If you think you're too small to be noticed go and sleep in a room which is full of mosquitoes.
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11: 13 P.m.
now that i have fed all the mosquitoes
i think, i must
go to sleep, and this is the last poem
for all the female mosquitoes
that i have
loved before
and still love
tonight
all of them
have sucked
my skin
and all of them
are now
silent
contented perhaps
and so happy
that there is still
a man
as generous
and understanding
as i
on said gesture
i can now
have my sound
sleep
good night, my darlings
may you give
birth
to a thousand baby mosquitoes
tomorrow
morning
may all of you
spread my genes
manyfold
like the sands
in the sahara desert
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mosquitoes
If mosquitoes were not there
To draw blood from your capillaries
You would have to visit your doctor
Every week to get rejuvenated
For Gods sake donot destroy the vale of tears
Where mosquitoes breed
Mosquitoes do not take fees
But the doctors do
If doctors replace mosquitoes
The global market will no doubt expand
For the benefit of man and the USA
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Full Moon
Havent you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes?
Its only me, dear, in my midnight disguise.
Pay no attention if I crawl across the room.
Its just another full moon.
Dont be afraid of me when Im walking in my sleep.
Dont get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep.
Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon.
Its just another full moon.
Its just another full moon.
You see before you a truly broken man.
cause when it gets to midnight, I dont know who I am.
Full moons a-callin, and its put a curse on me,
And it will never set me free.
The full moons still up there,
Like a great white balloon.
The owls are a-callin,
And theyre singin my tune.
The night keeps a-callin.
I wish the day would come soon,
To get away from another full moon.
Here comes another full moon.
If your hands start shakin
When night starts to fall,
If youre scared of the moonlight
And the shadows on the wall,
If the face in the mirror
Isnt you at all,
Its just another full moon.
Its just another full moon.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
Its just another full moon.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Messing
the room is full of litters
the underwear is on top of the headboard
the shoes are far from each others' gaze
dirty clothes roam like wolves
and the bulb lights are filled with dusts
moths are dead
and mosquitoes reign the nooks
cobwebs look like fog
but i know how to paint
something so orderly in my mind
i take the brush of the brain
and the tints of bright colors
it is not denial
but it is just a matter of choosing
what reality i want
i become blind to all these mess
i only select what i must accept
so you see
my world is as beautiful as yours
i sleep soundly at night
as the ants and the scorpions
make their wars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside331’sSleep
Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?
(12-13-07)
poem by Chelsea Trescott
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Thoughts Before The Much Needed Sleep...
one wonders, at times, in the middle of
(nowhere)
of the room, where books scatter like chairs
after a wild party, that class reunion after
25 long years, (back to the main point)
of wonder, when pushed at the edge,
whether, the things done, year after year,
polishing each, like old shoes that do not break
priding of their crocodile skins, are right
correct, and justified, whether the conclusions
arrived at are, true, useful, and normally
good, one lays his head against the tip
of the easy chair, supports the neck with both
hands and look at the ceiling for answers that
do not come out easily, but appear like lizards
still waiting for their cockroach and favorite mosquitoes,
this office has mosquitoes and cockroaches,
and, as the answers are not ready made, but
slimy like fishes on the river Kwai, one stares like
a blank wall, eyes closed later, fall into sleep and
dream.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, sleep lazy fool
You’ve fought to long
And now you’re free to tool
Don’t wake blind maiden
Sleep, sleep small child
There are terrors to come
You won’t sleep forever
Cause you’ll never be done
Sleep, sleep little blossom
Because that’s all you can do
Sleep, the sleep of dreamers
And wake again a new
poem by Eric Andrew James
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A Lute By Edward Martin
did i ever see mother
dance like a
little girl
when she was alive?
did i ever see her
laugh like
a lovely little girl
once when she was
alive and was
with us all
in that small house?
did we ever wonder
why we did not see
her at all smile
as though we were friends
and not as her children
all i remember was that
she told us stories
before we sleep and
crowd in that small bed
covered by a white
cloth mosquito net
she was telling us
about some ghosts
who will eat all of us
because we refuse
to sleep early
because she still had
a lot of other things
to do
some lesson plans
to write
some letters for
her mother
some loan applications
to accomplish
some prayers
to recite
while father
waits for her
in another room.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue Room, The
We'll have a blue room
A new room for two room
Where ev'ry day's a holiday
Because you're married to me.
Not like a ballroom
A small room, A hall room
Where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee.
We will thrive on, keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses
With Mister and Missus
On little blue chairs.
You sew your trousseau
And Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The Mosquitoes
Mosquitoes
Why
You come here and die!
Mosquitoes
Don’t bite the good ones
Bite the bad ones!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Sleeping With Cats, Or Trying To
From 'Dating at Fifty' a collection of poems about the quest for love in middle age
Trying to sleep with cats,
Cats not content to use their box discretely
But compelled by strange ambition
To dig to China after each smelly deposit.
Trying to sleep in blankets
Full of cat litter
Tracked in by the cats.
Trying to sleep with cats, not content
To sleep or read or wait quietly for the dawn
But driven to actively stalk
The largely fictitious wildlife
Of a two room apartments.
Trying to sleep with a new woman
In strange bed with cats….
Forget about it! ! !
poem by Allan Thorne
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The One
'Come over here' he said
'Let's you and me
talk private.
I've noticed you
noticing me
and I wonder if
that is illusion
and am I making it up
or if it is true
and you did
notice me.
If not fine
I'm gone.
If so
let's talk.
What is the truth?
She:
'Yes I noticed you-
I saw you;
I mean
but that is all-
I noticed'
He: 'Well what did you think of me
when you noticed me?
Did you like me? '
She: ,
'Like you?
I don't know you'
.
'Well what did you think.
Well I thought you, , , ,
Actually I didn't
I wasn't thinking
I was just noticing?
'
Ok, nothing
no spark?
'No, no spark.'
In my twenties i would look into every
face and ask
are you my Future One?
And each face I peered into
would be examined and evaluated
and ultimately graded
and done within 3 seconds.
But if one
noticed me
noticing
I would end up
in conversations
like the above one.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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For bed room
My people
Reading
Room is bed room
Read with out
Sleep
Bed is not ok...
Read with sleep
Bed is ok...
Then your bed room
Is reading room
Or sleeping room...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A small grey box
It was a small, grey box,
seldom noticed,
with a little silver key.
There was glitter
on the outside,
very festive,
not too much.
It didn't tell you,
you'd never guess,
well unless
you studied hard,
it was a very private box.
All he'd noticed
was the glitter.
Such a feminine box,
a decorative piece,
maybe a jewel box,
maybe not?
He'd picked it up
once or twice,
tried turning its key
but the key was stuck.
It was locked
tight shut.
Then one summer night,
while searching for
treasure
he stumbled upon it
and being lucky
turned the key
Magically, it opened
and out sprang
a heart,
pulsating with joy
to be found at last.
It clung to him
that turned the key,
never, no never
to set him free.
Such a needy heart
who'd been locked away
in a small grey box
from the light of day
poem by Ruth Walters
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Whatever She Says
whatever she says
be it about sadness
or peace
or war and unhappiness
he did not mind
he is in the mountain
thinking
how the mosquitoes
are pestering him
and he cannot sleep
soon she will
be silent and then
he begins to write
his shorter poems
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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whatever she says
be it about sadness
or peace
or war and unhappiness
he did not mind
he is in the mountain
thinking
how the mosquitoes
are pestering him
and he cannot sleep
soon she will
be silent and then
he begins to write
his shorter poems
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Theres A Small Hotel
Id like to get away, junior
Somewhere alone with you
It could be oh, so gay, junior
You need a laugh
Or two
A certain place I know, frankie
Where funny people can have fun
Thats where the two will go,
Darling
Before you can count up
One, two, three. for ...
Theres a small hotel
With a wishing well
I
Wish that we were there together
Theres a bridal suite
One room bright and neat
Complete for us to
Share together
Looking through the window
You can see a distant steeple
Not a sign of people -- who
Wants people?
When the steeple bell says,
Good night, sleep well,
Well thank the small hotel
Together
Well creep into our little shell
And we will thank the small hotel together
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Half Way Round The World
Lately I feel so small
Or maybe its just that my bed has grown
I never noticed it before but you were there
So how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
I wake up in the night
I turn around and find that you're not there
I just like to watch you sleep and lay by you
I love to feel you near
I think I'm going crazy
Everyday confusion starts to grow
I never noticed it before
But you were there so how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Lately I feel so small
Or maybe its just that my bed has grown
I never noticed it before but you were there
So how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
Now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
quote by Alicia Keys
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Music Never Stopped
There's mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like birds
It's been hot for seven weeks now,
Too hot to even speak now, Did you hear what I just heard?
Say it might have been a fiddle or it could have been the wind
But there seems to be a beat now I can feel it my feet now
Listen here it comes again!
There's a band out on the highway, They're high steppin' into town
It's a rainbow full of sound, It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns
Everybody dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands.
Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine,
You know stars were spinnin' dizzy, Lord
The band kept us too busy we forgot about the time.
They're a band beyond description, Like Jehovah's favorite choir
People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord
They're setting us on fire.
Crazy rooster crowin' midnight, Balls of lightin' roll along
Old men sing about their dreams, Women laugh and children scream
And the band keeps playin' on.
Keep on dancin' thru the daylight, Greet the mornin' air with song
No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone. Was it ever there at all?
But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop
And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin'
The music never stopped
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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