Short Pajama Poems
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Our beloved 44th President, Barack Obama
He talks with Michelle in pajama:
“Michelle, help me promote jobs and US businesses”
She answered: “Your pajama, Barack, is made in the Philippines!”
I sneaked down the stairs on my own
To catch Santa working alone
But there stood my mama
Without her pajama
And Saint Nick was doin' some moan
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Poppy the parrot
Picked pus from a pimple’s peak
but then Poppy pricked Poe’s pajama pole
Patrolman Pat picked Poppy up by his beak
Prisoned Poppy pleads for parole
and pecks popcorn and crumbs all week
wonder sky color
navy or azure
pajama friendly
background for the clouds
bluebird happiness
bib overalls
periwinkle
boy predictor
feeling badly
loud blue jay
calm ocean
word icon
frothy
powder
blue
I saw it for myself, though I had heard about it for a week
There he was in his pirate hat, looking more childlike than sneak.
So, you are Pajama Pete, the notorious captain of the sea.
He turned to glance my way and his look turned me to iced tea.
Creepy crawling slimy wiggly thing
Feels eerily strange against my pajama leg
I wake up suddenly
Thinking cobra
or sleazy wet rat
violated by my own imagination
Snatching my explorer hat
out of the clutches of the crocodile
in the swampy forest floor
The sun is intense this morning
I am wearing my husband’s black sweatshirt
No bra
Just me and the shirt
And my flannel pajama pants
I am not a Neanderthal
If I were younger, I would take off the shirt
Wait
I live in the country
No one comes here
Just a second
In my sleepless nights
I toss in bed
Back in forth
It drives me insane
Because I am not able to sleep
Also it is very hot in my bedroom
I can't stand that
I am also sweating like a pig
I am wearing also
My pajama to bed
Yes I already had to drink
Hot milk with honey
To help me fall asleep
pajama jeans painted
she loves me
acquainted
learning to breathe
her rainbow love
showers me
from
tears
above
silence
was it her kiss
prepared
for
me
closing my eyes
she brushes into me
my seams burst into
beautiful colours
she patches
me
to
her
pajama jeans
painted
?
Last night again I tumbled down
Pajama clad and half asleep
Past universes dark and deep
To land transformed
Upon the warmed
And wet volcanic earth.
And there I saw a million souls
Adrift on pools of amber light
Like fairies bathed in candlelight
Without a care
Approaching their
Next reincarnate birth.
In fuzzy pajamas I drink my coffee
Warm and toasty, cozy
In an hour I will be getting dressed
I cringe as cold street clothes hit me
Settle at my computer
To teach virtually
All the children are wearing pajamas
It is pajama day but no one told me?
I am in my warm fuzzies before my next class
Mrs K has on her jammies!
Yes I do and I wear them the rest of the day
Delighting class after class
It Was Only a Dream
The days of rush and running;
The airport, the hugs the drive.
Our special gourmet lunch place.
It was only a dream.
The twinkling lights, pajama nights,
Planning presents, paper crinkling.
Lingering laughter, long goodbyes.
It was only a dream.
Breakfast out and you’re gone.
Time is rolling along.
I know it was only a dream
Of sun spent days, but…
Your forgotten present lies on the couch.
Form:
The Following is the poem "Lama" by Ogden Nash
The one l - lama
He's a priest.
The two l - llama
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three - L lllama.
My version of the lines Nash missed.
But Mr. Nash
I must insist
On an addition
To your list.
The three l - lllama's
Clang and din
Brings cries of “Fire!”
In Brooklyn.
Yes I should be publicly flogged in a poetry forum! An old joke but still a good one.
Emily wakes up laughing
but I see tears upon her pillow.
She's so far away from
shoulders and sleeves.
Remembering surrendering.
No more pajama tops
or secrets in the dark,
just a flame burning slowly down to spark.
Where and when
then and there
she's losing track of details.
She punches the clock
and puts together
pieces of permanent plastic.
She hears a song,
her strength is gone.
She lays down her munitions.
Crying on the coward's birthday.
The way your pajama bottoms don’t match the tops
The way you exercise to ensure ‘proper fitting pants’
The way our dogs wait for you to walk
The way our kids tease you just to hear you laugh
The way you keep on the move so you don’t fall asleep
The way you do things for all of us, unasked
The way you take time to listen to a friend
The way you persevere when life sometimes makes you weary
It’s all this and more that keep me …… well, it’s just your way