Flesh and blood and bone we are.
Selfsame particles as a star,
With house and boat and clothes and car,
This need for life escapes me.
Reproduce into this world,
Another child boy or girl,
Their struggle now to unfurl,
This need for life escapes me.
Then love bursts upon the scene,
Fills my heart with hopes and dreams.
Now I’ll live by any means,
For this life now excites me.
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