Short Rem Sleep Poems

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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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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Nap-Dream

 Out of Nap-Dream
colours explode
Purple! Pink! Blue-white-black!
I stumble in and about my abode
(in some other dimension of reality)
and struggle in vain
to pour coffee into mugs
for inter-dimensional visitors.
My brain seizes up 
in a sudden spasm of REM sleep...
Waves shoot through mind-realm
as I plunge blindly across
the timeless book shelves 
of Nap-Dream....

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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 hand did plough
My poured soda fountain flow...

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Grandmother Spider was constructing an intricate web
Full of dainty loops and whorls, to catch humans unaware.
She incorporated ideas they could have never had during the day
Their imaginations are on fire during REM sleep slumber.

Grandma Spider recognized this, letting them dance and sing
Some caught fire and ran toward their muses
Others blew away in the dust upon their awakening.
Grandmother Spider never gave up trying. She was a dream-weaver,...

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Life Is
Written: by Miracle Man
3/7/2020

Life isn't only wildflower picking,
but it's also about grubbing weeds.
Which flourish during April showers,
from seasons long past, and fallen seeds. 

Each day is determined by the thoughts,
incubated during my Rem sleep.
I sleep approximately four hours,
probably why thoughts, appear so cheap.


“More important than what others think about you,
is your self image, and what God knows about you.”
Tom
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