Short Rem Poems

Sigmund sandy dreams
resolute mirthy incomes
tranquil playhouses...

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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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Somnambulism
GPS is off the grid
Sleep deprivation




Contest Theme: Sleepwalking...

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Barely escaped
as a bear
chased me down the hall
my eyes wide open
   for the rest
of the night

Bearing my soul
to the roar
of laughter…
seemed
uproariously serious
in the depths
of R.E.M.

10/6/2021...

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A rose bloomed.
A poem written in buds.
It offered its arms, illiterate to whats been written. 
It fell asleep. A garden in thought.
Slipping from the ledge it grew.
In REM it whispered.
Wake me when we land.
For I will have acheived my dream...

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accept me for this that I am
show me all that we can be
forget that which belongs to yesterday
infuse all new memories

don't compare me to what you used to have
let me dream of you in my deepest rem
show me all I need to know
love me for this that I am...

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The came to me
Again – last night
Those poems that I
Shall never write
They torment me
In light of day
Dance through my head
But never stay
Capture me
In deepest REM
Know I won’t
Be chasing them
Such purely
Mystic metaphor
Lost amid
A drooling snore
...

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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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closing my eyes i
drunkenly wonder

why

for what may i dream
a dream beyond what i

am living

and yet she is so
colorful in clothes

hair and lips

but now i REM and
remember her as she

was

but every time i dream
her she is in black 

and white...

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You are the path 
you follow
it came from life
It came from Grace
Handed down 
through 
the human race
Spoken to
given to know 
the difference is their own
minds sometimes 
alone
With thoughts and dreams
Laid out 
in a wrinkled line of REM
Left and right
 the two of them...

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Dawning on me slightly
is a twilight whose pinks are breathless
Leaning on me in a nurturing way

Dancing toward me now
is a forest faerie who seems rather restless
Preening with a satisfied grin

Dreaming in my rem state
I am in awe, amused and besotted
Loving the heaven of my imagination...

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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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Rapid eye movement helps
               restore the dreaming mind,
         regenerating and
recharging its matter.
         Relax and prepare to
              recall subconscious realms,
                                          revisiting wonders.


4-15-2021
Pleiades R Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman...

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trying to 
sleep counting 
the proverbial fence
leaping endless rainbow

of sheep 
passing time
tiredly trying to 
induce slumber but

notice
as each
ovine leaps
the next has less

wool then
the one before
so forgetting about
REM now i need see

for sure
how nakedly
shorn if there is
a last one will be...

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Sleep     

Sleep, sleeping, to sleep. Deep sleep,  
Need sleep, Rem sleep, Can’t sleep.
This precious function so essential
To the young seems elemental.
Longing for this simple need
This aging mind can only plead.
Just one sweet night in  Neverland
This old girl would think it grand. 
And zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

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Good thoughts fall away like hot melting ice,
When to REM succumbs the keeper of vice.
Awake resistance is easy to do,
But sleeping minds do not repeat the lie.
Open eyes show false what closed eyes show true,
And by day they smile and by night they cry.
When to REM succumbs the keeper of vice,
Good thoughts fall away like hot melting ice....

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I walked on stage.
Singing one of Cyndi Lauper's songs.
I sang a sweet melody, and everyone sang along.
My voice sounded sweet and strong.
I woke up from my slumber.
Realizing that it was just a dream.
I didn't hear my mother call me.
Telling me that it was time to go to school.
I decided to sleep a bit more.
Falling into that REM stage....

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Shh! Grandma cautioned her parents. She is in dream child mode.
The paisleys and oranges and polka dots are gearing up her dendrites.
Driving her REM to the world of magic, you need to let her be.
She’s an astral traveler, her Daddy said to Grandma. Nothing will wake her up.
Her dendrites were a rocket ship, blasting toward mystical imagination....

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Sleep, sleeping, to sleep. Deep sleep,  
Need sleep, Rem sleep, Can’t sleep.
Longing for this simple need
My tired mind can only plead.
Just one long night in Neverland
That sweet dream would be so grand
The sheep counted are without number
Still no sign of precious slumber
At last exhaustion rules the day
On a cloud of bliss I slip away...

 ...

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One more day of disappointment 
Troubled mind along with a heavy heart 
Dreary pupils refusing to see clearly
The concept of sadness and sorrow are realized
Elevation is but a dream 
The guided light seems miles away,
While trouble resides next door
REM sleep is the only form of satisfaction
Sleep is the patch work for an ongoing problem 
Tomorrow, the cycle begins again...

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when whales dream

perpendicular in the singing sea
cradled in a swath of blue silk ebb and flow
oblivious to courting dolphins
cavorting and calling 
as drunken sailors do 
 on Saturday night leave

rem-membering across time
large thought plunging wild and free
or small delicate moments
of ghost like creatures
frilling through unimaginable deeps
perhaps lost long ago....

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counting sheep, to get to sleep
racing the sunrise
Mr. Sandman, if you can
sprinkle sand into my eyes
jeepers creepers, open peepers
wide as deep blue skies
toss and turn, comfort concern
no dreams or no lies
R.E.M., I wonder when
even in darks disguise
insomniac, heart attack
sleeping would be wise
a wink, a nod, a sigh, a yawn
still can't close my eyes...

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I read from left to right and
my prom date left to write.
That's what it said as I read
in the Knight.

Did we dye in the Hemi.Honey?
It's okay if we did and you know
it's not so bad as some show
'bout proms and dates unknown.

Were we speedy gone.wall.ace?
Break the air breaks scare us?
Punch the sucker on pucker?

Broke the shield with your fist
Said your mother.Love.not rem
but grew......

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Too elevated for sleeping
I crave agape' pleasure
Totally slipped up
Down I go
Tripping on dream steps
Each one with its own 
Pleasure and pain
But good pain
Falling as in the season
Into you deeper
Ever closer to the bottom
REM, the flicker of it
Toggles between here and gone
With hands beyond, outside
Morbidity I grasp a melancholy melody
A still small voice of reality
You whisper " I love you, sleep good."...

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