The first eight hours of Emory Gleep
were mainly spent in sleep;
but when, finally, he awoke,
not a word, he spoke.
Maybe,
he was a baby.
I have tried warm milk – ugh, horrible!
not eating after six o’clock, this helps my acid reflex
but alas, my sleep pattern is up and down all night
the one thing that keeps me down for a few hours?
The dog channel, lullaby for dogs
My dogs sleep the second they hear it
like Pavlov’s dogs
It works for me too
a simple sweet lullaby that lulls me off to lala land
I am so thrilled that U-tube has this channel
The dog channel, a channel for dogs
and apparently me
The old man is searching
for forgiveness of his soul
Deserted by his family
and left out in the cold
Finds himself upon the footpaths
raids the "wheelies" for a feed
Society lacks compassion
not much help for those in need
This man like many others
residing on the street
Dressed in rags and tatters
wraps newspapers around his feet
Some nights he's feeling lucky
finds a vacant bench to sleep
A harsh unforgiving society
what we sow is what we reap
People have their preferences
For pillows, so much so
That many take their own along
When traveling they go.
Synthetic ones are all the rage
Or those with memory foam,
But I will always sleep with
Down-filled pillows in my home.
Ads proclaim it matters if
You sleep upon your side
Or on your back to help you,
When you’re shopping, to decide.
Hotel rooms often have a choice
Of pillows on the bed,
So you can pick from soft or firm
On which to lay your head.
No matter which type you prefer,
The costly or the cheap,
The pillow that you love won’t
Guarantee a good night’s sleep.
AUTUMN SLEEP
Call the wind
Tell her please
To make my bed
In Autumn leaves
A blanket, gold
Red and deep
Forever Fall
In Autumn sleep
somber, sacred, salad, sail, seal, shuffle
love, light, lemur, linger, lumber, lurch
energy, edge, exist, eleven, evade, electric
effect, evoke, enter, exist, element, exchange
plane, poodle, play, peaches, porch, piffle
yes, s l e e e e e p y ............
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
I emerge from a long night
where mind, muscle and bone
failed to find a place, a posture
quiet and comfortable enough
for sleep. And so I have arrived here,
daybreak on this spring morning
with the resident blackbird
performing his familiar
all to early reveille.
I envy his vigorous rousing
lifted full volume
into the morning silence
as if all nature was called
to stir on command of his voice,
no equivocation or hesitant stall
to doubt the worthiness
of his song.
It holds the chords of his being,
a moment when sound
and self are one, meld
into living art. I gather the bits
and pieces of myself
left by the interrogations
of last night, search for the notes
that contain a little of who I am,
pick up a pen to make
myself into me again.
As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,
It's as if I've returned from a faraway trip.
It's unfortunate that her sleep won't last;
That her reclining will rapidly pass.
She is the Autumn Season of my life
She's the seasoning that is 'just right.
She would love to linger longer or even stay.
Lord, let her return to visit, I sincerely pray.
She calms my spirit and cools my fiery tongue;
Relakes me, assuring me that I'm not alone.
When the soul-stars dream and die,
Will you be with me when I hurt and cry?
Leaf of life, may there be replacement for you,
If ever for any reason you and I are through.
For now, I'm pleased to have you so near.
The feel of you and the gentle wind is so dear.
Humble sunflower
Humble smile
Smile with grace
Smile with pride
Pride is the devil
Pride is power
Power in showing up
Power in not giving up
Up with the dead
Up with the living
Living with revelation
Living with werewolves
Werewolves are sheep
Werewolves are real
Real silver
Real stars
Stars give guidance
Stars give light
Light up the world
Light shines on money
Money for me
Money for you
You have choices
You can love
Love to fight
Love to fly
Fly through time
Fly without wings
Wings translucent
Wings never sleep
Sleep talk
Sleep walk
Walk on fire
Walk on the moon
Moon landing
Moon crash
Crash against the stars
Crash on man
Man made
Man king
King shame
King David
David defeats Goliath
David the artist
Artist struggles
Artist cry
Cry for joy
Cry for pain
Pain
Joy
l once had a friend named Mildred
Who wiggled a lot in my bed,
She'd snore with delight
Her growl was a fright;
I rang the alarm loud... instead!
There are people who've died.' Buried yet not gone, they cry out for justice, loud and
Long..Rik Mayal, JFK, Bob Marley, Diana too, Virginia, Stan Meyer, the covid co-horts Do.' Those who were slaughtered in Germany 1940 on through' today in Gaza
Now what say you.? You munitions makers, you in IBM.' you in hugo boss, and
Ikea all you ss friends.' Mad about ( oak leaves) and forest gods, there are groves for killing, by thosecwho consider thay are gods,.? But the dead are many.' And they
Cry out loud; and long' they are heard
By the God; of all. He's never been blind all
Along.' Yes you put a bag on His Head; in such ( you announced to all ) just who you
Are.' So much was saud' Thats how you will fall, blind leaders all
Stumbling to when the ( moment blinks!) In the eye of eternity ' you will wear the (hood-wink) you satanic servers..You serve satan, yet you he also hates, there is a
Place for you waiting' the latest hell in great flame gyrates.' A vortex of lonliness where eternal winds, will shred your ever-being..As your former victims realise Their true Word.'
"Read away and let your imagination soar." By Poet......
I love books both new and old,
did you know there is power between the pages?
A book is made up of paper and ink,
the words give power to the fiction.
As a reader one can go many places,
learning about life and living.
Reading can bring one's imagination to life,
as you turn the pages reading away.
We can place ourselves and feelings in the story,
as we become one of the characters.
Sometimes it will take our breath away,
other times it may put us to sleep.
As a writer our imagination comes alive,
when the ink hits the paper.
The power of fiction,
can take us over as we write.
The letters become words,
then the words become sentences.
Our story becomes alive for the reader to enjoy,
after all we write for our readers.
As we write happy or sad,
the reader's feelings will come out.
We hope the reader will enjoy,
our vision for the poem or book.
Rest
Dreaming
Sawing logs
Relaxation
Fetal position
Cozy blanket
Cuddling
Napping
Sleep
Question any advice from a friend at 1:12 a.m.
— it’s probably unsound—
but better than staring at the ceiling with your thoughts.
The solution to existential dread is just… outfits and vibes.
Last night, as I slept like a baby - or a log - or a baby log -
I dreamt of vintage Gap dresses and 80s ivory pink glam glitter cocktail frocks.
Sometimes the only available response to civilization is
to buy an imaginary vintage Gap dress and call it coping.
And for some reason, I dreamt, briefly, of Trump as Jesus.
If sleep fails to restore the mind, at least it deals vivid
images to decorate our unconscious unease.
Trump thinks of himself as Jesus—but the question is:
Has Trump actually read the Bible?
Maybe Trump doesn’t know what happened to Jesus.
Spoiler: the Romans got cross with him.
Some jokes are so stupid—they have to be true.
.
.
A song for this:
Dreams by The Cranberries
.
note: You don’t have to read the Bible, you could stream the movie:
The Bible (1966) directed by John Huston
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