How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
quote by Bram Stoker
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Sleep Oh Blessed Sleep
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
the place where I can dream,
of all that I do need
my energy to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
The place of future hope,
in places far away,
and love for me to keep
Sleep oh blessed sleep
Lull me with your content,
Keep me ever safe my
souls sanity to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
Let me emerge at morn,
With clearer thought and mind,
with no more need to weep
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Sleep oh Blessed Sleep
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
the place where I can dream,
of all that I do need
my energy to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
The place of future hope,
in places far away,
and love for me to keep
Sleep oh blessed sleep
Lull me with your content,
Keep me ever safe my
souls sanity to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
Let me emerge at morn,
With clearer thought and mind,
with no more need to weep
poem by Susan Alldred Lugton
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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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Blessed Be Your Name - Hillsong
Blessed be Your name,
In the land that is plentiful.
Where Your streams of abundance flow,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
When I'm found in the desert place.
When I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus)
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name.
Blessed be Your name,
When the sun's shining down on me.
When the world's all as it should be,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
On the road marked with suffering.
When there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus) x 2
You give and take away,
You give and take away.
My heart will choose to say,
Lord, blessed be Your name. x 2
(Chorus) x 2
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Sweet, Sweet Moon of Earthly Heaven
Oh, moon, moon in the nightly sky
how beautiful you are in the nightly sky
your charming glow of light lighting up the heavens
romantizing the stars twinkling in the nightly sky of twilight
your sweet appealing face which is the chocolate chip
in every warm chocolate chip cookie
that makes people cry and laugh and hug and smile
at every glimpse of heaven in your sweet angelic face
enriching every love poem and song
which makes me glad to be alive and enjoy life
for every warm feeling that comes
when adoring the nightly moon of sweet heaven.
I love you moon
poem by Brett Strotman
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Dreams
I have heard that dreams
are good things
when you’re lonely,
but dreams are not only
for the lonely.
Dreams brings meaning
from the depths of the mind
and express wishes, concerns
fears and worries
and sometimes
people meet face to face
with God in their dreams.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Broken Sleep
Broken sleep comes to me
sometimes when I think of thee.
The shadows of the night falls
eerily on my bedroom walls
as I hear your nightly sounds.
I listen an am content to hear
these sounds I've heard for so many a night.
My broken sleep is quite alright.
You do not know I lay awake
alert to all the sounds you make.
My one pointless wish is that I could be
where your dreams have gone.
And who knows? Maybe I'm there
for you may have taken me along.
But will you remember where?
I'll ask you in the morning dear
and see if you can let it appear?
And if you can't I will not weep
as long as I have my broken sleep
to hear your nightly sounds.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Wanted To Write A Poem For My Children
I WANTED TO WRITE A POEM FOR MY CHILDREN
I wanted to write a poem for my children
And tell them how much I love them
And care for them
And how much goodness and blessing
They have given me
And how grateful I am to them
And how much I love them
And how I worry for them
And pray to God
To help them have lives of goodness and blessing
I wanted to write a poem for my children
So that if and when I am not here
They will have the thought and memory of me
In such a way as to strengthen themselves
I want to help my children
In my death as in my life
I do not know if that is possible
I will hurt them by dying
I may hurt them worse by being sick for a long time
I pray to God
They will be alright without me
I pray to God
They will have families of their own
I pray to God they will have lives of goodness and blessing
And love their children and be blessed by them
As I have been loved and blessed by mine.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Alone
Blessings there are of cradle and of clan,
Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands;
But never blessing full of lives and lands,
Broad as the blessing of a lonely man.
Though that old king fell from his primal throne,
And ate among the cattle, yet this pride
Had found him in the deepest grass, and cried
An 'Ecce Homo' with the trumpets blown.
And no mad tyrant, with almighty ban,
Who in strong madness dreams himself divine,
But hears through fumes of flattery and of wine
The thunder of this blessing name him man.
Let all earth rot past saints' and seraphs' plea,
Yet shall a Voice cry through its last lost war,
'This is the world, this red wreck of a star,
That a man blessed beneath an alder-tree.'
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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Sweet Sleep
Sleep
Sweet Sleep
A haven
In our stressful world
Sleep
Sweet Sleep
Bringing dreams
And rest to the world
Sleep
Sweet Sleep
I love you
Sooo much
poem by Autumn Winds
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Ba-mid-dele(african poem translated in english about hunger)
Feed my struggle
Where I sleep tonight
Under a star-lit sky
Where my spirit crumbles
If dreams could fly
Love would carry all
Above the hardship
Beyond this wall
The earth, our mother
She'd never cast a side
My people torn with hunger
Or let our daughters die
Just know that I
-Home-
Am a well of wisdom
-Home-
I set fears a side
-Home-
My courage brings love
-Home-
We cry hope and wisdom
Sometimes it's not enough
I've prayed for rain
While I've wished for love
This wall has spirit
It keeps out cold
We huddle near it
Its wisdom's, old
Our unsung story
Shows the world our pain
I'd build life up
With the prayers that came
But prayers are answered
Far and few between
My pride and I
Are but one great team
It takes us places
Far beyond the smile
It fills us up
With a meal once while
We eat when morning
Brings us food, first light
The little we have
We share with plight
The pail is empty
My tears have dried
The days are simply
Hard to bare at times
Just know that I
-Home-
Am a well of wisdom
-Home-
I set fears a side
-Home-
My courage brings love
-Home-
poem by O.S. Brooks
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When You Wish Upon A Star
dreams come true (dreams come true)
dreams come true (oh oh, oh yeah)
dreams come true (na, na na, na na)
they do (they do)
when you (when you)...
When you wish upon a star, (a star,) makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you (it will come to you)
If your heart is in your dreams, (your dreams) no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do (ooh ooh).
(Oh, Fate is...is kind...)Fate is kind, she brings (she brings) to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing
(oh oh oh. like...) Like a boat out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dream comes true
When you wish upon a star, your dream comes true
dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
(and they don't stop) dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
(make a wish and) dreams come, (your dreams...) dreams come, (your dreams come...) dreams come true
song performed by by N Sync
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Sweet As the Rose Is
Sweet as the rose is
So should your summer be
A breeze with flickering kiss
For you and for me
Our dreams coming again true
And holding over its love
In everything that's new
Like a cloudless sky above
A day of morning's blessing
New in its daybreak
Without the gloomy stressing
That winter once did wake
Much sweet in greenery leaves
Hours of summer thought
Our longings for new believes
That kindness has taught
What into the stars has gone
With nightly skies in dream
And summer of worth has won
That nowhere sometimes seem
Oh garden of hope is blooming
In stress less ways complying
Each color in bleach resuming
And the morning of wish dyeing
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Restorative Sleep
bathe thy wounds
in dreams of life
and wake to strive
onward
for yet another day
for sleep
restores
psyche with visions
amazing insights
washing clean
souls excommunicated
by errant misdeeds
with ritual balm
blessed sleep
misfortune cleans
envy ambition hate
from an infinite reservoir
wells of inner strength
waiting
to be drawn
upon
if we
choose
to walk
to
the wells
of life
renewal
to draw
sanctified water
an inner self
a divine soul
heaven aspires
which raises repentance
as positive potential
while the tyrant dreams
thus committing no evil
sleep is the inquisitors
the touchstone of souls
which cannot
be suppressed
stirs indefinitely
therefore
recuperate
rest upon
insight gained
viewed within
from sire God
as a lesser miracle
communicated to
the great host held
captive nightly
by
restorative sleep
I bathe
my
wounds
in
dreams
of life
and
wake to
potential
drawing upon
wells of life
inner vision
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dangerous Pastime
Is it a blessing,
To have nine lives?
Is it a blessing,
To Know no lies?
Is it a blessing,
To seek the Truth?
Is it a blessing,
To lose one's youth?
Is it a blessing,
To think these thoughts,
As Death takes sips,
From our life draughts?
Is it a blessing,
To hold her hand,
As it slowly fades,
And turns to sand?
Is it a blessing,
To die with her,
Or live on still,
A lonely cur?
And do my thoughts,
Yet waste my time?
And do your thoughts,
Still coincide?
And shall we walk,
And wish to fly,
And ask the skies,
For just more time?
Shall we yet wait
Your hand in mine?
And listen still
For a reply?
Or shall we live,
Woman and man,
And spend our time,
The best we can?
Curiosity killed the cat,
But the cat has nine lives.
Eight left,
what's next,
A dangerous pet
And a dangerous pastime!
poem by William Blake Beckett
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Sweet Dreams Of You
(paul kennerley/john david)
Lonely tears roll down
As midnight comes around
But I can make it trough
In sweet dreams of you
In the shadow of the night
I still hold you tight
Did, it all comes true
In sweet dreams of you
In sweet dreams I see
The way thing you to be
When your love was thide
And your heart was true
In sweet dreams of you
Oh, I call out your made
And you come to me again
The way you used to do
In sweet dreams of you
In sweet dreams of you
In sweet dreams of you
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Epithalamium
Noble friend, dear comrade
companion in times of love and hate
you are here to part,
you have arrived and the occasion cannot wait.
Blow the trumpets and let the organ ring,
let the birds in the heavens sing
of the love God gave in your heart
let all things be praising.
High in the bluest sky
the sun rides by,
blessed bridegroom your day has come
let joyous banners fly,
while before God and man you stand
with a fortunate lady at your hand.
When the evening star rises steep,
let its light bring you to bed, but not to sleep
let melodies resound from an orchestral band
while your bride with joy weep.
Let your union be a blessing, that you will never roam,
that daily her enchantment will lead you home
and let she be near, as her heart is yours to keep,
where ever you wander under the sky’s dome.
Happy bridegroom the almighty God brings
all needed and timely things
love, adoration and passion
and great and good tidings.
Pour champagne from a frosted bottle and fill up
a shining and enchanted shared golden cup.
Now away from all noise and light
let this be a blessed charming night
where nothing disturb the two of you
and your stars shine high and bright.
Let your feelings be honourable and true,
that she can fall deeper in love with you
loving her tenderly and dearly
and may all blessings be yours as are due.
Do not fear any nightly harm,
while she lies at your charm
and let your sleep be safe and sound
as all is quiet without any alarm
while Godly angels guard with flaming sword,
prayers and every friendly good word
lies at your hearts, while you are bound
let serenity be yours to accord.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Never Sell My Dreams
never sell my dreams,
never sell my dreams,
increase my skills,
I know all about burning,
all about profit than loss,
never sell the beauty of my rights,
never loss the battle when blessed,
never loss the beauty of nature and time,
when touched,
when blessed,
let me increase,
let me see beauty,
that my grievance is ending,
that my heavenly King is blessing me,
Touch me in all my afflictions,
Let me know all that is right from wrong,
Let me perceive that you blessed me,
Let me perceve that you are the King,
All beauty came within me,
When you touched me in all my afflictions.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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