A Waking Day
The dew jewelled life
sparkles under the morning sun
at the beginning of a new day
as sleepy heads awaken
across the tundra of city life.
Mouths open wide in yawns
as alarm clocks ring the call
to awake from our dreamy hollows,
to rise for work or play
and greet the coming day.
poem by David Harris
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I Sat
I sat for a few moments
before my work began.
Sat and listened to
the morning as it began.
The little birds
and their cheery wake up call,
loud alarm clocks sounding,
car engines starting up,
every sleepy head yawning.
All getting up and out of bed,
and me,
I just sat there
listening to it all
at the beginning
of a brand new day.
17 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Waking
The waking sun sparkles
on the morning dew
as each plant and bush
shows off its jewellery.
Yawning mouths open
as sleepy eyes awake,
arms reach out to heaven
as morning stretches partake.
The world is waking up
for another day
hoping for a better one
than it was yesterday.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Morning Star
Little star you’re the last one
we see in the skies
as the morning starts to rise.
The last one to go to fall asleep
as the sun begins to wake.
Morning star as everything yawns a sleepy head
you smile before going off to your bed.
You are not the wishing star
whom everyone wishes upon
hoping their wishes will come true.
Morning star you’re the last one to go to sleep,
but the first one to greet us
as we wake in the morn
when a brand new day is born.
You’re the star we forget about,
but the first one we see each day.
You are always there
to greet us as we get out of bed.
30 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Dawn
Sitting at my desk in the half-light,
watching in the stillness
as the sky brightens for the coming day.
Everywhere there are mouths wide open
with their yawns as the sleep of night dissipates
at the coming of a fresh new dawn.
The resurgent of life begins again,
opening cupboards for boxed breakfasts there,
kettle on for the morning cuppa
as arms outstretch towards the heavens
to rid the occupant of the last dregs of sleep.
As I sit in wonderment,
a new day awakes outside my window;
petals unfurl to meet the sun.
The calling of birds getting ready
for their daily quest for food.
Slowly the world is waking
to start another day
near and far away.
Let us hope it will be better
than the day we left behind.
23 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Sleepy Eyes
Your sleepy eyes have a dreamy look,
suggesting you are far away,
thinking of some distant thoughts,
rekindled by a memory,
of a special place in the long ago,
when love lit up your life,
and planted special memories there.
Memories to call upon at sad times,
to brighten up your life,
prevent you from falling low
into some kind of depression.
So your sleepy eyes and dreamy look,
have somewhere to take you to,
a world away from the things,
that are troubling you.
poem by David Harris
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Eight Minutes To One
In the early hours the radio alarm
went off at eight minutes to one
despite me setting it earlier for six
and checking that it was on.
Now wide awake I rechecked the setting;
and I had definitely made no mistake.
I put it down to an electrical malfunction
and fell asleep until it was time to wake.
I didn’t think any more about the alarm
and continued with my normal day.
The alarm was already set for six o’clock
so I went to bed in the usual way.
At eight minutes to one the alarm went off
exactly the same time as the previous night.
Again I checked on my alarm settings
and again everything was set right.
This time I unplugged the whole radio unit
and recalibrated the time and alarm.
I was now happy that all would be okay
and fell asleep relaxed and calm.
The following night I went to bed as usual
and slept until eight minutes to one.
The cursed radio alarm went off again,
so this radio’s days were done.
The next day I bought an electrical travel clock
and tried out the alarm there and then.
It worked like a charm and I was very pleased,
so that night I went to bed at ten.
At eight minutes to one the alarm went off again
and I could hardly believe this to be true.
I was faced with a problem that had to be sorted,
and a mechanical clock should do.
I bought a large brass, twin belled wind up clock;
set the alarm and several times tried it out.
That night I retired expecting a good night’s sleep,
with no electrics to care about.
At eight minutes to one the alarm went off,
and I threw the clock against the wall.
I was now convinced something supernatural
was causing the earlier morning call.
Over the next few days I tried several clocks
and the alarms went off the same.
In the end I didn’t have a clock in the room,
and I never will again.
poem by Orlando Belo
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A Morning Call
The silken thread of a cobweb
catches the first drops of morning dew.
They hang like a string of jewels
to sparkle in the first rays of the sun.
The fragrance of an awaking rose
whose scent wafts through the morning air,
as its petals unfurl one by one
to greet the morning sun.
The chorus of the morning birds
whose sweet song of praise,
rejoice the waking of a brand new day,
then alight to fly the freeways of the sky.
The sleepy head tucked in bed
listen for the alarm clock’s wake up call,
but when it sounds, they want to remain
where they are, missing the wonder of it all.
poem by David Harris
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One mind awake can awaken another, The second awake can awaken their next door brother. Three awake can awaken the town By turning the whole place upside down. Many awake can make such a fuss That they finally awaken the rest of us.
quote by Helen Kromer
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Oh Calamity for M' lady Tara
I hear the sleepy twitterings
of small birds stirring at first light.
Insistently my alarm rings
and puts all chance of sleep to flight.
I rise and wash and shave and dress.
without a single conscious thought.
My mind rejecting wakefulness, .
A routine battle which is fought
each morning when I first arise
in the early hours of the dawn.
I knuckle my unseeing eyes
and curse the day that I was born.
The smell of coffee permeates
into my still somnolent brain
The rich aroma stimulates
and brings me back to life again.
I realise to my dismay
that I have made a grave mistake.
Today is not a working day
but sadly now I’m wide awake.
23-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sleepy Time Time
By jack bruce and janet godfrey
Im a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time, sleepy time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working aint right.
Chorus
I have my sunday, that aint no lie.
But on monday morning comes my favorite cry.
Chorus
song performed by by Cream
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Lie Awake
Let’s lie awake together
I’m not sleepy yet
Let’s play a few games
And give each other pet names.
Let’s lie awake together
It’s just us in this empty park
Hand me that sandwich
I’m getting hungry.
Let’s lie awake together
The grass is getting a little itchy
Hand me your jacket
I’ll keep you warm instead.
Let’s lie awake together
No, I saw that plane first
Oh wait it’s not a plane
Was that a shooting star?
Let’s lie awake together
Think of as many rhymes
Poetry is beautiful
But so are you.
Let’s lie awake together
What’s that light I see?
Oh no it’s the police
We need to run!
I know what I want to do
Let’s lie awake together
I’m sure tomorrow will be great
Seeing the sun rise next to you.
poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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Sleepy Time Time
By jack bruce and janet godfrey
Im a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time, sleepy time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working aint right.
Chorus
I have my sunday, that aint no lie.
But oh monday morning aint my favorite cry.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Two Sleepy People
Two sleepy people miles apart,
May be sleepy but close in heart.
Two so alike it's hard to believe.
Too much to do, too much to achieve.
Awake in hours of the night,
Unable to rest, too uptight.
Two sleepy people, one young, one old.
Maybe sleepy but both are bold.
Not afraid to tackle anything.
Not afraid to face what life may bring.
Awake and burning the hours away.
Two sleepy people are too far away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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When It's Sleepy Time Down South
Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Needn't tell me so because I know
It's sleepy time down south
Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there like a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It's sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing
They dance til the break of day, hey
Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time way down south
Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Take me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time down south
Sleepy time down south
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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The Hunter's Mind
Awake, awake!
Awake to the morning bowl from last night's food;
Like the fling of a stone that puts the stars into flight.
What has the hunter in the hand?
Awake to the games of the Sultans,
Where the morning glory do call for the hunter;
Awake, awake!
Awake to the facts of life;
Cos', the hunter's gun is ready for action.
Oh no! ! The hunter's eye has caught the Sultans turret,
Like the noose of light to awake nature's call;
Who can satisfy the Sultans?
Like a little pool, so is the hunter's mind;
The hunter's gun is ready for action.
The only man who makes no mistake is,
The man who never does anything;
Awake, awake!
The Sultans turret is in trouble;
Like the noose of light to awake nature's call.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Early Works - Silent City
The setting sun silhouettes
a pair of figures arm in arm
staring out at shimmering waves
from beach sandy bare
burdens of the real world
have disappeared behind
silence is golden
as is peace of mind.
Dark clouds like stretching fingers
move across the sky
lights of a million lives
switch on across the city
yawns from young sleepy heads
are caressed by a lullaby
the city is at peace now
silent in its sleep.
11-12 February 1980
poem by David Harris
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Dreamy River
There's a dreamy river flowing
Down the street from my house
I walk down there after work
But I paddle my way home
There's a dreamy river flowing
On every street corner in the world
And if that young moon is in the sky
She'll wink at you and let you pass by
There's a dreamy river flowing
From my refrigerator into my mouth
It only costs a few dollars
To keep those shelves stocked
There's a dreamy river flowing
From my mouth into my gut
There's a dreamy river flowing
From my wank into the street
There's a dreamy river flowing
In my mind as I lay to sleep
There's a dreamy river flowing
From a town I've never been to
Across this great country
And also from overseas
Sometimes from people's kitchens
Transversing time and space
I float down this river
Every night and day
There's a dreamy river flowing
From the hops and the malts and sugar
I call it my brother, I call it my wife
I call it my true friend
Let me float upon you dreamy river
And drown all these sorrows
That call to me from pasts I've severed
poem by Spencer Breau
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Life's Music
Play life's music sweetly, play life's music low
As demons once awaken come, in fast and low
Play life's music gently, let sleeping dragons lie
Play life's music slowly, be gentle on yourself
Life's music can be restful, life's music can be nice
Listen with an open heart and let sleeping monsters lie
poem by Margaret Roe
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When Its Sleepy Time Down South
Leon ren / otis ren / clarence muse
Homesick, tired, all alone in a big city
Why should eveybody pity me?
Nighttime falling, and Im yearning for virginia
Hospitality within ya calls me
Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Need not tell me so,
Because I know its sleepy time down south
Softs winds blowing thru the pinewood trees
Folks down there live a life of ease
When the twilight brings the evening breeze
Its sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river, a coming, a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing,
The folks are all singing
They dance till break of day
Dear old southland with its dreamy songs
Takes back there where I belong
Ill find heaven in my mothers arms
When its sleepy time down south
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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A monologue on 'nothing in particular
Well you know,
It always begins like this
'The day starts'
Half an hour early for me
Clocks set hour an hour early
The day begins
Well morning starts
With a break of sunlight
Flooding through the cracks
In the blinds
In summer it is always much earlier
Than the pre set time on the alarm clock
Which is primed to go off
Half an hour earlier
Inevitably
The light wakes me at sunrise
Which often occurs around five o'clock
Like some cruel trick
I am woken exactly an hour or is it half an hour
Before my alarm clock goes off, half an hour earlier?
Which is set to go off half an hour early
But that never happens in the summer
The lie in ends up a sleep over
In winter this is a different matter again
With no light
So there I am at five in the morning
exactly or, approximately the time
The sun is meant to set
[bar a second or to or maybe a minute
behind or ahead of prediction]
There I am WIDE AWAKE
No lie in
No chance of sleeping
Again
Exept at the WRONG TIME!
Then I recover
Five minutes behind schedule
pull the blind
make a cup of tea
giving myself exactly
thirty minutes
Before drinking it
to get ready for work
Flossing does not happen until
A much later time
There is a ten minute interval
For toast and tea
And tidying away
My watch is set five minutes ahead
Or maybe three minutes
I leave on time
In time for the bus that leaves
Two minutes early
The next one arrives ten minutes late
The driver
Has donated his brain to medical science
Thirty years prior to his death
Give or take a couple of hours or minutes
He slips into a slow coma behind the steering wheel
The world is in slow motion
Catatonia eclipses the traffic
I am now on time
To be late
despite all my carefully timed efforts
Now that was just the beginning of the morning
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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