Immersed in dreams deep,
some fairies oversleep,
atop fragrant sunflowers
and then they shape shift,
sharing love’s gift;
divine bliss shower that empowers.
A yawn has caught me by surprise.
Screwed up my face,
With mouth opened wide.
See all the cavities and fillings inside.
Momma said," You need a nap!"
Nothing I could say,
Would get me away.
Off to my bed,
It would appear.
My once yearly nap,
I might miss something, I fear!
I'll pretend to sleep,
Close my eyes,
Not let out a peep.
Let out a small snore,
Before Momma closes the door.
Then I'll arise,
Play quietly inside.
Two hours later,
Much to my surprise,
I woke up on the floor.
The yawn defeated me again,
Theres' always tomorrow to fight it off to the end!
Tired sleepy eyes
accompanied by yawns
and long stretches
Autumn Yawns
Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days
Eventide wrapped in golden umber tones
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Sunset sundrops sweet serenades intone.
Twilight dozes ‘neath the harvest’s birthstone
Autumn savors new frost in early dusk
Scarlet scents, aphrodisiac cologne,
Festoon icy crystals - autumnal musk.
Vesper rondeaus rustle in dry cornhusks
Scents of spice float in the warm afterglow
Autumn tastes nursery rhymes like sweet rusks
Stars keep watch in astral autumn meadows
She slips into the mellow midnight’s glow
Drowsy barcarolles bid Autumn goodnight
Harvest hectic days through cradle songs slow
Lullabies wait to croon in faded lights
Drowsy barcarolles bid Autumn goodnight
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Lullabies wait to croon in faded lights
Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days.
10-219-22
Contest: Autumn Pandoum
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
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the haves and have nots
each has what other has not ~
yet they both know not
11-April-2022
The clock strikes twelve
my keyboard yawns
Pleads for me to tuck him in
I say "One more poem"
He says, "You win"
Laughing Buddha yawns, on earth born
He knows life but a dream
Unruffled by both praise and scorn
Flowing in the bliss stream
Laughs at life and at death
Touch divine, is his wealth
Living thus, breath by breath
He’s the light that dawns
Laughing Buddha yawns
12-December-2021
Quietus
As the central pillar of throbbing bliss
vivifies form with magnetic electricity
devoid of resistance nodes celebrate
each manifesting hue of their divinity
Joyful presence in vibrant emptiness
views the divine dance at play within
all the doing that is done is in stillness
as renews each moment bliss ignition
There are no doubt endless mysteries
awaiting curiosity within us to discover
in as ordained one day we will go there
as we imbibe each love throb in wonder
13-September-2020
ahhh...
open-eons
of...
open-yawns
oh! pen yon
as...
opinions
of...
'oh-pun-onions'
now...
open eons
of...
open yawns
are as...
open-onions
stan sand
Princess Zoe Yawns-A-Lot
In Mommy's arms though you are not
In my heart you'll always be
Until you can come home with me
Slumbering soundly you softly snore
Dreaming dreams of sleepy lore
All goofy smiles and half closed eyes
My Baby Lady, My sweet surprise
My perfect angel Heaven sent to me
Zoe Baby, Mommy thinks of you incessantly
As each new day passes I'm filled with regret
It's my constant companion and won't let me forget
I cannot say these things out loud without my voice getting caught
So I put them down here, for you, my Zoe Ellah Yawns-A-Lot
The day yawns
stretches...
like a flower
petals upturned
ghostlike vapors
drift away
Bullfrogs croak
My dog slumbers
A whirlwind of thoughts stir up silence
As uneven depths of despair
Paint bright yesterdays and pale tomorrows
A night filled with wandering addicts,
Their eyes speckled with the gloom of gray
Dreams colliding with reality
On fluffy clouds where they trip out
Love is as distant as a light year
As they drift off, lost in the stars
They have lost their garden of serenity
Time slips them wrinkled expressions
And if their slumber is too deep
They will not awaken from night's cocoon
when morning yawns....
2-16-19
The Gargoyle Yawns
The Fogwalker searches for clues in the moist darkness of early morning. The mist feels it's way through empty alleys and vacant lots.
Cautious footsteps crackle from the gravel pathway lined with broken glass and dry leaves, evidence the Autumn Equinox has smothered the last breath of summer.
Gangways between decaying brick buildings echo from dogs sounding an alarm with menacing Baskerville howls and barks.
A garden of flickering street lights blossom under the black canopy of darkness. These twilight flowers reach for a lazy moon with the dim enthusiasm of jaundice fluorescence.
The Diogenestic odyssey by the nocturnal straggler is an exercise clothed in failure. Honesty dressed in shabby clothes is disguised as a fictitious conviction. This quality that measures the value of character is a virtue that few possess and is rarely practiced.
Who does this best policy of honesty benefit? Is it the one divulging the truth or the recipient of honesty? The best part of this said truth are the lies.
Standing at the edge of night peering over the ledge into dawn the Gargoyle yawns.
YAWNS
Yonder valley of stone
Yellow yawns wonder
Seemingly yelling
In open mouth drawls
Rain or streams
I do not know
Blowing nose, dabbing eyes
Taking warm sips of tarpit
Toothpick splinters barely hold
Open misty window shades
Eventually snapping shut
Locked like crocodile jaws
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
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Summer sunset yawns
Stretching its arms across lawn
Paints the sky unique
Sleepily birds seek their homes
Whip-Poor-Will sings loves pure song
Contest:Tanka You
Theme: Summer Nights
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Date written: July 11, 2011
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