At dawn still young, a grey throat on the go
Rests on a branch nearby swaying with ease,
And moves from deep inside to edge below,
To please me, or to call the mate of his,
To swing and bend, balance against sharp breeze,
Seek a foothold, await if wind should rest,
And settled down when, sing sweet melodies—
Furioso and forte, full throat and breast,
Moderato when Vaishakhi winds rise,
The climax coming lento, shorn of haste,
Never to vie with winds, opting t’be wise,
Ah, my morning alarm and summer guest,
Who, when I peep out to watch sleepy eyed,
Far away flies in thick foliage to hide.
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Sonnet |08.06.2024| Robin, bird
Poet’s note: Vaishakhi winds: pre monsoon winds in the month of Vaishakh, the peak of summer in India.
Sleepy eyed cat was ready for a winter’s nap.
She watched her mama carefully, waiting for a snap.
That’s when the book fell to the ground and she knew
Her mama was asleep, so she could be too.
My favorite vacation would have been my very last summer vacation
travelling to Florida with my daughter and husband was an inspiration
Who knew, not long after we would be hit with a world wide pandemic
the sun back then was a splash of rich golden yellow, so totally Semic
Early morning visits sleepy eyed like white tail deer we entered a shop
hot bagels of every kind steamy coffees, summer dresses, flip flops
Sun tan lotion by day, Italian ravioli by night, it was indeed a sweet holiday
stretched out on the beach with sand between our toes we enjoyed the rays
It had been ten years since our last real holiday last time I had gone on a plane
today I look at the photos and smile, who knew things would soon go so insane
Maybe tomorrow it will be over and I can return to Florida with my small family
this time my son might come along too then we can bathe there, peacefully...
Jan 26, 2022
Foggy mists slither through the highlands
As downdrafts force them to the riverbanks
To the naked eye ethereal warm icicles
Among tow’ring long-needle pines piercing sky
From the other side near the rustic cabin
The yawning night watchman waits the 7:30
Preparing to hand off the latest dispatches in
A leather satchel, the hook catching its strap
The silent river valley comes alive screeching
Then wanes to deadly silence, the fog lifting
As he prepares to hand over to the day shift
Driving the winding road home, sleepy-eyed
written October 29, 2021
Barrelling along, squealing tyres evades
disruptive thoughts carousing
through my unconscious mind
Jerk awakening, with relief, to pearlescent moon
Still there, filtering images of you, as before
Silly, happy, sad, lovingly embrace my heart
Sleepy eyed, I extend my arm to feel
nothing, empty space beside me
Gone again, where, how long, how far
Howling wind lifts the curtains you made
Their fragility reminds me of your femininity
Loving thoughts caresses imbues our souls imprint
To peel you away now terrifies
the crimped pain of losing you each eventide
Is washed clean away by the tidal surf
against the cabin steps where once
was glorified by your presence
The thrum of raindrops hitting black agate rocks
amongst the jagged seaweed tang
Recollections abounds to plumb the very depths of my feral heart
Date 3/15/21
So cometh the morn the Sun shall arise
Breaking at dawn, unveiling blue skies
Those of the darkness hurry away
Not for them the bright light of day,
Sleepy eyed, we stir from our beds
Sweet dreams and phantoms flee from our heads,
As our world awakens the nocturnal hide
For they long for the Moon, and the stars in the sky.
Entry for
Collaboration with the Silent One Poetry Contest
17/10/2020
If I close my eyes its almost as if I were back there again
standing in a field of snow mitted and scarfed to the chin
Front window frosted from our breath iced fingers scribing
yes I can almost remember the exact smell of snow...
A winter hat edged in fur, warm and fuzzy round my neck
big fat snowflakes falling gently while inside, electric heat
father appearing from a distance buried in a snow squall
mother with her rosary praying for his safe arrival , me
tucked under a blanket sleepy eyed and tired praying,
I hope Christmas comes soon, and then I fell asleep.
Of PAN and MAN
Beyond the hedgerow bright with bloom of May
Our daily lives move on with purpose strong
From where the thrush and warbler sing the day
Soft hum of traffic, plays a different song
The tawny herd lies sleepy-eyed in sun
On lush green mead oblivious to where
The cars, the trucks and buses onward run
With each disposed by one of nature’s heirs
Along the roadside verges, now revealed
In rainbow hues, wild flowers exquisite face
Uncaring road’s dismissal unconcealed
Though passers glance admiring of their grace
To count less the works of man than of Pan, some are fain
Let us bless them all and embrace as our whole domain
Awaken in the morning..
Eyes opened..
Reflections of the sun glows..
Survival mode..
Highs and lows..
Immersed in a tidal wave of fear..
Hauntingly thoughts of the past..
Futuristic thoughts not in existence..
A glass half filled..
Sleepy eyed..
You retire to bed..
Imagine peace of mind..
Each and every day..
A peacful sleep along sweet dreams..
There is always tomorrow..
You awaken in the morning..
With a full glass..
Embrace the moments of now..
Need not dwell..
Open your eyes..
It's a lovely new day..
As you absorb love..
Enjoy the sweetness of peace..
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Relativism is the new absolutism, and CONDEMNATION of evils is being Forsaken. We are losing REVERENCE for God, and our sacred story must be Reawakened. I fear a generation enameled with a PREDILECTION bent on Entitlements. We are ENCOMPASSED with Entertainment and social media Engagements. We are too lost in a secular Wilderness to be concerned with UNEARTHTLINESS. Though curable, APATHY* is one disease that is far-reaching and Sleepy-eyed. CONSTERNATION causes acquiescence, but 'the few' will turn the Tide.
10292018PoSoupContest, 7 Lines, 7 Words: Rhyme, Lu Loo;
*Lamentation 1:12
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My God I thought Christ had just returned...I was in a dead sleep when one of the cats jumped up on this 300 button multi function electric Casio keyboard and caused it to play a church organ demo...trumpets and all...on volume level 14. As I was frantically searching for the on/off button my daughter Violet walked in all sleepy eyed and asked..Daddy, why are you playing the piano in your underwear again?
ABLAZE, INCREDIBLE MUSE
RADIANT AND OVERPOWERING
YOUR GLEAMING YELLOW
INVIGORATES ME
AS YOUR RAYS EMBRACE MY SOLITUDE
GOLDEN BOY
THE SUPREME STAR
YOUR BRIGHTNESS OVERWHELMS
RISKING OVEREXPOSURE
FROM YOUR HANDS OF GLOWING FIRE
YOU ARE THE SUN
AND I AM THE MOON
DARK AND FORBIDDEN
SLEEPY-EYED ENCHANTRESS
HIDDEN FROM THE DAY'S CRUEL GLANCES
MILKY WHITE AND EVERCHANGING
A BEACON IN THE DARKNESS
YET I'M WILLOWING IN MY DIMNESS
ALONE IN THE ENDLESS NIGHT
YOU OVERSHADOW ME
ALWAYS BYPASSING IN THE CHAOS
WE SHALL NEVER MEET.
They came from all over - Manchester, Derby
and. Connemara - icons, O'Toole, Bates and Finney,
who would believe the power of future stars,
although they spent their time fighting in bars.
RADA was a dream, a long way from country,
Reed and Marvin muscled in with Shaw and Connery,
Caine gave a sleepy-eyed look for mystery,
while Mitchum was instructed in English history.
Imagine King Henry sending 'Alfie' to the tower,
whilst Connery, Reed and Bates began to cower,
although the former pair wrestled in front of a fire,
If you didn't enjoy 'Women In Love,' you were a liar.
When Reed had his nose in a variety of *****,
O'Toole was enthralling us as Lawrence of Arabia.
Sleepy set of eyes
Awoke to write
A little blurry they still type
Through a sleepy set of eyes
Blinking once blinking twice
These eyes adjust
Helping to read and think
Sinking each word into works
Beginning to see the envisioning
Of a poem forming
Adjustment period of sleepy eyed me
Moment when I awake for clarity
To blink once, blink twice then three
Clearing all blur from sleepy eyed me
Rewritten
12/12/2017
Alluminous
As I slip awake this frosty morn
Heart feeling heavy, I don't know why
Blinking sleepy eyed,a little confused
Bed clothes contorted somewhat awry
Realizing I have more nights off work
Warms my heart with a smile debuting
Sleep leaves the eyes of my disguise
Of a man that knows just what he's doing
I'm greeted warmly by my sweet wife
Who hands me coffee she made for me
This is the best way to start the day
With Love and coffee don't you agree?
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