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Details | ABC | The Moon's Lullaby Hush, dear. For I will stay—here, with you, holding you; forever, just for tonight I shall watch you sleep, unaware of the dark and the starless sky: Just enough warmth and, of mother's tenderness, soft light Keeping you from all that make babies cry: Love, we know, knows not of Morns nor of Nights.

Details | ABC | The Quiet of the Night The quiet of the night The silent of the noise what a joy! No dogs, barking! No horns tooting! No babies crying! No children are screaming! The quiet of the night. It's really great! Sounds of the rain as it falls. The sound of it hitting the window pain. It's quite so quiet I can't sleep at night. The q

Details | Free verse | Sweet Sounds Glittered across glassy dome above Slight lights sprinkled Conductors of Sweet sounds A first lullaby Hummed from the lips of a new mother Just before a bedtime kiss It drifts, floats The gentlest of notes Glide down from dust-lit sky slides Into the ears Of those who will hear, Pause In awe Then listen... listen Wait some more And the newborn babies softly snore

Details | Free verse | Losing Sight Day turns to night and I lose my sight . My head fills with the pitter patter of little feet. Lots of giggles and smiles and tiny kisses for miles and miles . Dreams of babies consume the night . Morning falls and I awake into a daze . The day goes o slow it seems , as soft lalabyes play in my head until i reach my bed again . Day turns to night and I again lose my sight as dreams of babies once again consume the night .

Details | Alliteration | Afternoon Birds Afternoon Birds Babies, your tummies know it’s 5 o’clock, and so Fill them please with many seeds, And fill me with your trills and songs. Then fly and sing on sunset wings To perch and dream. Let not the night bring Any fright to you while slumb’ring. No feline’s hiss or carnal wish By any predator Or man-made thing. Let dove and crow Find rows together in mumbled sleep. From twilight’s dark, keep Still your spark, to feast and sing ‘Til dawn of morning.

Details | Rhyme | Night Teeth brushed Babies hushed Prayers said Then to bed Exciting dreams In a world never seen Health restored From previous days' chores Though body quiet And still through the night Brain busy as a bee If we could only see Now time to wake up Shower & makeup Kids ready for school Wipe baby drool Quiet sobs & screams Pack healthy lunches Include notes saying " luv u bunches " But bedtime don't delay Night different world than day Secret & seductive Fantastic dreams if we're lucky

Details | ABC | Life Without Love To Give How bad is a life. Without love to give? Well I say to myself, That's a horrible life to live, When I wake up every night crying to hear, That one little voice, That brings me to tear up, You were not all mine, But I hurt When you felt one once of pain. One Night of sickness, That horrible strain, You were my morning and night star, I cry when they say your name, I die inside when I stand beside that babies grave, I think of him always. Mommy Never forgot you, Nor will I ever stop loving you My Son.

Details | Light Verse | "i'M Your Pillow" When your eyes close at night do you know I'm not far.. Do you dream in flight like on a Ferris wheel up in a star.. Are your pillows clouds that comfort you like a babies cradle.. Do they soothe your sleep or stir you mind like soup from a ladle... Do you see my eyes covering you and absorbing your beauty like dessert... Taking your soul as you lay and rest and keeping it from getting hurt... I'm your angel during the night and your devil when its right... But always protect you from the bad, and promise never to make you sad...

Details | Quatrain | Circadian Blaring klaxons rouse the weary Fumble for steaming mug of pain Stiletto sunrise, eyes bleary Sandman’s Valium starts to drain Resplendent youth line up for inculcation Foreheads kissed, lunchboxes brimming Then practiced subroutines of remuneration Contentious jockeying, sinking/swimming A million convocations for stricken minds Urgent catharsis, and perhaps, listening Long awaited liaisons, pairs entwined Pheromonal interweaving, skin glistening Round beer babies nursing towards sleep Gluttonous eyes devour psychedelic flashes Daydreams of love, wide and deep Half-empty bottles, faint taste of ashes 3/7/16

Details | ABC | Tonight Tonight When I entered my apartment The stairs were lying like tired men after a hard day's work The door a yawning mouth My TV was listening intently to the sports newscast And Like a huge fat woman, the couch was sitting on the floor Hardly breathing the used air The curtain tickled the cheek of the window……… Swaying gracefully above My books slept like babies on the hands of the bookshelves The dining table was listening to the whispers of her chairs The lamps were winking at to each other The fan was busy flailing her arms indifferent In my apartment The life looks the same as I left it Everything is normal No, It is more than normal Strange……… No one missed me?

Details | Quatrain | Twas the Night Before Christmas Had she known what day tomorrow would be Every push would have produced a smile All the search would have been far more bearing And every tear would have worth the while The pains had just began to glide No wonder labor, they call it. Time was no longer on her side So she rushed quickly to the inn Disappointed, she had to leave Seems all the babies chose that night to dock. The pain now a torn beyond reach The manger seemed to be her best shot She lay there weeping in agony With animals as her only bed mates. Wondering how long this night would be The torment continued till the next day Looking way back at that night Which is now once upon a time. I'm amazed how such a plight Now brings much joy on the same night

Details | I do not know? | That Old Rocking Chair See that old rocking chair in the corner Made of nothing but wood, nails, and glue My Grandfather made it for Grandma Back when their marriage was new It's where she rocked her all her babies Prayed and sang sweet lullabies It's where Grandpa set by the edge of her bed On the night he told Grandma goodbye It's where Grandpa would set and tell stories All us kids gathered round at his feet And the stories were all about Grandma And how she made his whole life complete When my Grandpa passed on The chair was passed dowm To my Mother and then on to me Now it sets over there in the corner for my family and friends to all see Sometimes late at night when it's quiet I think I see that old chair move I know it's just Grandma or Grandpa In that chair made of wood, nails, and glue

Details | Rhyme | Dim Lights In Midnight Sometimes, I wander outside in the hours of midnight. And boy,every time I'm welcomed with a strange sight. There is this ominous silence, no mewling babies and howling banshees. And the moon looks like a shining, white pearl of the dull, black seas. The god Hypnos lulls the stray dogs and even the watchmen to sleep. There is hardly any soul to notice me loitering around like a creep. All shutters are down and the one hue that you see is black. A few brats lay on the pavement after an overdose of smack. Only a few cars are to be seen; the street lights have also turned dim. When the clock strikes twelve, this night vibe is both amusing and grim. Finally after a few hours of dawdling, I see the rising sun giving out its radiant light, And I realize that I actually found more solace when the city slept in the midnight!

Details | Rhyme | A Silent Night, a Holy Night The sun has set and the shadows fled The feathered flocks flown to their nest Weary men after the day’s toil and care Are back home for sleep and rest No bird sings and no beast strays No tramp wanders and no lights shimmer Silence rules and peace prevails The sky is clear and the stars do glimmer Buds unfold in shady glades A sweet aroma pervades the air Fluttering leaves sing a lullaby And glow worms reel on wings of fire Birds and beasts, in Nature’s bosom rest Babies nap cuddling to their mothers tight Tired men stretch out under quilts for ease The world, asleep with dreams sweet and bright It's a brief interlude from all angry strife A time of farewell to all frivolous conceits A holy night to bury our woes And a God sent time to ease our spirits! Placed First in the Contest. 29 Dec. 2021 Strand No.1042 Poetry Contest Sponsor- Brian Strand

Details | Lyric | Butterfly Dreams I could have all the stars sing for you Even the winds would pause and listen The angels would hum along Little babies would giggle at such a blissful sight Yet you still would not sleep For who would miss such an enchanted lullaby? I could tell the rain to dance for you Dance at the rhythm of its own fall Splashing little sparkles of diamond in the moonlight Teasing the moon to bring about a rainbow Yet you would giggle to yourself and not sleep yet For you find it not sweet to miss such a splendor of nature. Or I could just sit and read to you about Georgie Porgie Who found the girls playing and kissed them all But we both know such a story is not exactly a bed time story For you would rather stay up all night And make your own bedtime story So I will just sit here, look at you, and smile Smile away all your sorrows and sooth your withered heart But not a poem shall I tell For all I will ever say is GOOD NIGHT

Details | Free verse | Beautiful Mistress Beautiful Mistress The full moon fills the sky with glowing light, like white fire on shade. It brings out the good, and the bad, the known and the unknown equally. The coyote dances under the radiance, with both zest and zeal in measure, to the raccoon, that gathers her babies to tell them... best beware. It is a wild night of wholeness, and the power of "feral" embraced. There is no safety, it is only an illusion. The snake slithers into the underbrush, trying to hide well enough to find food. A mouse for dinner would be his best choice, but there are no four-legged snacks in the grass. They are all hiding under the umbrella of the peach tree. Dark clouds start at the far edge of the sky. They gather to gain strength, and then come this way. Their march, blotting out the heavens, one star at a time. Lastly the giant orb in the sky, way up high is challenged. There is nothing to be done, but give up. The valley below... soon drenched in rain, sleet... and later... snow. The glow of forever, gone.

Details | Rhyme | A Tenebrous Night Is About To Fall Wild meadows beneath white peaks, a jessamine perfume enters the nostrils... winds resume. Sturdy men hop on stallions, wolves growl as worried mothers tend to their babies; a tenebrous night is about to fall... way off is the dawn... darkness covers all! My land has no frontiers, all stranded souls are welcome to stay for an evening away from dire, they can warm-up by the flickering campfire and drink their whisky; do they have bedtime tales to tell the starry-eyed children? They won't go to sleep as yet, a hungry wolf has lept and staring at them he lies down... preferring warmth over raw food: a single chick or a whole brood! My village is one of the thousands dispersed through this valley of cotton fields, of strawberries, of watermelons and of perfumed air; everyone keeps an eye on each other. An intruder is fended off with rifles, may he resists, he'd be subdued... unless their intentions are good. A cowboy lost his life, his name was Willy, and it makes other cowboys suspicious of a shady stranger! Silence lays shadows over the Joshua trees, the Madagascar palms and the Burning Bushes; it leaves the entire village intact... forcing the midnight wind to go north; happy are the desert roses keeping their pink flowers, they won't shed any petal on cracked rocks... they'll guarantee wages in the farmer's wallet!

Details | Free verse | My Inner Voice Told Me After a hazardous trip from a far- off district, With drooping spirits and waning energy, I alighted at the station to catch the night train, My heart besieged by memories of a home, left behind. Like a drop in the ocean, I quickly merged with the buzzing crowd. In the blinking light of platform lamps, I saw a huge crowd- the young and the old, With baggage heaped on baggage Patiently waiting for the arrival of the train. Soon came the grating voice of the loudspeaker~ “The Rajadhani Express from Delhi to Trivandrum Scheduled to leave the station by 9 pm Would be late by one hour’!" I went cold at the thought of another long wait. In the sweltering heat of a summer night, Amid an undulating mass and deafening holler and roar It would be hell tied there for one more hour. The cry of babies fell in my ears like the squeal of piglets Some old women sat on haunches on the floor, Before some homemade food and snacks, Spread out on old newspapers and began munching. Youngsters busied themselves on their cell phones, Sending missives to their loved ones, Or chatting with their pals. I sat away secluded, inhaling the soot and the dust And looking vacantly at the curl of smoke From the grumpy looking man’s cigar, Sitting opposite to me lazily. When his red falcon eyes fell on me, My inner voice told me to move away, And instantly I walked into the ladies’ retiring room, Regretting once more, being a woman!/em>

Details | Free verse | Summer Thunder booms, lightning cracks open the sky. Under the shelter of trees, birds and animal lie. Safe from the winds that howl through the night, Babies huddle next to parents shaking with fright. Summer night enters with a crash and a bang. Morning sun eases over the horizon Coloring the dawn sky, the calm after the storm. Wildlife slowy awakens, blinking in the morning light. Shaking off the nights rain, drying in the welcome heat of the sun. Some humans rush off to work Coffees cup in hand, looking towards the sky. Those left at home begin the mornings tasks, Making a list of chores and groceries to buy. Light from the morning sun shines into the window, brightening the house. A long day of work for both Then time spent with family. Mowing the lawn, watering the garden Lending a hand with the childrens homework. Finally day ends, relaxing to the sound of distant thunder rumbling. Natures day ends as well, as the evening sky darkens. Flower petals close to the night. Birds cuddle their young at the nest, Sharing their warmth as the suns heat fades. Night animals appear, wary of the distant thunder. Raindrops start slowly, dotting the sand. Rabbits and other night creatures make for their homes. The thunder moves closer, lightning flashes above. People safe asleep in thier beds, lightnings brightness flashes on closed eyes. Outside nightcrawlers glide silently, no eyes to blink.

Details | Free verse | Early Morning At Riverside Park Independence Day is over A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away The faint fragrance of burnt offering still hangs low ....like sweat, of a long, grey cloak. The park still echos with faint "ooooh's" and "ahhhs"... lingering in the sultry air, and bouncing off the silent bandstand If you try, you can almost hear the High School band, playing tributes to Souza and the homeland flag Where eyes glistened and reflected a night sky alive with fire now, the only sounds are chattering squirrels, as they scurry and nibble on remants of a celebratory feast, hiding in the dewy grass The morning air is cool and the ground is damp Park benches, the bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and playgrounds abandoned, save of their mourning clothes Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates Spent sparklers, fire crackers, a lone sneaker... Where just hours ago..music from radios, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering Deafening man-made thunder made babies cry dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears Now so silent in this early somber morn The only sound this morning comes from a slight breeze that stirs.... a tossed Pepsi paper cup.... as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...as it hops among the dried, brown leaves down a hot, empty sidewalk...

Details | I do not know? | My Heart and I My future will not copy carbon cruel my past No, nor trusting man with fallen promise patched A wind exposed distorted tree was all that was left before my feet My heart and I have endured enough We are tired my heart and I It was not thus in that old time such tenderness had no need to hide Gone be the cowards whose love like famished leech will suck the sweet and labored veins to bleed Fool me once, then fooled me twice 'twas I the poor pathetic fool - deceived by count of thrice We are all worn out my heart and I Ah, but anger has kept me well though be no hope in heavens sky before the grave that bids farewell Oh so tired my heart and I too tired to long or wish to hide 'twas not the plan of his widowed bride to waste the gift he set aside In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out and when that anger cease it's glare of time past-tense will find me there Displaced the faith of one so tired in crushed and broken faith My heart and I in cusp retired for to fair the fight of the brave Alone I lean upon your grave to join my life that went away Oh please I beg, bid me not to stay for what soul I had has wasted away Nothing will ever be what's right the way it was meant to be It was supposed to be "you and me our babies, our FAMILY" I knew I could not endure another failed attempt to live the dreams that we had dreamt We tried my heart and I but now it's time to say goodbye Our little men will be alright life is cruel but they'll get by Forgive me love, love of my life We're oh so tired my heart and I Eternally... and a kiss. Thy sweetest kiss, goodnight to what is not the living of life.

Details | Free verse | A Night After the Neurosis : a Song For the Mozaic Society It is a quite Sunday morning It was a weird outing in the evening We saw fuming ashes We saw failed elephants We heard the tales of fallen petals We saw drifting continents of love and lust It was a quite Sunday morning after a tepid Saturday night I saw many men sulking under the weight of their own dreams I heard many women lustfully languishing their tongue twisters They were all eloquent They were all spellbound They were castrated A Carnival in the oddest of the hours A Caricature of my self and many other selves Our pulses were travelling to Venus, Mars and Pluto We were simmering in the heat of the market mongers We were boiler plates to the typecasted experiments in human nature Have you heard about Pavlov Who embarked on an experiment to create machines in human mindset Have you learned about Vygotsky Who smiled at the smiling babies and loved their zones of evolution Have you wept when Maykovsky shot dead himself His poetry must have been boiling faster than his heart impulses When I end up embracing the dichotomies of Mikhail Bakhtin I know I have become a scoundrel, polyglot, a hedonist, pagan beast When this hetroglossia unfolds and scarlet fevers engulf the nations Fear of languages, life and all sort of glass house effects will prevail Do you know the fissures in your palace Do you know if it is made of marble, mosaic, or even a piece of pitch blend? Now I know only about primordial stones and shadows Who build pyramids and prisons in the middle of stone hinged and laggard society Who are in multitudes, nameless, nation-less, necro-manic living echoes I live their turquoise blue rings, silver palms, their mythical fear of tortoises I dig a grave to heal their zest for anarchy, and to unwound their zeitgeist

Details | I do not know? | ~ Bethlehem ~ 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse....' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Tis the season for the yules of good tidings For soon is the day in which we celebrate The birth of Our Lord.... Whom laid in a manger beneath the smiling stars As the Angels rejoiced from near and afar While as the sheperds they came And the wise men brought gifts Of gold and myrrh, and frankincence But the babies eyes, they just gazed into the night As His mother Mary, she pondered such light.... For how could this be that a virgin bore child Which Gabriel the mighty, had promised with a smile The savior of the world, amid the fruit of her womb To bring salvation to all, before entering His tomb.... For the baby He knew, his forth coming plight His purpose, the promise, from His Father on high! And 'tis the season that we soon celebrate this day As our hearts look toward the heaven Our souls, knowing the way.... Exchanging gifts and songs of praise Smiles upon faces, and love unrestrained Amid a world that is darkened We adorn these trees that we've made With colorful lights that glisten And hopes of salvation, that shall never abate! For today unto us 'A King is Born'~ Forever removing the death, by the curtain torn.... Within a small manger, amid the town Bethlehem The eyes of an infant, and the joys of all man? 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse Rejoicing in the silence and knowing inside The womb of Elizabeth.... Where John the baptist, he lept with delight! While as the Angels proclaimed, unto all of this life Glory unto God, and good will, before all of their eyes~ As this child named Jesus, He never cried.... This prince, the king...."The King of All Tides" Merry Christmas unto all, and to all, a blessed night! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Bethlehem ~ {Repost}

Details | I do not know? | ~ Bethlehem ~ 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse....' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Tis the season for the yules of good tidings For soon is the day in which we celebrate The birth of Our Lord.... Whom laid in a manger beneath the smiling stars As the Angels rejoiced from near and afar While as the sheperds they came And the wise men brought gifts Of gold and myrrh, and frankincence But the babies eyes, they just gazed into the night As His mother Mary, she pondered such light.... For how could this be that a virgin bore child Which Gabriel the mighty, had promised with a smile The savior of the world, amid the fruit of her womb To bring salvation to all, before entering His tomb.... For the baby He knew, his forth coming plight His purpose, the promise, from His Father on high! And 'tis the season that we soon celebrate this day As our hearts look toward the heaven Our souls, knowing the way.... Exchanging gifts and songs of praise Smiles upon faces, and love unrestrained Amid a world that is darkened We adorn these trees that we've made With colorful lights that glisten And hopes of salvation, that shall never abate! For today unto us 'A King is Born'~ Forever removing the death, by the curtain torn.... Within a small manger, amid the town Bethlehem The eyes of an infant, and the joys of all man? 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse Rejoicing in the silence and knowing inside The womb of Elizabeth.... Where John the baptist, he lept with delight! While as the Angels proclaimed, unto all of this life Glory unto God, and good will, before all of their eyes~ As this child named Jesus, He never cried.... This prince, the king...."The King of All Tides" Merry Christmas unto all, and to all, a blessed night! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Bethlehem ~ Note: The heading of this piece was taken from Clement Moore's, "The Night Before Christmas"....Circa: the nineteeth century!

Details | Couplet | On the Seas of Night Potd I loved sailing upon the blue sea, and I was never too far from it, As one who knows sweet cravings, is seldom far from chocolates. In my previous much loved vessel, I had sailed a thousand miles, As rainbows are seen from a distance, bringing on happy smiles. My entire family enjoyed sailing, which I'd mastered in my youth, As the throngs lie ignorant, until the blush dawn moment of truth. I had been to so many places, that I could not recollect them all, As sundry minute details of yesterday, tomorrow declines to recall. Sleepy summer had come, and I had recently purchased a canoe, As the peachy dawn recently arrived, ponders what it should dew. I was taking my canoe out for the first time, on a maiden voyage, Like a yellow canary's first flight, way beyond the emerald foliage, I set out late that afternoon, upon the clear and undulating lake, Shadows were growing longer, with an ebony night in their wake. I finally lay back, utterly contented, and I admired the Milky Way, Like billions of glories of nature, that can be discovered any day! Gentle rocking of my vessel lulled me, and soon I was fast asleep, Like the sleep you have while dreaming, imperturbable and deep. In vivid dreams I was soaring, and in dreams my spirit flew free, As I glided away under pale moonlight, the waves lapping slowly. Not once during that night did I stir, in a vast darkness complete, As mountains are not ever stirring, for at skies they long to peep. The next morning I finally opened my eyes, to four dazzling suns, Some far and some near, and the air was breathable by humans. The sky was a lovely shade of peach, streaked with wispy clouds, And I was still in my canoe, though about reality I had my doubts! I was drifting on a strange still lake, that was the hue of lavender, And on the shore I saw giant blooms, exotic and without number. In shades so unlike any recalled, from the blue planet of my birth, With swirls so colorful and wild, beneath the odd woodland singers. The foliage was much deeper green, than any that I had yet seen, As night is darkest and richest, when the pearly moon fully gleams. The suns were orange red gold and white, the air fresh and balmy, And strange scarlet creatures swam around, babies and a mommy! I was eager to get a look around, and rowed my boat to the shore, As sun must visit many corners of night, for he desires to explore. Soon walking to a clearing, I saw more odd animals flora and trees, And blue mountains in the distance, with lovely birds in the breeze. In the long course of that day, I met a purple alien with huge eyes, We improvised a sign language, amid strange songs from the skies. We had a happy time together, and I made an unforgettable friend, And four suns set in unusual hues, as if starting a new color trend. The planet's name meant roamer, and my friend's name meant rain, For there rain was precious and rarer, and came bearing clear gain. The reddish purple skies, were as dark as that night would become, Until the morning of surprise, when the tranquil night was overcome. Then Rain guided me to my canoe, so I could try to go back home, Like seas returning to the other shore, after long hours have flown. Rain and I hugged and held hands, in bittersweet heartfelt goodbye. Yet I wasn't sure I could get back, but knew I certainly had to try! Once again in my canoe, in the red giant's glow, I noticed a sight, I could not have seen before, in the darkness of earth's last night. It was the gaping door of a hidden compartment, beneath my seat, With a single big red button, that I must have pressed in my sleep. For I had been lying underneath them, dreaming in the moonlight. So waving I repressed the button, as Roamer and Rain left my sight. My head was spinning, and my vision blurred, due to sheer velocity, Yet on my return, the red button was gone-no more space odyssey!