Softly she slumbers, a vision to see,
A smile on her face, serenity.
No worries or cares, no troubles in sight,
Just peaceful repose, a gentle delight.
Her snores, a gentle hum, a sweet serenade,
Cute and girlish, a symphony to aid,
My heart beats faster, my love grows anew,
In this moment, my heart belongs to you.
Though I may be nothing special, unworthy of her grace,
She sleeps beside me, a precious, trusting embrace,
Her beauty shines brighter, even in repose,
A treasure to behold, a heart that overflows.
Oh, how I'm captivated by her slumbering form,
A beauty so uncommon, a love that's sworn,
In this quiet hour, I vow to adore,
This sleeping beauty, forevermore.
Dark clouds gather slow
A rumble in the distance sleeps
Lightning's fiery kiss
Letting the sweet little baby sleep until the sunrise.
Patiently waiting for the moment I see her bright eyes.
Peacefully the sweet baby deeply sleeps and dreams throughout the night.
There was a man from Donbas
There was a man from Donbas,
who sat on a headless ass.
"Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he did say,
"and your breath smells of foul grass."
So, moved to the States he arranged,
dreaming of the wide open plains.
There, he too rode the same headless ass
and complained the view never changed.
So, he rode north to Canada,
where pike swims in lakes over tha.
But alas, he rode the same jackass
and nearly died from hypothermia.
Now for the south, he done rode,
way down to ole el méxico.
While riding his preferred headless steed,
he complained of the same poop show.
Let this be a lesson, dear friend.
When you roam to the ends, with no happiness to lend,
and find yourself riding a headless ass,
It's not the world that offends.
You simply mounted the wrong end.
And you must change before you die from the gas.
by, Martin Braun
August 22, 2023
The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any reflection of the Democratic Party, socialists, the left, or communists is simply a coincidence.
PRAYING SPEAKING COVERINGS AS YOU’RE SLUMBERING
I’m praying ahead now I’m praying for, the new day
Tomorrow now that way I get it out of the way
Just in case I sleep through the day this night
While I’m awake I’m speaking coverings from Jesus Christ
10/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022
Hard-working iron workers from Wales are slumbering now
They have earned the comfortable rest of the dead,
For years they got up in the dark and began their work
Clanging and banging iron together, forging and welding
That is all over now, their ears are quiet, and they have peace.
It was their life for over fifty years, but now they are refreshed.
Happily lingering on their cloud beds; they have earned their sleep.
Slumbering Science
A world of separate objects
Has been the province of science
For centuries following centuries..
But now an occasional shudder
Cast by an uneasy perception
That our roots in separation
Have been only a useful dream..
The dream has turned sour
And has drawn a darkened film
Over eyes..eyes seeking
Understanding in the shadows..
New discoveries find Fields
Of openness and not-knowing
Leading a few scientists to
A science clear of slumber...
A beautiful girl everyone said, relatives hushed in reverence
Sweet baby who never made a sound, surrounded by love
Slumbering on earth as she watched our reactions from heaven.
Perfectly formed tiny fists and pretty cheeks, gorgeous coloring
Trevina never opened her eyes yet impacted our lives forever
Written 8-23-2019
Contest: 5 Lines on Anything
Sponsors: Dear Heart and Wiishkobi Ode
Precious Baby Boy was slumbering,
In a manger once upon a time,
Adored by His parents, life sublime.
Soft-hoofed camels came lumbering, following a sign.
Three spiritual wisemen arrived,
Excited, though traveled so far,
Faith brought them to this humble stable,
Following a vibrant star,
They were welcomed in by the young family.
Where God’s own tiny Son was slumbering.
Words were unspoken, reverence felt all around
The King’s birth, was so mystically humbling.
Christian’s precious Baby, in heaven these days,
Listening to our prayers, smiling at our successes,
Sending us ideas, listening to our praise,
Inspiring us with hope, to help clean up our messes.
Our Precious Baby, earth Angel, although on earth, unseen,
Felt spiritually by those, who believe in the wondrous King.
My Slumbering Muse
My slumbering Muse in her hidden dreams
Has slept still beside me and not stirred,
And though in shallow sleep, or so it seems,
Has not woken and spoken a single word.
Or, laying abed with me, not conceived
To enlighten me with a useful rhyme.
I ask for poetic themes to be weaved,
But my silent Muse sleeps a long, long, time.
How, then, do I arouse my resting Muse?
Shall I now, gentle, wake her with a kiss,
And whisper that her dreams hold rhymes to choose?
And to share those dreams is poetic bliss.
Or, annoyed, shall she wish her dreams to keep,
Turning to one side to resume her sleep?
10/02/17
Seeds:
You, humble vessels of eternity
That
God’s will into the core of your
Very being carry,
Hibernated wisdom you are, awaiting the
Call of nature
For
To unfold the glorious slumbering powers in you,
Materializing thus
The anticipated heavenly plan of
Miraculous life!
Oh seeds,
Teach me your secret,
I supplicate you,
Tell me how your example could
I follow
So as
The divine will, in me, never
To betray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 OCTOBER 2014
slumbering river
reflects blue skies beneath sun
mirrors moon by night
deep in its belly
meanders along the path to
deliverance
~*~
While you are sleeping
I think of all the reasons
my love for you grows
Your little breathes of air
They're like descending cherry blossoms
Your rising and falling chest
It's like the lull of waves
Your flickering eyelids
Are like the songs of birds
Your peaceful face
Shines like a starry nights moon
Your tiny hands holding mine
Are like penguin families sticking close
Your smile when you awaken
Is like a glimpse of Heaven
Your love for me
Is the most precious gift I could have
Your dripping tears
Is like all the pain I have ever known
Your faith in me
Is a bond no one can sever
Your sweet, little person
It's hard to believe...
That you are my beautiful, sweet child
Peaceful slumbers arrive at later times as years do so pass...
Life's experiences has taught us all that every event in life only
flashes by to be listed in God's own records of our deeds and mis-deeds ever
shinning or in the last past!
Sleep descends on our human body of souls...
As our chambers are outdated and containing many more holes!
We will be judged for all past deeds...
God will have to judge as He continues and reads!
Spirits drift up towards the light...
Our time down here has been dreary or bright!
The hurdles in life were raised so high...
If we had wings,we would try to fly!
Cheating is only second nature...
That is our only life's on heightened stature!
If everything in life was too easy...
It would only seem so free and breezy!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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