After some time, with my eyes closed, I began to enjoy this wonderful play of colors and forms, which it really was a pleasure to observe. Then I went to sleep and the next day I was fine. I felt quite fresh, like a newborn.
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
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Sleep Teases A Man
Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.
Markov was tormented for quite some time, not knowing what to do: should he sleep or should he liven himself up? Finally, exhausted and thoroughly sick of himself and his room, Markov put on his coat and hat, took his walking cane and went out on to the street. The fresh breeze calmed Makarov down, he became rather more at one with himself and felt like going back home to his room.
Upon going into his room, he experienced an agreeable bodily fatigue and felt like sleeping. But, as soon as he lay down on the divan and closed his eyes, his sleepiness instantly evaporated.
In a fury, Markov jumped up from his divan and, hatless and coatless, raced off in the direction of Tavrichesky Park.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Closed My Eyes
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
thinking to get back to that bad dream
but unfortunately,
It was not this time.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
hoping to wake up,
and welcome a beautiful day,
But was already caught in the darkness.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
wishing to start the day,
seeing his face,
sadly that would just be in dream.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
waiting for that wake up kiss,
but sadly never would be true again,
poem by Pratisha Karki
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This Dance
The wind blew through the trees like laughter come un-done,
You picked me up and brought me out into the blazing sun.
I felt the heat and began to dance to express that I felt free,
You followed me and kept the beat with your hands and then joined me.
We danced far into the night even though the wind chilled us so,
It soon became clear to me that what I saw in you touched my soul.
I peered into your deepening eyes and felt like I was in a trance,
I then felt that I'd fallen in love and I did not want to stop this dance.
This dance, this wonderful dance, this wonderful spirit lifting dance.....
(6/10/08)
poem by Allison Hankins
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Ah, the Pleasure
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover,
to feel body warmth,
soft gently breath of contented sleep,
comfort in a space shared,
an arm gently over your body,
a movement in sleep which leads to a cuddle or embrace,
perhaps even a sleepy kiss and to sleep again with your lover,
to know so much pleasure in time not concious to the woken mind,
to touch and feel safe,
to gently waken after sleeping with your lover,
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover..............
This was my thoughts after a shared wonderful weekend with my lover.
poem by Linda Dyer
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Wonderful search!
Wonderful search!
Dear, beloved,
wonderful,
Wonderful,
You are so close,
Yet so far,
Look at me,
Look in my eyes,
And say, I am you,
You are me,
We are one,
We are same,
in origin and share,
Same universe,
Sing o my dear,
How can I am
Different when,
Same truth sings,
I am that,
I am that,
I am that,
In every being!
what you quest for
is hidden within you,
What you weep and pray,
Is the greater self,
Of you, me and all,
Fine if you doubt,
Read me in your own heart!
not as you or
Ramdas Bhandarkar,
But find I in your heart,
original formless of whom,
We are different forms!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Age Of Consent
I want to meet you at that restaurant
The one you love its got a pretty front
What a front
The girls are holding hands
Its a treat to indulge
Or we can sit awhile and look around
Look around, round round
Look around, round round
This is the age of consent
You dont have to be coy
This is your own pleasure bent
We are here to enjoy everything
Everything that the traffic allows
We touch each other then we sip the wine
We smile and nod together, this is fine, its so fine
Come on in the waters fine
We can jump right in
Or we can look around and bide our time
Look around, round round
Look around, round round
This is the age of consent
But you dont need to shout
This is your own pleasure bent
We are here to enjoy everything
Im not holding you back heavens sake
Have you got to jump out of the cake
I dont want your endeavours to fail
But that pouch has got a sting in the tail
Sting in the tail
This little place has got me in a trance
Were getting closer but its just a dance, just a dance
The band wont make a sound
We can warm it up
Or we can hold it back and look around
Look around, round round
Look around, round round
This is the age of consent
But you dont need to shout
This is your own pleasure bent
We are here to enjoy everything
Everything can be yours, but dont shout....
song performed by by 10 Cc
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De Little Pickaninny's Gone to Sleep
Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo' bed,
Go to sleep an' res' yo' little head,
Been a-kind o' ailin' all de day?
Didn't have no sperit fu' to play?
Never min'; to-morrer, w'en you wek,
Daddy's gwine to ride you on his bek,
'Roun' an' roun' de cabin flo' so fas'—
Der! He's closed his little eyes at las'.
De little pickaninny's gone to sleep,
Cuddled in his trundle bed so tiny,
De little pickaninny's gone to sleep,
Closed his little eyes so bright an' shiny.
Hush! an' w'en you walk across de flo'
Step across it very sof' an' slow.
De shadders all aroun' begin to creep,
De little pickaninny's gone to sleep.
Mandy, w'at's de matter wid dat chile?
Keeps a-sighin' ev'y little w'ile;
Seems to me I heayhd him sorter groan,
Lord! his little han's am col' as stone!
W'at's dat far-off light dat's in his eyes?
Dat's a light dey's borrow'd f'om de skies;
Fol' his little han's across his breas',
Let de little pickaninny res'.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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Very Much Aware
When I became ill,
And was prepared to die...
I closed my eyes.
Took a breath and sighed.
And when I decided,
My life was done...
I felt 'something'!
And I heard 'someone'!
And 'She' teased and said,
'You may be ready for death...
But 'We've' got more for you instead!
You better get your ass up!
And out of that bed! '
Just like that...
I felt 'Her' smile in my head!
What in the world...?
I could not believe this at all!
I opened my eyes...
And saw lights dance upon the walls!
I began to feel such a change in me.
With a will to live...
And with incredible energy!
I got out of bed and began to exercise.
The doctors and nurses were all quite surprised!
Even I could not explain to them...
What had happened overnight!
I did not know how or where to begin!
Or what I could or could not say to them!
I 'know' there is a God.
And 'spirits' around unseen!
I am a witness to this.
This I did not dream!
And every second of each day...
I give thanks and stay in prayer!
I am here by the grace of God!
And what others believe...
I really do not care!
'Something' is so powerful!
And that 'something' is there!
That 'Something' is collectively called God...
And IT is very much aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sleeper
Sleep that half dead,
sleep the body not the head.
Sleep that bad said,
Poor owns that bed,
Dreams are found on that herd.
Sleep while awake,
Sleep that dead not closed eye fake.
Sleep that weak,
Tommorow u gona take.
Eat that sleep and enjoy its steak.
Sleep still stands,
None to overtake.
Sleep that height dare for cake.
Sleep that stress and have the bless,
Sleep to confess as she do to embrance,
Sleep for paid cash as he do to love false.
Sleep that sleep as no one sleep ever deep.
Sleep that better as no other sleeper.
Wear that sweater as did Brother Peter,
Sleep that firm to dream that greater,
Sleep not slopy arrise all the weaker.
poem by Abdallah Mpogole
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Never to be trapped In negative thoughts
Nothing was going right
Success not to be seen
Failure all around
The world looked like hell
Everybody, a devil
I was sad and depressed
Unable to sleep
I took a pill
Don’t remember
When the eyes closed?
I was going deep
In an unexplored black hole
The journey seemed endless
Didn’t know when it shall end?
I began to fear
Remembered god
Get me out of the mess
Then, I saw ray of light
Felt as if
The journey was come to its end
I heard a voice
Which woke me from my sleep?
Drenched in perspiration
I opened my eyes
Mother standing on my side
Her hands in my hair
Her eyes wet
Don’t worry, she said
Have faith in god and belief in your self
Everything will be all right
My fear gone
Full of hope
I got up from the bed
With greater determination
To work harder for my goal
Never to be trapped
In negative thoughts
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Taking Time
i tried to ask myself what are days for
they always equate it with walking and the nights
always with sleep. Some have taken the courage
to redefine the colors.
black need not be dark, and white need
not be waking,
sleep would be pink at times
and twilight blue.
i do most of the thinking at night
when everyone hides in the darkness of their sleep.
there are colors and sounds and scents.
and i begin to love the variations,
the aberrations have become adventures
and no one in the house knows
no one understands what is happening to my
eyelids, my mouth does not speak
and my eyes,
having seen much, have desired days
to be the place for the dead,
the white mausoleums, the scents of the flowers
for the weary.
i sleep and dream at noontime and
nobody is there anymore to
mind. I am alone and i have began to love
this moment.
my day is dark. my night is light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh Joy Oh Joy (from, Even Though There Are No Reasons)
Oh joy oh joy come here to me
With a morning coming in a song
And set my wings a little free
In rising freedom to cherish among
O love my love let me awake
Where the water is crystal clear
And find the breeze by the lake
With the time of sweetness’s air
Flowers give their blossoms sprung
And bouquets of colors to shade
In living green and seedlings young
Each garden of joy in summers made
Where love is freedom without haste
A living art that gives its pleasure
With every tincture of nature’s paste
In every unfolding we must treasure
Enjoy your freedom in summer's time
Of colors fulsome and youngish look
When growing is giving of its prime
Each day a garden like an open book
Where nothing remains in the same
Of joy to take from to give and bring
Every new morning in its fresh flame
Endlessly to admire and by joy to sing
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Dreams Of Love
I am not a lazy to wake late every morning at 10.
Not a bad boy to sleep in class again n again.
Not even a psycho, who never talks with anyone.
I do is, just dream whenever I have a free time.
You were there for me in my every worst day.
We were made for each-other, that's what you used to say.
Happy, happy, we both in our beautiful world.
Till for you, our relation became bore and old.
Fine, may be not as lovers we could be good friends.
I didn't want to leave but you told what ii has, has all end.
I don't study, go to play, to disco, to enjoy or any pub.
In my free time I just dream of my long gone love.
So I sleep n sleep cause, only in my dream I can be with you
Dream of Beautiful moments we spend which already had flew.
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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As The Night Draws In
The night drew in, the moon lowered hiding from the world
Passion consumed with the lust of love
A night of power and joy
Pleasure and relief
Sensitive music and scented candles to set a mood
New sheets soon to be dirtied and defiled as pleasure consumes the conscious mind
Lips met one time, then twice and then more often as the night moved on
Heat of lust becoming apparent as the sweat started to flow
The act of sex upon them now
Who will take the lead?
Who will dominate and who will follow?
They knew soon enough as one of them proceeded to get on all fours
But before the act began a kiss short on sweet from his lips to his
The pleasure began, intense it began to come
Stereotypes and worries replaced by pleasure and lust
They're conscious minds giving away control
Time drew on and pleasure intensified
A climax was near
One man's love for another
The others lust for the man
The act of love and lust was almost over
The Climax had been delivered and enjoyed by both men
Upon they're dirty sheets they lay
Exhausted but happy of their night of joy
In love now they sleep
Ready soon for their next night of lust.
poem by Daniel Laurence
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The Day Before I Went Away
I tried to tell you that on monday
The day before I went away
I was always there when you were coming down
I had to take some time
Take some time
You know Im needing you for so much pleasure
Im always wanting you to take me there
I need to be the one to tell you that youre on the right road
And how some time alone is only fair
You know Im renowned
And feel its a lonely time Ive had
But it never felt that bad
I tried to tell you that on monday
The day before I went away
I was always there when you were coming down
You never took the time
Took the time
I wish youd known me when I was much younger
As I closed my eyes upon the world
But now an open mind which seems much stronger
A perfect doubting of your every word
You know Im renowned
And feel its a lonely time Ive had
But it never felt that bad
I tried to tell you that on monday
The day before I went away
I was always there when you were coming down
You never took the time
Took the time
Cmon cmon
Cmon cmon
Cmon cmon
Cmon cmon
You know Im renowned
For the lonely time Ive had
But it never felt that bad
I tried to tell you that on monday
The day before I went away
I was always there when you were coming down
You never took the time
Took the time
I tried to tell you that on monday
The day before I went away
I was always there when you were coming down
You never took the time
Took the time
Never took the time
Never took the time
Never took the time
To stop me
I always wanted you to stop me
You never took the time
song performed by by Texas
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Hurry Before You Perish
Time is running out
Hurry before you perish
Smile and laugh
As much as you can
Love every near and dear
Enjoy life without any fear
Let the eyes see
Wonders of nature
The flowing rivers,
The rising seas,
High mountains,
And the green trees
Listen to the music of birds
Smell the
Fragrance of flowers
Play in the snow
Wander in the jungles
Nobody knows
When one has to leave
So don’t waste your time
Live life with pleasure
Enjoy it to the fullest
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Sleep
I woke up
From my wakeful sleep
To sleep again in my reverie.
As I peeped through the window
Staring wildly at the sky
I enjoyed the shining dots
Mystically enchanting
They were to me.
What a wonderful sleep I had
As my eyes took me to the travel
Across the universe.
Sitting quietly within the core of my being
I asked many things
of existence and non-existence.
And both left me baffled
As I got up fresh the next day
From my lazy chair.
Another day has gone
And today a new beginning
As I said that to myself
I slumped myself on the bed
And took me off to another state
Before another day begin
I hope I understand
The mystery of this
Wondrous sleep
A wakeful sleep
In another sleep.
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