Short Drowsiness Poems
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The drowsiness
passes...
the dream,
lives...!
Sleepily, quite tiredly,
Tranquilly and languidly,
Wearily yet hastily-
Bowing to his Majesty
But less concerned and further burned
In all these tales of tragedy
Sensing the inevitable power of drowsiness,
Leaping into an unfair disadvantaged fight,
Enigma's reality is biting your tongue,
Every thought is a weeping revelation,
Power of the almighty.....(snoring).
A drowsiness that borders on fatigue:
some say I’m spending too much time at sea.
My boat’s a rail and seat and little more;
nineteen inch stick and web strap for an oar.
Engaging workout always buoy me;
I might as well get in another league!
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A Scupham stanza: 6 lines, isosyllabic, abccba rhyme scheme
Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find.
A faint cold breeze blew,
Whispering memories of a distant past...
I yearn for the wind
For the rain and the storm
Though it reminds me of a certain death...
My Death.
My fingers drift across the small head
resting on my shoulder.
caressing the fuzzy down
pausing at the soft spot,
while I wonder at the
miracle of creation.
The sweet scent of baby powder
mingles with the smell of milk
on my shirt.
Soft baby babble reaches my ear
Then the whispered mewing of early sleep.
Limp with drowsiness
My baby slumbers.
When the silky light teases, slowly filters
through the land of drowsiness, gently rippling
into ardent red allure, whispers linger
sweetly seductive.
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Sitting surrounded amidst the heap,
Like a gale or like a storm
They come every year every month
All the cheer they sweep aside
All a sudden Heavy books heavy pile
With dark bags under every eye
Cramming night sleeping daytime
Drowsiness engulfs from the backside
Head up focused yet mind outside
Ticking clock running the time
3,4,5,6
Mental trauma making way inside.
Dreams smashed
Crash on the rocks
The breeze-blocks of reality
Break the silence and haul from the depths of sleep
This heavy carcass
Doused in drowsiness
Aroused by noise
Shaken from the ignorance of slumber
That pulled it under
Its clothes drip drip drip with weighty plunder
Drenched by guilty fantasies
Onto the deck
Lungs spewing bitter entrails of sin
Welcome to paradise.
Form:
At the second floor of the land-lord house
A lantern gleams all night long
Its light can be seen beyond the sash of the window
Dimly…
When nocturnal birds also return to nests
The eyes of stars are languished due to drowsiness
Footfall already stops
Fireflies are also tired by sparkling light
The voice of crickets are also chocked
Yet…
In a room of the second floor of the land-lord house
A lantern flickers dimly All night long…
Before you take the medicine,
You give a little glance
And when you read the warnings,
You must look again, askance:
Palpitations, diarrhea,
Blurry vision, rash;
Drowsiness, so if you drive
It’s possible you’ll crash.
Tremors, seizures, itchy skin,
Breathing problems, hives;
Call your doctor just as soon
As one of these arrives!
Should you even take that pill?
In truth, I’m not so sure.
Whatever sickness plagues you
Can’t be much worse than the cure!
life's an awesome twist.
we find our meaning and fate~
in our chemistry.
summer drowsiness
the sunshine beams penetrate~
elevated clouds
If I humor fear
hide behind anger and blame~
when I ponder dread
I will pride your light
hold the glimmering within~
self is ennobled.
the dream is boundless
in which both embrace calmly~
beneath starry sky
colors of friendship
blooming in the warm dusk glow~
our souls are scarlet
358.
My Abomination to Archdemon Belphegor
Oh Archdemon Belphegor, accept my abomination!
You who are identified as “Master of Laziness”
I do not want that time filled with nothingness!
You wish to just sit, eat, and sleep with all drowsiness
I do not need that space occupied with emptiness!
You relax yourself all day with such unfruitfulness
I resign from such negligence leading to rottenness!
-03/14/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
There’s no God but Allah
He is the Living Container
He is free from Sleep and drowsiness.
He is the owner of everything
That is in earth and skies.
Who can recommend to Him
Without His permission?
He knows everything
That is bygone and ahead of creation
No one can obtain even a bit of His knowledge
Without His help
His chair is everywhere
On earth and skies
He doesn’t become even a little bit tired
Of controlling these two things
He is the High and the Great.
In the silent night
When the cold wind lends an ear
And the skies wait to hear
The call of the night crickets.
That time of the night
When the stars gather in troupes
to watch over the earth
I close my eyes
And imagine your voice
The geniality of your words
Summons my thought to a stand still.
Till my pastel eyes decline into drowsiness
My emotions hum your name.
Even in my sleep,
I am still a slave
For your name rules my dream
....STRANJA.....
Form:
~ Streaming 'cross the sky ~
Day dawns from the window of a plane
Red streaks across the sky
Dispel the darkness in my brain
Sailing smooth as the crow flies
Upward to the clouds on wings a-glide
Clear atmosphere on high down to the ground
Drowsiness from eyes so swiftly flies
Streaming 'cross the sky without a sound
Landing on the runway right on time
A feat of aviation quite routine
One moment in Chicago, ere we climbed
In New York ~ of miracles I dream
baby ghost
wrinkles the river
I gaze
at its drowsiness
as I masticate
on the meanings of why
because inside me is misaligned
and its cold, sleepy eye
- cautionless -
shall twitch
like visible white noise
when TV boxes snap
neither shoals
nor skipping stones
breaches the facade of a conspiratory sea
river rattles
'cause it's my baby's ghost:
The Deer Hunter
picked her blossom
tending his garden
of wicked passion
for crooked lotuses
laying dead
afloat