Long Yawn Poems
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I really don't connect well with others
alone never was lonely for me
Don't mind short visits or being out to eat
food can end conversation, nothing to say
take another bite. People can be clingy
wanting more than I can give. I really
don't have secrets, my life pretty dull
but I like it. Never really liked playing games
too much work and everyone cheats.
Somehow it is always competition
never fun, never good game handshake and smile
afterwards. Always shouting and anger and that's just
Monopoly. I like sitting on my front porch and
listening to my dogs bark, it makes them so happy.
Like watching the birds use the bird bath, they
are whimsical in the water. Like listening to college
football games on the radio, the play by play and
game description are more fun than watching TV.
Not many have patience now. Always seeking satisfaction
with a high tech gadget that thrills them with colorful
lights and images. To each his own.
Maybe if I could pretend to care instead of ignoring
others it would help, a gentle nod in agreement,
a slow hmmmm of interest, and never yawn within
minutes, perceived as rude. Can't really talk with anyone
they only want agreement. A slight turn from their perceived
reality could end up in a violent fist fight.
Not that I don't mind occasional exercise but too much effort.
Maybe that's it, relationships with others are
just too much effort with so little enjoyment.
One day the world may calm down and people could
be agreeable even without agreeing. But not yet,
not yet.
A sleepy springtime morning
A sleepy springtime morning
the sun awakes the dawn
I slip from neath the covers
a smile and a yawn
You're lying there beside me
peacefully asleep
So beautiful the image
my mind it loves to keep
I make a pot of coffee,
a cup for me and you
Then wait for you to join me
a table set for two
I peek in at you sleeping,
you open up your eyes
and giggle when you see me,
I breathe a happy sigh
This sleepy springtime morning,
now blue skies up above
Is always so much better,
when shared with one you love
Good morning Soupers
I met my love before the dawn
But all we did was nod and yawn.
As sleepy hearts of love can’t speak
So we, more rest did seek.
I met my love to break our fast
But quickly so our time did pass.
When leaving she gave me her smile
Which held me for awhile.
I met my love as it was noon
And sang for her a cheerful tune.
A kiss she gave me on the cheek
That made my knees go weak.
I met my love as evening came.
Undying love I did proclaim.
She fell into my warm embrace.
Our breath, our hearts did race.
I met my love beneath the moon
To vow that we would be wed soon.
Her life, her fate she joined to mine
Eternally entwined.
When the late night shines upon me
And I am just a yawn away
From entering my dreamland
Such a lovely place to play
Will I remember if I have been there
Are my thoughts sketchy at best
When I lay my head down to sleep
For an evenings night of rest
When my head it hits the pillow
And I slowly fade away
To escape into my dream world
To lead my mind astray
They seem so clear and vivid
While I live them in my mind
But the details become sketchy
When awakened they are hard to find
But I travel back each night time
In search for a perfect place
A fine nocturnal excursion
And a view of your beautiful face
My heart has joined this lovely ride
It has traveled this road before
Walking hand in hand in the night sky
Revisiting earth once more
We’ll dance across constellations
Tip toe along the stars
While the evening skies become your eyes
And I feel you near and afar
Then suddenly we are falling
And the planets pass us by
Holding on to each other
While we no longer fly
Our lips they touch just one more time
I suddenly lie awake
Returning from a journey
I never knew I would take
It all seems so wonderful
That I close these eyes each night
And float away with my imagination
The heart navigates this flight
Some times the ride is plenty rough
Waking up in a cold cold sweat
Recalling that you cant dance in the big dipper
Without getting your big toes wet
Now I lay me down to rest
And these eyes will slowly close
Ready for my night time journey
But to where? , nobody knows
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Dreams engrossed
Delicate bluebells yawn
Heaven refreshing
Soft wings of swans
A glowing splendour
We rest in silence
07.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Its pools of elastic black oil
that pulls lines and curves
spaces pausing words
a flick of a tale
a flick of a tail
tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn
U's that capture like cups
O's that don't stop or start
slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's
i hang a hammock between too Y'S
not too wise
without the h would it urt
scratching scrawls that screech of something soulless
feathered fails and faltered falls
scripts of pain and love that came before
lies that slip the silence
truths that never shared
Hope that just hopped by
Fear pulled sorry by the ear
until it shed a tear
Eating away at the hate
What words will i let go
which will i store for another
Which sword is wrnog
which rite is write
at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss cuss
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other buoys and gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
Read a few of those stories of
Guy de Maupassant today (On January third.)
One of them was called “The Parrot”,
Where a tortured woman killed a bird.
These days I barely go outside,
It is a very difficult fact for me and the little ones.
Although there is no white snowfall in Edinburg, like Chicago.
This city never does.
I happened to learn a new thing from Maupassant,
As in one of his stories, where
A cup of Coffee was smoking on a person’s table.
I found it quite interesting, there.
Actually most of the time,
I feel a similar situation for day to day tiny moments,
My morning cereal talks to me while I yawn
And the same goes for others
We all utter with a tired voice,
Okay, when will be our next meal then, after….?
And I assure others, with a dried smile, a gesture
That only they will decipher.
My lonely strange nights are still very talkative,
Reminds me of a rather silly story
And Nightly sky still sounds like a sea- confined
In a tiny shell, in an awakened diary.
First Thing
The morning is quiet.
I have not yet gone outside.
I yawn inaudibly.
What will the day be like?
Will things be okay?
What should I do about?
What will happen if?
It all floods back at me.
A never ending onslaught of…
So many things I think about.
Only moments before,
peace.
Now?
Not!
I want to roll over.
I want to go back to bed.
I want to pull the covers over my head.
I want permission to stay where I am.
No one is going to give me that.
Not even me…
Work is calling.
One kind or another,
“it” knows the word or words,
used to bring me from my stupor.
Yet, I linger.
Do I have time to pray?
It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me
Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm
Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy
So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I wake
we can sort it out, see what's at stake
Simmer down and go slow
ease off and let it go
If you blow your top
will it ever stop
Mediocre as it seems
dumb to others sure its deem
but important to you you you
for the hundredth time walk me through.