Sleeping Beauty I Am Not
“i was reading a lot then ”
“i think I hit a nerve
her mothering instinct? ”
“At 3: 07 am, man are you sleeping at all? ? ? ? ”
like a good friend would
she asked me
“man are you sleeping at all? ? ? ? ”
I replied as you do
“ not regularly not enough”
I think her reply
means she disapproved?
“ not regularly not enough”
red eyed coffee addicted caffeine stimulated
“who's my little parrot then lol ”
plea bargain
plead exceptional
extenuating circumstances
“these Arab revolutions
and kiwi earthquakes
have put me behind somewhat...
hoping to work on... later this month,
finish adding most or all of...
Either this month or next month? ”
The hot night had not
cooled somewhat...
the new fan was twisting
turning its head from side to side
as if stating defiantly no no no...
blowing up a mini gale
the old fan had recently
blown a motor with that...
same self righteous attitude
signing like an indignant snake
justifiably I hinted at time
restraint limitations pending deadlines
“i will sleep when I'm dead
kinda hoping 2 get a bit
done between then and now ”
hopefully a smile
a good night’s sleep
will soon be forthcoming?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Children
I really love my children very much
Sometimes I myself wonder how much
And I also do keep pondering over,
The why…s of loving them so much :)
I know a mother loving her progeny
Is very much a universal phenomenon
Innate and natural, this nurturance
It is not quite a mystery as such;
Yet it mesmerises me as much ;)
I cherish having them in my life
They are God’s unique gifts to me
A deep bonding I share with them
The relationship is a precious treasure
As much as for them, as for me…
It is an unfathomable and
Ubiquitous experience…
For me, as well as, for
All “have been” and all
‘mothers-to-be’
Wish it so happens
The world becomes
A better place for all
Parents and their children.
For mothering moms
And doting fathers
Striving to see their
Progenies, ever smiling :))))
Ever succeeding, in all their
Missions of Life.
Need this Earth to be
A happier place
For my children
And for the precious little ones
And the growing ones
Of mothers and fathers
Who always wish
That their offsprings
Survive, sustain and thrive
In a safe haven of paradise
Sans the perils they faced.
Wonder, if once and for all,
History won’t repeat itself?
Or if it does, may the good
Remembrances and Reminiscences
Be there always…
For our children on this earth.
And the bad memories causing hurt
And pain aplenty -
Be erased away from these
Torch-bearers of tomorrow
So that they rise and shine
Like the effervescent Sun
Of bright, glorious days.
And even if they have to set,
May they be –
Like the setting sun’s
Reddish warm glow
Touching the deepest core
Of our hearts and our minds
As we relax and rewind
In the refreshing sea-breeze
Healing us with the holistic views
Of that majestic Sun
Receding for the day
For its slumber in the
Drifting waves of the sea.
To rise up again Refreshed
And buoyant with its contagiously
Electrifying Energy, vigorously
Helping us live through…
Another day, another week,
Another month of another year
In the many decades of our lives,
For eons and eons together…
Of our past, present and future
Generations to come and go.
Indeed, children –
Be they yours or mine
Let us all render them
So divine.
That like the invincible Sun
They remain the ever-shining
Beacon of light
Illuminating this earth
With their burning passion for life,
Glowing with love, hope and
Boundless compassion for all…
To make everyone’s life on earth
Worthwhile and worthy of living.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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July....
July is the month where the families get the barbeque grills fired up.
July is the month where the night sky is light up with fire works.
July is the month where many families go out of town to be with family.
July is the month where many kids are dreary because it’s a month away for school.
July is the month where America gets to celebrate its independence from England.
July is the month where many people are dying of the heat of the summer.
July is my favorite month because it’s the time that I get to be myself around my family.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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One month Anniversary (1)
In months time
Time flew by
So fast, so quick
So many memories already
From first kiss in the Drive way
To First date at TGI's
To my first photo booth pictures
To Caving at Devils den
To already having many developed pictures
To being with a great person for one months time
Memories fly, but time is cherished
Having these memories with you means everything
Knowing you're there to tell me Morning
Knowing you're there to tell me Night
Everything we do makes me smile
And makes me realize everythings worthwhile
So here's to a month
A month so great
A month with no debate
A month with no regrets
I'm hope you've enjoyed it as much as i have
I hope for another month and more
Happy One month anniversary
poem by Tanner Gallman
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Lover reunited beneath the sea bay of seashore
Lover reunited beneath the sea bay of seashore
Failing of purposed of love shall there be
Shall be a victims when lovers has lost be apart, a mourning of love, Love shall never dies
If so the death come feelings shall not dies too, Touché when the lips kiss in-depth of heart of silent
Kisses a wordless a pound the voiceless lover sit of falling asleep under the stars of the night blue sea of ocean beneath the foot of two lover reunited stand
A slash of tears as it mourning of crying soul of his she cries he heard and felt it too beneath his soul they both knew they very much in love. Hearing the waves which calms the soul
Tours de force performance amore acted of love which standing still, A touchingly beneath two lovers like the sea of ocean which apart a kisses eager beneath the sandpit of the bay sea of shore of night blue sea waves
BY: PUTRI MISNIA SHARY BAHRI
Done in late 21st of September breezes 9: 30am fallen in late morning of the day expressing love like shapkspear in love a tale in a modern way u shall try to understanding in words of refinancing which I try Put it in
poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri
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We were as Adam and Eve
We were as Adam and Eve within a Paradise of our own euphoric state,
Fated to share the night together adorned in the feathers of ecstasy,
What joy it is that springs from the smile you hold so well.
What fantasy fulfilled is this to know the freedom of our souls.
What a tale this would make to tell the children gathered by the fire
Both maddened by the surge, we sunk into the comfort of our sanctuaries,
To find myself so close to you was comfort in itself yet the kiss of
Cushioned fabric against my skin was enough to break the tides of bliss
And allow them to mellow in the bay of my asylum.
As I found myself strumming to awaken angels you settled upon the drift
Of the music’s tone, bearing witness to the projection of my soul upon the
Airwaves, I know you understood at that moment everything that flowed
From within my soul. These words I sang for you:
Love comes easy
It doesn’t come free
It’s always something
You don’t want it to be
I love you I guess you don’t love me
I love you I guess you won’t or you can’t love me now,
Oh how I love you now.
The princess she won’t speak to you
She’s said all that she has to say
No matter how far you travelled
No matter how long you intended to stay.
Bless the day
Bless the day of her creation
Know that you can dress my dreams
Bless the day
Bless the day of all creation
Know that you can make it real.
No, nobody knows the way I feel
But you can make it real.
No, nobody knows the way I feel
But you can make it real.
Win me Love, a love is won
Sing a song beneath a dying sun
Don’t tell me that I’m the only one
Who’d sell my soul to be forever young.
Bring me Love upon your wings
Inspire in me the songs I should be singing.
Love me now
Don’t ask me how.
poem by David Lacey
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Fasting
Fasting will enable you to color yourself
With the color of God
It is a wonderful way to go to paradise
During fasting
We do not eat, drink and enjoy sex
We do not sleep and drowse
We do not tell lies
And refrain from talking too much
Because these are some of God’s qualities
During the month of Ramadan
We perform more Salat
Than any other month
Because Salat is the best worship
And it safeguards us
From doing evil things
During the month of Ramadan
We give alms and charity
To the needy ones more than ever
Because God is the Kind and Giver
During the month of Ramadan
War is forbidden for the Muslims
Because God loves peace
In the month of Ramadan
The prestigious night exists
So that we can satisfy God
And become successful
poem by Asif Andalib
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Relax the night
At bed
Your's...
Sleeping
Time...
You read...
Some book's...
Every budy
Good reading spot
Is bed...
Bed is not
Good reading spot...
Reading spot is not bed...
But...
At your's
Bed read some book's...
At your's sleeping time
With quick sleep...
Read the book's
At bed...
With out sex...
With out crime...
With out serieas...
Just joke book's
Read with your's sleep
And relax the nighrt...
Good night...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Bedtime Song
Who would you could find:
Maybe a month to monitor closely
your every sleepless night,
bring it down shutters and you do not mind
shining light in the dark.
Or sunlight at dawn to
only illuminate your sleeping room.
Turn and continue to sleep.
When you wake up, you see the light at the screen.
A small message that you are eagerly awaiting.
You did not come to understand:
And she has found that.
You read: SONG FOR GOOD NIGHT.
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Sleep sleep sleep
sleep every time
sot good...
some budy
travel timesleep...
some budy
working time sleep...
some budy
Loving time sleep...
some budy
reading timesleep...
some budy
catting timesleep...
some budy
marrage time sleep...
some budy
sleep any wear any time...
sleeping is
importent for life
any time sleeping
not good...
sleep with your bed
time with sound sleep...
with relax...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Deadlines
enjoy your sleep
while I work on
into the night
long into the night hours
as you lay sleeping
I must work on and on...
so much to do
I must be strong
no time to lose...
this is the requisite price
of so much in life
deadlines that must be met
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Note
Sometimes
When a woman
Is justifiably angry
And refuses to see
A man’s face,
The man will plead
With a friend of hers
To intercede for him,
To understand this is
The last extremity of need.
I would buy
Roses every day for a month
For her best friend
To merely bring her
A note that reads,
“I’m sorry.”
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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August....
August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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While You Were Sleeping
Last Night while you were sleeping,
Did you know that I was wide awake,
On my side, at your side
Waiting for morning to break.
I watched as you slept,
As the dreams enter in your soul
Then through my eyes, I realized
That truly, I love you so.
Last night, while you were sleeping.
Last Night while you were asleep
Did you know too, that I was there
On your bed, also laid my head
Along with my soul and prayer.
Lying quietly at your side
As I have done the nights before
To be with you, my love so true
Could any man ask for any more.
Last Night while you were asleep.
Last night while you slept,
As waiting for morning to come,
While at your side, I laid that night
While dreading the coming of the sun.
As always with you I was there
Even when morning began to arise
But then again it came, as so did the pain
As I said goodbye to another night.
Last night while you slept.
Last night while you did sleep
You never knew that you weren't alone,
As when you awoke not one word did I spoke
As on the couch I slept from which I never roamed.
Upon my side there I solemnly laid
Being so still, and quite as a mouse
Not to make a sound that might give my secret away,
I wandered; did you too feel lonely in this house.
Last night while you had slept.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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My Side Of Town
(wade hayes/chick rains)
Well I heard it through the grapevine
I guess it must be true
I heard that crowd youre running with
Has changed your attitude
Its been a month of sundays
Since youve been around
But you always had a good time
On my side of town
I knew that you were born to
The finer things in life
Caviar and foreign cars and bright big city lights
Now youre out there dancin
In a fancy evening gown
But you always had a good time
On my side of town
Dont forget the one who really loves you
When the glamour starts to let you down
And Ill be right there waitin
til you come back around
cause you always had a good time
On my side of town
I still dream about you
Every time the music starts
I still hold you close to me
Even though were far apart
If I ever cross your mind
You know where Im bound
cause you always had a good time
On my side of town
Dont forget the one who really loves you
When the glamour starts to let you down
Ill be right here waitin
till you come back around
cause you always had a good time
On my side of town
You always had a good time
On my side of town
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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The month of June
In the month of June
I composed a melodic tune
Ahead of time before the clocks struck noon
Later at night I waited to sing it out in full moon
June is the smell of sweet fresh roses
A beautiful rosy sixth month it exposes
And with the sweetness of each day
The sky clouds smile brightful and gay
Good Afternoon, My little summer butterflies
In June we can play where yellow meadows lie
We can observe little rivers flow into lagoons
And the mellifluent wildlife retreat into cocoons
And if love where to blossom it will do so quite soon
Because there is something about the month of June
As the longest daylight hours a year balloon
All marriage hopes are not left marooned
June is a beautiful month to sing
And listen to loud wedding bells ring
In this long awaited summer month
The mood of happiness is all June fronts
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A Dream For Us
Astley/roberts
Lately Ive been sleeping
Far too long in bed
Ive been dreaming of you lover
Oh the things inside my head
I dont want to wake up
Im scared to break the spell
Oh Im sleeping like a baby
I hope you sleep so well
You know Im hoping, hoping
(bridge)
I know theres a dream for us
I know theres a dream for us
I know theres a dream for us,
Been on our minds
I know theres a dream for us
I know theres a dream for us
I know theres a dream for us,
Were gonna find
(chorus)
I know theres a dream for us
I believe its true
In a word, love you
And Im hoping our dream comes true
You know Im hoping, hoping
Miracles and moonbeams, wishes on a star
These are things I dream of, I know it sounds bizarre
I see familiar faces, or is it dj vu
The one recurring vision
Is a dream I have of you
You know Im hoping, hoping
(repeat bridge)
Come on now baby
(repeat chorus)
When you find someone you find someone you love
You know you cant believe it
When you find someone you know you cant deceive it
Your love takes you high
I know theres a dream for us
Im sure theres a dreams for us
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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Just Another Night
(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Oh no, the fuzz, all in a line
My oh my, I think Im gonna die
And its just another night
Its just another night
Got a long black face; who goes there?
All the reefer madnessput a poor kid in jail
And its just another night
Yeah, its just another night
Oh take it easy boy or its doa
Chrome on my body and a lot of folks say
That its just another night
Hey, its just another night
Oh, its just another night on the other side of life
Head ones a saw-bones and he wrecked my chair
Said howd you like to do it in a room downstairs
And its just another night
Oh, just another night
Hey now, papa joe, dont you pull my hair
All this intrigue, it gets me out of my league
And its just another night
Its just another night
His old man spent a fortune just to get him in
But baby boy growed up just as stupid as him
And its just another night
Its just another night
Its just another night on the other side of life
Just another night, hung down slow
I dont like the hotel let me go
Hells bells! give me a chance!
This rock n roller dont wanna dance
Just another night
Just another night
Well, its just another night on the other side of life
I never felt so bad; wheres my shades?
Its gonna be a long one getting crazed
A head spoutin noodles said, what do you plead?
I said you aint got to touch a man to make a man bleed
n its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night!
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The Best Times
Evening is the best time of day
Friday is the best day of week
The night of Kawdor
Is the best night of year
And Ramadan is the best month
During these times
God’s mood remains good
That’s why
We should pray more
In the evening
On Friday
On the night of Kawdor
And in the month of Ramadan
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Hawk Moth
Last night, when it was too hot to sleep,
In to my lit bedroom, a Hawk Moth did creep.
He flew round and round and round my light.
I switched off the light, so he was out of sight.
I was hoping that he might settle down,
But, the room, he continued flying around.
He was certainly a very active mini beast:
From darting around, he never ceased.
I heard him bumping into the lightshade,
And the rapid fluttering noise he made.
In the same room as him, I couldn't stay,
So, downstairs, to the sofa, I went to lay.
I slept very fitfully - on and off.
All this was caused by that very annoying moth.
At 5.30am, when it was broad daylight,
I went back upstairs and of him, there was no sight.
I had a really good look around the room,
Hoping that around me, he wouldn't zoom,
But, chances are, he's now sleeping tight,
Ready to come back out again tonight.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Twenty-Fifth Year of His Life
He goes regularly to the taverna
where they'd met the previous month.
He made inquiries, but they weren't able to tell him
anything.
From what they said, he gathered the person he'd met
was someone completely unknown,
one of the many unknown and shady young types
who dropped in there.
But he still goes to the taverna regularly, at night,
and sits there gazing toward the doorway,
gazing toward the doorway until he's worn out.
Maybe he'll walk in. Tonight maybe he'll turn up.
He does this for nearly three weeks.
His mind's sick with longing.
The kisses are there on his mouth.
His flesh, all of it, suffers from endless desire,
the feel of that other body is on his,
he wants to be joined with it again.
Of course he tries not to give himself away.
But sometimes he almost doesn't care.
Besides, he knows what he's exposing himself to,
he's come to accept it: quite possibly this life of his
will land him in a devastating scandal.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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