Rem Poems - Poems about Rem

The following account predicated on partial fact and a healthy dose of prevarication with an attendant overactive imagination. Trying to REM ember the waking stage of an emotionally tormenting dream One week later still dog-tired after jarring telephone ordeal (seven days ago from April 30, 2025) with fake government employees, yours truly still emotionally haggard trembling and wretched closely following on the figurative...

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We met so suddenly once in a dream, I never know what they mean, I knew you were real when you told me your name, But like most dreams, I cannot remember. A voice so familiar, yet never heard, We'd hardly spoken a word, But enough to spark, in our hearts, passion's flame, As I woke by the cruel dying embers....

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Happy shiny tummy courtesy...I REM ember in place of stipend An appetizer, essentially an out of this world guacamole quasi Neptune salad, regarding self taught cook earning prized counterpart five Michelin stars, when the missus artfully, carefully, cannily, decorously, deftly, and happily prepared earlier today June 21st, 2024 for her favorite buzzfeeding nincompoop otherwise known as yours truly barley distilled friggin human impractical joker, (who just learned how to walk erect...

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Light breaks the surface of my watery dream state Now time to wake up...

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running in a dream overture's in slow motion dream catcher’s night train...

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Seventy five years to the day Where the country celebrated And memories were made. A day of happiness when the news Came through, cos emotions were high But feelings were blue. Soliders lost friends, comrades they Called family, our country remembers The sacrifice that they went through, the fear, and unhappiness. So has the Soliders came home, crowd's Lined...

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Rapid eye movement helps restore the dreaming mind, regenerating and recharging its matter. Relax and prepare to ...

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Sigmund sandy dreams resolute mirthy incomes tranquil playhouses...

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Late one night I did wrestle; with thoughts and dreams in R.E.M.'s gray matter vessel. Twisted words contorted visions melding together: how I wanted to wake. Held captive by R.E.M. He did thawart my escape. Struggle, fight, toss and turn gasping for breath trying hard to flee his gray matter vessel. Bursting out of the...

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She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge Was the naked girl who stole my show Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees Free falling from grace, cumulating fees Have every my gutter pushed so low? Integument tally, a dollar per pound Rumoured lies within; no truth found Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux So I flickered in though Scar tissue...

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She was free to believe Everything she was, Everything she could be Did not just have to be a dream That if she saw it, it was possible So she knew she couldn't play it safe Yet how could the possible seem so impossible -------------------->She Questioned<-------------------- Could it just be a dream Like the covers of her covers overlapping her eyes Because she had...

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REM dreams rerun the Saturday morning Flash Gordons of my sub-conscience on the backs of my eyelids. The battle between good and evil, Flash versus Ming the Magnificent, continues unabated in the waking world, so I might as well go back to sleep....

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Winters break; here, sitting at the study while thinking of years gone by; a curtain's Drawn to hide the world; times heart not wishing their melancholy moments amid Silver powder and black lace lies; casting it's gangrene dream's aside pastels pink... Infused these red droplets, claiming to be blue; paper back novels trimmed in gold Words, as colourful banners;...

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REM(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.) To: gadeb@zzzsmail.com From: Subby Conscience Re: Communication between You and Me Date: February 14, 2012 While I sneak and scheme in your chaotic REM I am doing nothing more than being a friend. Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye so that your psyche can grow and won’t...

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(Gail's Note: Reply Email from Subby Conscience is the sequel to this.) To: Subby Conscience From: gadeb@zzzsmail.com Re: Communication between You and Me Date: February 4, 2012 Why isn't it easy to call you at will? Couldn't I just Twitter or email you until You provide the answer in clear, solid terms So that I don't have to lie in your chaotic squirms? Instead,...

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