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THALIA'S BARK

My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.

One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.

Curious, I went out to see what was going on.
And there she was—curled up on the sofa,
out cold, not a care in the world.
So… who was in my kitchen?

I was halfway to the car,
still trying to puzzle it out,
when a voice broke in—
“Wake up, Madison, we’re almost late!”

That’s when it hit me—
I’d been chasing a dream all along.
And like life itself,
it showed me that friends may be found anywhere,
but when the truth sinks in,
you see the ones who matter most
are those who’ve stood beside you
through thick and thin.

KNOWN TO THE UNKNOWN

I was well known 
When I was alone
 
What was the necessity for you to come into my life?
To mess things up with no sign of strife?

You were the sweet dream that made me sleep a little longer
You have become my nightmares that made me a sleepwalker 

My happy world is broken into bits and pieces
Am I able to find the crumbled slices?

What were you thinking when you made all the promises?
Didn't you realise there will be so many obstacles?

You are ready to hop on new relationship 
That makes me think was I the only one who was sailing on this seaship?

You left for happiness 
Why am I sinking in sadness?

My mind is still testing my capacity 
I'm trying my best to touch harsh reality

waking up leopard

Leopard narrowed his yellow eyes for the night
His body is stretched across upper branch tight
He snores easily, but is awakened by a small boor
This small tasty mammal rustled across the jungle floor

Waking Up Lonely

In the morning, I dread waking up.
When I do, there is no you.
Since you left me, it's the one thing
I haven't been able to get used to.

There are nights I drink coffee,
Trying to make myself stay awake.
On the hard days I'm missing you,
There are these pills that I take.

In the end, it doesn't matter.
Eventually my body will give in.
Sleep is a necessity in life;
This battle I can never win.

When I wake up and it's empty
There on your side of the bed,
This wave of loneliness and anxiety
Rushes through my head.

Quickly I remember again
That you left me and went away.
That makes the anxiety leave me,
But the loneliness will stay.

Waking up from trance

burdened wandering among negative energies
although for the most part they impacted him not
he searched in vain for that elusive elixir of love
resonating at a frequency matching his own

poised in stillness, he exited the lucid dream
recognised all as one, as thoughts he did stream

Waking Up In a Stranger’s Flat

I open my eyes.
All around me,
everything is unfamiliar:
unfamiliar wallpaper,
unfamiliar white leather sofa,
unfamiliar country.
I moved here to teach,
and here I am learning
that I’m underprepared,
underqualified,
underdressed,
and hungover.
 
He wouldn’t let me leave last night,
you see.
As the party was dying,
I coloured his bathroom
with oversweet Georgian wine
and washed down chicken wings
that came back up.
He decided:
I could miss the last metro,
sleep on this atrocious sofa,
recover.
 
Of course,
now it’s 7am,
and I have to teach a class
of engineers,
bridge builders,
about ing phrasal verbs
in less than two hours.
And I have to do it
with a hangover and a smile.
 
I think to myself
as I struggle with front door locks and keys
before climbing out of a downstairs window,
what a strange story this will be.
And yet waking up here,
it could be a whole lot worse
than this beautiful Baku sunrise.

Waking Up

When lilacs with the springtime rise
and weary hordes no longer slumber,
music from God's own guitar now flies
to cajole the misty earthen number;
begin etching the kaleidoscope of summer.

Waking Up to Drop

Grandma goes for her coffee,
whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut…
—Quote by poet

waking up to drop
into the sandman’s beanbag
sheet shifting with sun

Here is my Bliss at Dawn

The dark of night when turns to day, 
When slowly stars begin to blur 
And birds, barely from sleep bestir, 
Older by day, greyer than grey,
Dreams when spill over my pillows 
And in so doing lose some flair… 
In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air, 
When I wallow in waking woes,
The sun when lights up at the dawn, 
My body bones when not so fit 
Whine having lost of youth a bit, 
And must wake still— me, languid bone,  
Here’s my bliss— when some bonus blinks 
I steal, dawn unto day when sinks. 
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Sonnet (Morning musings) | 02.01.2010|

Waking Up Here

In dawn's soft embrace, flickering the light,
Lighting up shadows, bidding night goodnight.
Eyes slowly unveil a world anew,
Morning's palette, a canvas of hue.

Birdsong weaves through the waking air,
A symphony of life, beyond compare.
Silent dreams linger, a fleeting trace,
As reality unfolds, in this waking place.

Gentle breezes dance with morning's cheer,
Embracing the day, dispelling any fear.

Waking up to the Grinch

I woke up in the middle of the night
Hoping Santa Claus might be in sight
I know my parents thought I was in bed so tight
But I heard a thump and I saw a light

Crept down to the living room where things were bright
A hairy green thing was halfway in my vision, my sight
I screamed when I saw that it was the Grinch, a blight
He laughed his head off and gave me a cookie that night

Waking Up Fast In Serengeti

in the middle of the Serengeti I fell asleep one day
hoping wildebeests and cheetahs were far away
eyes dared me to wake up, and I was scared for a minute
but then I saw the giraffes, and saw the fun in it.

They formed a rescue posse, and were curious about me.
Taller than I had imagined, even taller than the tree
I felt safe because it was not yet dusk, but I woke up fast.
When I heard a possible cheetah shaking up the grass.

Waking Up In Sleepy Hallow

I woke up on the shores of Sleepy Hallow
my head floating on the surface of the sea 
with the surrounding waters smothered in my cold blood
leaving my corpse to become a loaf of Roman Meal bread for the seagulls
to devour their hearts out until their bellies become bloated like the sand dunes

Waking Up

A distressed soul
Rising from the grave
Slogging through the morning mist

10/04/2023

Waking Up

As I wake up in the Stone Age
My first feeling is relief
Gone are all the troubles that I had
I know that I won't last too long
When my medication stops
May not make the end of life too bad

First to find some berries
Other produce from the trees
Survey the situation, to catch fish
In the ground there may be tubers
Other roots to use for food
If I live or die may also be Gods wish

Animals I live beside
Would be my last resort
They would make a better friend than foe
Make my cover from the old ones
As they passed away
Surely as we're born, we have to go

Then I pause to wonder
Am I on my own
Or is an Eve beyond the rolling hill
You never know your fortune
And finding peace at last
You can make a life, if just you have the will

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