(Leo - our cat's name)
Dear Leo, this verse is about you!
It's being shared not out of the blue
He is the morning person of all
But he doesn't require a rooster's call
He likes going for a morning walk
Of course; only up to kitchen block
He gets delighted to stirring sound
And responds if he's in and around
He takes a stance by arching its back
And displays his prudence to attack
Wise enough to show his intention
Follows on to catch our attention
He does give no scope to any mess
He never takes food less or excess
Our casual talks filled with his bites
We feel proud to share all those highlights
Decodes signs like a flawless scanner
Wins hearts with an elegant manner
He always appears to be composed
With great love, the best of him disclosed
Sadness
I don't need you
Bring me happiness instead
Because it is happiness that I need
Badly in my life
Yes I am sorry for feeling grumpy today
That is because I didn't get enough sleep
Yes I went very late to bed
I broke some rules
That my Father made for me
He made a sleep schedule
It is for me to go early to bed
If I do that i will get plenty of sleep
I can't survive with little sleep
That is the whole truth
AIso I am not a morning person
That is the truth
Father bring peace to my life
Because I have no peace in my life
I am always worrying sick to death
About my life
Yes I know the morning will end soon
My Father
I am looking forward to the afternoon
I want so bad to have a little nap
Father you don't have to worry
About that
I made the choice to have a afternoon nap
If you’re a morning person,
Then you wake before the dawn
And thus, it’s dark outside
When blinds are raised or drapes undrawn.
The city’s very magical
When most of it’s asleep.
It’s relatively quiet
And the stillness settles deep.
The subway’s fairly empty
And most stores are shuttered tight,
Just waiting for their owners
To unlock and flip the light.
Museums are less crowded,
As are parks and paths to stroll,
The noises of the afternoon
Still held in some control.
Late risers miss the magic
That the mornings always bring,
But to them, it is the night time
When their joy is taking wing.
There are tears mixed
into the pancake batter
sun is still obfuscated
by the window shades
without sunshine, I still
wind up a morning person
Tobacco clings to me,
where your scent would be
sewn with many memories
into the mesh of myself
a premature family crest,
stained and worn
The new day shows
only one outcome remains
the eggs are runny,
my nose sniffles into an arid oasis
no sunny side seems
to show up these days
I wake up to an empty pillow,
your space hollow through
but I still cannot but help myself
from making breakfast for two.
he likes brunettes but i was blonde
he likes the darkness but the sun is my favourite
he wakes up early but i like to stay up late
I dye my virgin hair. brunette now
i hide from the sun and learn to love the dark
i became a morning person, will he like me
however now he likes blondes
and loves to soak up the sun
he’s awake all night now
i changed for him
but now he prefers the way i was
why doesn’t he want me? now or then
i changed for his attention
for his love
and yet now or then
i’m still not the one
Shadows of the morning slip silently
Across the coverlet over my bed
Some think the wispy image heavenly
I think of covering my sleepy head
Will fondly sleep another hour instead
Since childhood I'm not a morning person
For sleep I’ve never needed rehearsin’
And I love to write into the wee hours
Arise early a headache will worsen
And my way with phrases easily sours
Slept in today a rare occurrence
A morning person usually is my preference
Six thirty it is for me
Nine a.m. people worried
But here I am full of poop and exuberance
Yes I’m really trying hard to be a morning person
No matter the alarms I set it still isn’t working
I haven’t given up because I’m quite determined
So I currently set myself up with a 2 AM curfew
Let’s see how it goes
I’m sure it will soon show
If I can wake up at this rate
Or will I still be late
I want to be up to see the sun rise
‘Cause that day I managed it was pretty fine
Not to worry because with everything else
All of us included are works in progress
So I tried to be a morning person
And made a plan to meet for certain
But overnight my phone stopped working
With all my alarms inside not turning
And there’s no way my body can count
So I could not get up, you laugh but no doubt
When I finally awoke at one hour late
My friend was no longer at the meeting place
I’m still trying to get the morning thing right
Really I should be in bed early at night
I’d say call me first, let this be a warning
If you’re meeting me any time in the morning
March 27, 2021
I want to be a morning person
And start every day when the sun starts burning
But my body won’t roll out of bed
How do I get it through to my head?
To get my body
To not be so naughty
When I go to sleep
I try to count sheep
So I get enough rest
To wake up earliest
But alas hasn’t helped
Not even the dogs yelp
So I struggle with this
But the thought’s not dismissed
I will make this happen
Maybe squeezing a nap in
Then I will see the sun rise
Now what’s the loudest alarm chime?
March 24, 2021
I have never been a morning person.
Painting by moonlight’s ecstasy,
fantasies become realities within the
moon’s ethereal glow.
A whispering pen bleeds golden hues
upon a parchment stage to set the scene.
A brush’s river overflows onto canvas
in flavors of cherry red and
tangerine orange...
inside I bloom.
My sense of humor was laying under the French toast
Looking forlorn and angry
I dared not speak to it.
It is less of a morning person than I am.
I did not acknowledge that I had seen it
or even find it at all….
Until we both had three cups of coffee
and a bucket of warm sweet syrup on that French toast.
Oh bed you served me well last night
as I slumber and dreamed,
dreaming of many things I must do
and places I must go today.
Waking up early is not for me
the floor and slippers my feet must find,
then it is time to stumble to the kitchen
for the hot go go juice disguised as coffee.
As I sip my hot coffee,
I am trying to wake up to the bright new day,
with birds chirping and singing their little hearts out
the bright sun all aglow coming in my window.
Sipping my hot coffee I must decide
what this day will bring for me,
I am not a morning person
so guess it is back to my soft bed and pillow
I am ready to pull the covers over my head
mornings are something I just cannot do.
8-19-2019
Coffee goes on before one word is said
Hopefully way after dawn.
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread
Or you'll learn what it means when the Queen of
Hearts says off with your head.
This is my quiet time. Be gone!
Coffee goes on before one word is said.
Spread
The news Jemi John
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread.
There really is nothing to dread
Just hang on.
Coffee goes on before one word is said.
My mind is dead.
It needs coffee so I can understand all this
Jargon.
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread
Instead
Let me wake up with out being put upon.
Coffee goes on before one word is said.
I am not a morning person so don't go where
Kings won't tread.
It was a day full of joy,
A contingent of people witnessed,
When the vows were openly said,
Crowned with the infamous phrase,
“Till death do us part”
Yes, it’s only death that does part.
Death of love,
When love left us,
We were no longer one,
But two souls under one roof,
With names signed in a certificate,
Sharing children who are in the dark.
Death of trust,
The faith and security faded away,
Due to the reckless breaking of trust,
Just like hot butter in a toast,
The growing embers of untrustworthy,
Melted the faith we had in each other.
Death of finance,
My gambling addiction come to play,
Followed by extended periods of debt,
Leading to our perennial disagreement,
Driving the union in tatters.
Death of compatibility,
You were a morning person,
I wasn’t,
You were a couch potato
I wasn’t,
This was already dead and buried.
Death of communication,
The line of thoughts gradually changed,
Needs couldn’t be comprehended,
Different values and feelings bore frustrations,
Leading to honest lies,
Surely, "death" did us part.
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