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Sleepless

Its 5a.m and im up again
Sleepless nights they always win.
I lay down in the silence and darkness
Hoping for a sleep of bliss
I have tried it all,
From warm milk, pills to a stress ball.
Nothing seems to help alleviate
Not even alittle time to meditate
This is my curse from now till the end
For sheep to count its time to send.
Tossing and turning,
While my mind is still churning
Its hot no its cold
This feeling is really getting old.
Well now i feel i can slumber,
But screw counting sheep i forget the number.

poem by Taylor Knapczyk
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Sleep

I close my eyes and I try to sleep
But I cannot, so I begin to weep
As I am so tired and so very weak
Rest and solitude is all that I seek,
I wish to close my eyes and find that peace
That moment of time when worries will cease
But when I close my eyes I am still awake
Sleep for me, it did forsake,
I need so dearly to enter into a dream
But I cannot, so at the walls I do scream
I am so weary and so very tired
My sleep and rest are both desired,
Tossing and turning still upon my bed
As fatigue and worries still enters my head
Upon my bed I wish I was peacefully lying
Instead of tossing and turning and sadly crying,
Again and again I try my best to find that sleep
I take pills and I even try to count sheep
But every time I dose off my quest it fails
Another bit of madness and more pills then entails,
My thoughts now no longer speak to my brain
I have no energy I feel the slow drain
I remember the words that my friends have said
That I will find that sleep, when I am dead.

poem by Randy McClave
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SleepLess Nights

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Laying awake staring
At the celing

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

When will dreams come?

poem by Autumn Winds
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I'm Not Losing Sleep

Yes, I've read the morning papers
Telling me that you've made money
Do you think I'm gonna crawl, then think again
Though I'm dressed in rags, I'm richer
Though I eat from tins, I'm healthier
Though I live in slums, I'm purer than you, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Look around and see the friends
The ones you left, our friends deserted
See the guys that used to talk and drink with you
Don't look down your nose at me
'Cause I won't ask your sympathy
I won't be your yes-sir man for anything
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I would walk with you
Talk with you, drink with you
If you drop that halo that you're wearing on the ground
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I can't get my satisfaction
Knowing you won't get reaction
What makes me the big attraction anyway
It's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Oh, it's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sheep

Sometimes I get so angry with the simple life they lead
The shepherds smile seems to confirm my fears
Theyve never questioned anything, theyve never disagreed
Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
Its sheep were up against
Sheep were up against
When I was young they used to get me counting sheep
But the counting I did was all in vain
No when Im tired and Im trying to get to sleep
I count humans jumping onto trains
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
Its sheep were up against
Sheep were up against
[influential guitar break]
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
Its sheep were up against
Sheep were up against

song performed by by Housemartins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Im Not Loosing Sleep

Yes, Ive read the morning papers
Telling me that youve made money
Do you think Im gonna crawl, then think again
Though Im dressed in rags, Im richer
Though I eat from tins, Im healthier
Though I live in slums, Im purer than you, my friend
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
Look around and see the friends
The ones you left, our friends deserted
See the guys that used to talk and drink with you
Dont look down your nose at me
cause I wont ask your sympathy
I wont be your yes-sir man for anything
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
I would walk with you
Talk with you, drink with you
If you drop that halo that youre wearing on the ground
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
I cant get my satisfaction
Knowing you wont get reaction
What makes me the big attraction anyway
Its too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
Oh, its too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Insomnia

Reading magazines and counting sheep to pass the time away
Hoping that tomorrows gonna bring a smile home again
Images of palm trees swaying in the wind on south beach
Takes me back to better days, summer days the everglades in june
My brain, my poor brain
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia
Flying high in golden skies, Im flicking channels in my mind
Finding my utopia a different chapter in a book
Thinking back to younger days as I escape in coopers break
It takes me back to 84 the futures knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia
Turning off a switch inside me, leaving all the stress behind me
Flying over streams and houses, passing over the wye valley
It takes me back to 84 the futures knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia.

song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Counting Sheep

I shall not count the sheep by night
I shall not see them leap
The countless hours I do not sleep
mean nothing to the sheep

Someone else shall count them
Perhaps it will be you
I would like to think that so
Then I'd know you too

are losing sleep like me
and have me on your mind
And as the night turns into day
you'll leave the sheep behind

poem by Edwina Reizer
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We Dont Talk Anymore

Used to think that life was sweet,
Used to think we were so complete,
I cant believe youd throw it away.
Used to feel we had it made,
Used to feel we could sail away,
Can you imagine how I feel today,
Well it seems a long time ago you were the lonely one,
Now it comes to letting go you are the only one,
Do you know what youve done.
Its so funny how we dont talk anymore,
Its so funny why we dont talk anymore,
But I aint losing sleep and I aint counting sheep,
Its so funny how we dont talk anymore.
Well it really doesnt matter to me,
I guess your leaving was meant to be,
Its down to you now you wanna be free,
Well I hope you know which way to go youre on your own again,
And dont come crying to me when youre the lonely one,
Remember what youve done.
Its so funny how we dont talk anymore,
Its so funny why we dont talk anymore,
But I aint losing sleep and I aint counting sheep,
Its so funny how we dont talk anymore.
But I aint losing sleep and I aint counting sheep,
Its so funny how we dont talk anymore.
But I aint losing sleep and I aint counting sheep,
Its so funny how we dont talk anymore.

song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Plight.

Bear with me as I tell of my plight,
I am just an old man that cannot sleep at night.
I have counted millions of sheep in my time,
Even written verses that usually rhyme.
Full moon nights are really the worse
For then I am compelled to write more verse.
Sleeping tablets I have take by the score,
These make things worse and cause me to snore.
I have had hot baths before going to bed,
These make my skin wrinkly and red.
Cold showers I have tried to make me sleep,
But I only end up counting more sheep.
They say as one gets older one does not need so much sleep.
When I hear this psuedo wisdom I just want to weep.
When I was young eight hours sleep was just right.
It saw me through a long restful night.
If just for once I could sleep through the night,
I would not ask you to bear with my plight.

poem by Bernard Shaw
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Religious Nature

Why do you sleep when time has finished,
And cheese is a food for the sheep to make,
For the cheese asyouknow can bind you;
For cheese is recommended more than milk
And milk is what religion transmitted and given,
To forget and forgive the children say milk will be given,
As religion will thrive as regions of life can gain heaven.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Mr. Sheep

Golly, mister, where you going? you'll be late for work careful or you'll drop your briefcase jesus, what a jerk there he goes down to the subway off to catch the train too bad for him he forgot
Umbrella poor mr. sheep you're wet mr. sheep walk on, mr. sheep walk on tell me, how's your little family? how's your little wife? are you going to live with these monsters for the rest of your
Maybe you got a little girlfriend stashed somewhere in town may be you ain't got a little girlfriend ha ha ha ha ha poor mr. sheep he's a lonely guy too walk on mr. sheep walk on dance, mister!
He's doin' ok oh, oh oh, he's all right let him get up by himself now i don't want to be too rough and i don't want to be too mean you're right - this world is awful tough i know exactly what y
An but i want you to know exactly how i feel and to tell you the truth right now i feel like going i feel like going baa baa mr. sheep careful, you're walking all over your own self now walk on,
Sheep walk on, mr. sheep walk
On, mr. sheep walk on

song performed by by Randy Newman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleepless Nights

Through these sleepless nights
i cry for you
And wonder who
is kissing you
Oh these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Somehow through the days
I don't give in
I hide my tears
That wait within
Oh but then through sleepless nights
I cry again
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
My love, please end these sleepless nights for me

song performed by by Norah Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Do The Sheep

Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Oh no.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

Go to sleep.
Count the sheep.
Maybe your snoring will keep others,
From pretending they are dead.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Thi s-I-know.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

You might as well pack up your ears with cotton.
The things I've said to you they are forgotton.
You've got me feeling like I'm rotten.
And...

Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
No- you-don't.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
You might as well pack up your ears with cotton.
The things I've said to you they are forgotton.
You've got me feeling like I'm rotten.
And...

Go to sleep.
Count-those-sheep.
Maybe your snoring will keep others,
From pretending they are dead.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Thi s-I-know.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Kee p-the-snorin'-low.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-ba h.
Nice and slow.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
And count the sheep.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Go-to- sleep.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
And do the sheep!
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Bah-bah-bah!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Shepherd's Dream

A silly shepherd lately sat
Among a flock of sheep;
Where musing long on this and that,
At last he fell asleep.
And in the slumber as he lay,
He gave a piteous groan;
He thought his sheep were run away,
And he was left alone.
He whoop'd, he whistled, and he call'd,
But not a sheep came near him;
Which made the shepherd sore appall'd
To see that none would hear him.
But as the swain amazèd stood,
In this most solemn vein,
Came Phyllida forth of the wood,
And stood before the swain.
Whom when the shepherd did behold
He straight began to weep,
And at the heart he grew a-cold,
To think upon his sheep.
For well he knew, where came the queen,
The shepherd durst not stay:
And where that he durst not be seen,
The sheep must needs away.
To ask her if she saw his flock,
Might happen patience move,
And have an answer with a mock,
That such demanders prove.
Yet for because he saw her come
Alone out of the wood,
He thought he would not stand as dumb,
When speech might do him good;
And therefore falling on his knees,
To ask but for his sheep,
He did awake, and so did leese
The honour of his sleep.

poem by Nicholas Breton
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Just Cant Go To Sleep

Every night I just cant go sleep
Every night I have to count sheep
Every night I just cant go sleep, uh huh
Without you, without you
I just cant go to sleep
Every night I feel so lonely
Longing for you, one and only
Every night I just cant go sleep, uh huh
Without you, without you
I just cant go to sleep
(no, no, no, no, no)
Yeah, I just cant go to sleep, now
(no, no, no, no, no)
Yeah, I just cant go to sleep
(no, no, no, no, no)
Yeah, without you, without you
I just cant go to sleep
To sleep
Every day you look my way,
And I want to hold you
But when nighttime comes
Youre not around for me to love
Every night I just cant go sleep
Every night I have to count sheep
Every night I just cant go sleep, uh huh
Without you, without you
I just cant go to sleep
(no, no, no, no, no)
Yeah, I just cant go to sleep, now
(no, no, no, no, no)
Oh, I just cant go to sleep
(no, no, no, no, no)

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleep

A weary tide breaks through the realm,
and suspends the mind in recurrent fate,
distract the conscious state of living being,
to form the rejuvenation slumber create.

In sudden twitch the hallucination finds,
light pierce into darker shadows of the mind,
and sleep conserve the energy which defines,
the sensory strength activity suspend.

In awareness of memorable dreams made,
time elapse into spheres of hypnotize power,
Counting prismatic stars into infinity fade,
Spinning tricks on icy clouds of fire.

With feelings without fear, we go anywhere,
on a journey through the mind; sleeping fine,
illusions dropp down into similar nightmare,
and the powers we possess takes us out in time.

To forget the furious under delirious breathe,
silence draw the slain day into another night,
right where sleep can walk with death and myth,
and elude the illusive fear to merge into light.

From the hour we awake with eyes deeper in debt,
the water stilled in tears wash dreams from sleep,
and count the hours we go back to the reposeful gift,
until the counting down stoop in silence to weep.

poem by Gerry Legister
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Grieving Of Sheep

In the nearby paddock the combined bleatings of sheep
Keep preventing me of nodding off to sleep
And all through the dark night i lay on my bed
With their constant noising echoing in my head.

The farmer he sold off their lambs yesterday
For his lack of compassion in lack of sleep i must pay
Even far from the City all not peaceful and quiet
Their bleatings so loud in the calm of the night.

If i lost a loved one i would feel the same
And for my loss of sleep them i never would blame
But the farmer who owns them for them has no tears
He has been selling fat lambs for decades of years.

Though they keep me from sleep for them i do feel
For sheep too have feelings and their feelings are real
Like us they feel sorrow and like us they feel stress
And i do feel for them in their unhappiness.

Out in the dark paddock such noise they do make
Their constant loud bleatings keep me wide awake
And all through the night their sorrow is deep
And i cannot sleep due to grieving of sheep.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Notions Abound

So swift the evening’s descended,
Grey skies turn to black.
Once more the long day has ended,
My head hit’s the sack
Waves of fatigue overwhelm me,
Eyelids close and stay,
Calmness is making me drowsy,
Soft thoughts start to play.

But sleep’s far off in the distance,
Dreams are not to be.
Night gives no kind of assistance,
Slumber seems to flee.
The brain is over attentive,
Thoughts spinning around.
My mind is now so inventive,
That notions abound.

Some more early nights are needed,
For I’m overtired.
It’s something I should have heeded,
Late hours have backfired.
There’s too much burning of candles,
At both ends it seems.
Ones life, one badly mishandles,
Heading to extremes.

Oh, for a rest from counting sheep.
Oh, for perfect bliss.
Oh, for such a slumberous deep,
Who’d not wish for this.
An answer to ones constant prayers.
Would be so divine.
To do away with all nightmares,
Knowing sleep is mine.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Shattered, Without Sleep

When you feel shattered, without sleep,
the time left for recuperating
depends if company you keep
keeps you awake while you are mating,
for if while mating you are wide
awake, forbidding sleep to shatter
love-making, being bleary-eyed
when you are not is no great matter.

When you feel shattered, without sleep
because your dreams kept you awake,
perhaps change the company you keep,
for it may be your big mistake,
not waking you before you dream,
to make sure that your sleep is deep
once you’ve regained your self-esteem,
not wasting time by counting sheep.

6/2/08

poem by Gershon Hepner
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The singing in god's acre

Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies,
Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies.
Their radiant wings are folded, and their eyes are bended low,
As they sing among the beds whereon the flowers delight to grow,--

"Sleep, oh, sleep!
The Shepherd guardeth His sheep.
Fast speedeth the night away,
Soon cometh the glorious day;
Sleep, weary ones, while ye may,
Sleep, oh, sleep!"

The flowers within God's Acre see that fair and wondrous sight,
And hear the angels singing to the sleepers through the night;
And, lo! throughout the hours of day those gentle flowers prolong
The music of the angels in that tender slumber-song,--

"Sleep, oh, sleep!
The Shepherd loveth His sheep.
He that guardeth His flock the best
Hath folded them to His loving breast;
So sleep ye now, and take your rest,--
Sleep, oh, sleep!"

From angel and from flower the years have learned that soothing song,
And with its heavenly music speed the days and nights along;
So through all time, whose flight the Shepherd's vigils glorify,
God's Acre slumbereth in the grace of that sweet lullaby,--

"Sleep, oh, sleep!
The Shepherd loveth His sheep.
Fast speedeth the night away,
Soon cometh the glorious day;
Sleep, weary ones, while ye may,--
Sleep, oh, sleep!"

poem by Eugene Field
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