The climax occurs in shape of alarm
Transition takes place from the little sleep
To the resumption of the big one
And in this moment of change… a fight ensues
It's a battle royale between the
Dark recesses of the mind
And the recess of the conscience
Returning to the class room of reality
The body reluctantly follows
On this forced march into daylight
Where the engagement is commencing
And the forces struggle to align
The line of sight looms near
But the outcome isn't clear
Because this contratemps
Is both internal… and eternal
The aftermath leaves one to wonder
Before the forces gath'ring plunder
How could the circumstances gather
Leading to what wakefullness
Can put together in sequence
What led up to a moment… that could not be foreseen
Falling asleep is such sweet sorrow!
Alas, lullabies are so 'Yesterday''!
It started with counting sheep:
Knit one, Purl One,
Knit two Together,
Promenading One by One,
Fluffy Cute Wee little Lambs,
Jumping over a fence.
One, two, three, four........
zzzzzzzzzzz
But, the shepherds
shooed the flock back inside the shed.
Said it was midnight mayhem -
'duffing sheep to rustle sleep'!
So the Hypnos Somnus Gurus
required other ideas!
Up popped a new one from the Deck Chairs.
'Cognitive Shuffling of Random Letters'!
Wow that would switch
everyone off to sleep as is!
You start with a random word -
say "Pluto, or Pillow".
Then shuffle onto other "P" words -
say "Plane, Poodle, Play, Peaches"
If not asleep by then,
Move onto the "L"s or "Q"s
You get the idea!
Sleep Well, My Friend!
eds are deadly dangerous
more people die there
no matter young or old
than anywhere
else in the whole wide world
(or so I've been told)
and if it's not too late
someone should legislate
to outlaw
and recall them all
then instead we'll sleep on the floor
so before you go
up the wooden hills to Bedforshire
and wend your weary way
to the land of Nod
if you wish to see another day
(after you brush your teeth and prayers say)
take care the place you rest your head
(a bunk-up in a hammock's best)
as the dreaded bed's where even angels fear to tread
Now I lay me down to sleep
Alone upon these empty sheets
Of paper lying on the bed
Side table clock says 5 a.m.
Oh dark of night, I beg thee stay
Keep the morning light at bay
Oh dusk beloved!
Oh dawn be damned!
Me pull the curtains tight again
And only this I have to show
These tries at rhymes
Turned tales of woe:
Of sticky socks
On stinky feet
Sit ankle bones
Prop broken knees
‘Neath pasty thighs
With muscle pains
Crooked back
And shhit for brains
Tired eyes must take their rest so
Leave behind this manifesto
For the rights
Of righteous minds
To get their forty-winks, sublime
Después de la fiesta
While they take la siesta
Sun sets low
On the horizon
But lo, the sun set also rises
O’er every heart and soul supine
Crouched behind their window blinds
Who heave a sigh
At yet another
Evening pass without a slumber
All perchance to dream is lost so
As tonight is now tomorrow:
That is all
And with that said
I take me self to bed again
Pulling the curtains
down on today
Shutting the windows
doors locked from the street
Putting the cat out
trouble abeyant
My house becomes quiet
—the past is asleep
(Dreamsleep: Ocotber, 2023)
‘tis one forty five
I am still wide awake
Despite feeling sleepy
What more can one take
Perchance for to dream
Though never it would seem
For I am more awake
Than ever I have been
Awakening each hour
Since retiring to my bed
For to sleep ~ For to dream
Wide awake it would seem
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Rain or shine, doesn't matter
Every day is bright
After all I have your face
To see in my mind's sight
I always have this wonder
What it would be like
To kiss you and to hold you
In my arms so tight
I wouldn't hold you so tight
That you could hardly breathe
But once I had you in my arms
I wouldn't let you leave
From what I see it looks to me
That you have skin so soft
And when you wear that perfume
I'm sent to heights aloft
I think about you often
All throughout the day
And when I get to see you
Excitement's on display
Welcome to my abode, my love
Be it at height of sunlight
Or in the darkest night.
If the need comes into my dreams,
Or create for me hallucinations,
Virtual creations of your beautiful self.
However you decide, just come,
All I need is your presence
Ethereal or physical as you like.
See the eventide is shrouded in mist
As swallows search their cosy nests.
Frost claws into the earth
Hell-bent on destruction,
You have such a haven here
That's warm and loving and full of care.
I wait, will you come closer to me?
I tire, do I feel your fingers in my hair?
I sleep, is that your kiss on my warm lips?
I wake, I know 'twas all but a dream.
Glorious world with sacrilegious act.
Untamed people with staled facts.
Courageous ones are dismantled for instance,
Fictional ones are too fiction to rant.
Vigorous thoughts following with stance.
Humorous ones are hard to track.
Smart ones are too much for a glance.
Cynical ones, they never last.
Forecasting weather with a chance.
Hoping for a future with an incapability to adapt.
Drafting dreams while breaking pacts.
Hard-earned life is always up for the chat.
This world is a nuisance to be exact.
Cast the die, tell a lie
with stony face, just in case
you await your fate.
Perchance a circumstance
will run amok your luck
to trace perchance a triage,
to swish your wish
aligned, belied, beguiled
a happenstance prance
a dream perchance beseem
Sleep
—the required reading of all dreamers
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
no hocus pocus
reality feels bogus
dreams zap our focus
abstract besets real locus
if for love then who woke us
chosen now woken
open sesame spoken
deepest thought broken
wilderness needs a token
perhaps heaven’s unbroken
cosmic hey presto
one very hot potato
slipped past dear plato
consciousness found ratio
fulcrums master, builds nato
/ \
/ \
/ \
By David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables 5/7/5/7/7 x 3
03/07/2022
A
Harvest
Moon
will be
here soon
Her beauty beams
in dark night skies
magnificent ~ spectacular
her splendour fills my eyes
as I am truly mesmerised
I will
gaze
at her
in awe
Her
magic
aura
I adore
She
truly
takes
my
breath
away
I
wonder
if
one
day
I will
be on
that spaceship
to the Moon
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Perchance to dream * *
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Written 21st September 2021
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Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
what happened just now
is what I had dreamt about
it was déjà rêvé
my brain churned through memories
to predict perchance fated
valse valet highland fling
viola fiddle
music string
minuet
pavane rondeau
tripping lightly
to & fro
dancing fancy free
quick-step
& ladies excuse-me
fox trot &
last waltz slow
holding close
as passions grow
dance craze
jive skip hip-hop
twirl forward
jump and stop
through the legs
over the back
to
Teenage
Year Posted 2007
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