Snoozes Poems | Examples

Summer Cooking

In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets, 
stops the lazy time, for clock’s hands he sets.
     In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
     keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.

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warm glow in the hearth
border collie snoozes on the rug
quiet shadows surround me

Summer Cooking

In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets, 
lazy time passes him by, he forgets.
     In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
     keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.

Sneak Preview of the 'Big Debate'

    My opponent will destroy democracy
      But my opponent will normalize hypocrisy  
    
    My opponent pays hush money to whores
      Well, my opponent snoozes in meetings and snores

    My opponent’s in cahoots with radical progressives
       But my opponent’s tax cuts are regressive  

    My opponent is in bed with Putin
       Well, my opponent for Iran is rootin’

    My opponent’s spending will stoke inflation
      But my opponent’s plans will increase starvation

    Enough!  Stop!  Cut!  Halt!
       It’s not all the other guy’s fault

    All this negativity makes one thing clear
       I’m voting for the first candidate I can cheer

Randomly Yours

strewn thoughts 



The skinny dog
snoozes on the graveyard's lawn
at ease with the stillness of the night
The fruit of the carob tree 
looks like a cotton pickers hand 
on an autumnal beach
a bottle of suntan oil 
tells how the summer was
A lone streetlamp sways
a drunk staggers home
he used to be an actor, stops and sing 
A seagull fancied to be human
used lotion and combed feathers shiny
Alas, it was hacked to death
by those that resist any change

Nocturnal Retreat

Midnight lavender echoes whisper,
As the song of the rooster fades.
Mauve tackles the sky with a blush,
Curly coral clouds are dressed in buffed bronze shades.

Ebony snoozes in the round,
As the moon takes center stage.
Stars twinkle as diamonds in the sky,
And the night is peaceful page.

In the nocturnal retreat,
Nature's symphony plays on.
The rustling of leaves in the breeze,
And the distant hoot of an owl's song.

The world is quiet and still,
As if holding its breath in awe.
And in this tranquil moment,
All worries and fears withdraw.

In the nocturnal retreat,
There is a sense of calm and peace.
A reminder that in the darkness,
There is still beauty and release.

June 06, 2023

Nocturnal Retreat

nocturnal retreat

mauve tackles midnight
 lavender echoes whisper ~
  song of the rooster

curly coral clouds
 dressed in a burnished bronze blush ~
  ebony snoozes

round rosiness yawns
 in wispy gossamer hush ~
  the sweet scent of pink

puffy plumes of gold
 like lush heavenly spindrift ~
  nocturnal retreat

6/6/23

Days of Rhyme and Snoozes

I sit here relishing
a custard-filled
and chocolate-topped
choux bun.
If I had a trumpet 
I’d surely blow it.
It seems that I’m
“An Emerging Poet”
and, icing on the cake,
I’ve “got potential”.
Imagine my elation 
at such an unexpected 
elevation. My many years 
of scribbling, so long
unheralded, unheard,
pleasing but me and me alone,
and now at last the gods atone
for past disdain 
and disappointment.
Yet even as I contemplate 
my new persona, I surely know 
a day of reckoning awaits.
In old age now, my words 
grow trite and rusty.
I fear that, sitting here,
awaiting inspiration 
for yet another new creation,
my rhyming days are almost done
and, truth be told, I’d rather have
another deliciously inspiring bun,
to be followed by, maybe, just perhaps,
another of my afternoon naps.

Weather Front

Cold weather front

 A few good days fooled us the cold weather returned we thought it was 
early spring. I worried if my almond tree had its buds been damaged
and will not bloom and strews petals on the lane,
 the illusion of frost, the princes in the tower saw in the fairy tale.
The fire in the grate is exuding warmth the dog no one owns snoozes in a chair, 
no, the heart to throw it out 
I’m not a tree hugger, but give trees a friendly slap
a sucker for the down and out bought a chicken for a Roma women 
begging outside, the guard said, “you must not feed 
them” like they should be vermin.
I love my almond tree reminded me of my mother when she was old, 
so sweet her face in her frailty.

Finals Anxiety

simply awake
No music lulls
No quiet snoozes
No counting naps
No stretching tires
My clock taunts me
No comfort lullabies
No breathing relaxes
Pajamas strangle me
No coolness soothes
No meditation stupors
No visualization sleeps
No position tranquilizes
No supplements sedate
No aromatherapy calms
or finger painting slumbers
I am insomnia’s vigilant sentry.
Where, oh where's the sandman?

Two Short Snoozes

I simply find out how to get two hours of sleep. 
A walled bastion around your neck is steep. 
Elitists commend this moderate landmark. 
While visiting vacationers all around the park.

Here's the way your body will in general look. 
Arms are stone squares stained with a nook. 
A fleece tee lands on the body with a thud. 
Despite that, late spring clothing is very scud.

They linger the same as wet palm fronds. 
To the path, skirting the drain's ponds 
Your toe pain is a metaphor for it anyway. 
I squirreled away in a pair of boots to stay.

 On the road, the eyelids are shovels.
The white line devours the car's labels. 


Written: November 14, 2021

Sleeping Sun

Sleeping sun

The audacious sun finally showed up
and green was the winter landscape; I also saw
where the sun sets, behind the carob tree
soundly and snug under a carpet of wildflowers
the sun snoozes till dawn.
Over the easterly range, which is the first defence
against Spanish marauders and the rain on the plane
the clouds were dark blue, more rain tomorrow.
I the fading light musical notes dance down a phone line,
The first flirt of spring?
Should it rain tomorrow, I will not be downhearted 
this day will keep me warm for a week or so.

Garden Days

I sit; dog snoozes; bees parade
In, out, in, over, under flowers
Buzz-ZIP! with pace and poise and purpose
A hum of bees spell us to sleep.


Written on 5th July 2021
Submitted for Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster

Snoozing With a Cat

My cat Jeff snuggles when I hit the hay

   He's strong-minded and always has his way

      He snores as I try to doze

         His whiskers tickle my nose

            I'm sleepless while he snoozes night and day

Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Sleepless" Contest. 
(Placed No. 2 In the Contest)

If I Gave You

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If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
would you sit with me here at the edge of the moon
Arranging the stars in a musical pattern
singing along as they whistle their tune

Then could we climb to the top of the tower
counting each step that we touched as we rose
Looking out over the valley in slumber
trying to guess every dream that they chose

Maybe then sail on an ocean of petals
riding each wave made of marigold leaves
Dropping our anchor just next to the garden
tied to a web that an old spider weaves

Or we might pick up a brush filled with laughter
painting a kite on the chuckling skies
Run with the string as a masterpiece follows
chasing a tail laced with blue butterflies

Kiss in a rainstorm of umbrella whispers
splashing in puddles reflecting your smile
Wake up the sun as it snoozes till lunchtime
rest in the shade holding hands for a while

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
showing you life is a beautiful view
Promising all you could ever imagine
would you give your heart on a big silver platter… too

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