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Thar’s Lookin’ At The Bri’ Side!

I went to bed at midnight

And woke at 5:00 AM

Happy, peaceful, prepped to seize the day,

“But its early” I thought

And so I hatched a plot

To sleep a few more hours anyway.

Now its just about 11:00

And I’m achy, sick, and bored

Wondering what the heck went wrong.

Now I’ll get dumped and buy a gun

And call up Brooks and Dunn

And maybe this day can be a country song!


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The Long Haul

I watch you smile

In your sleep.

What secrets do

Your dreams so keep?

Will the joyfulness

Your rest bestowed

Remain when you see

Your car’s been towed?

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And We All Know What Happens Next…

I’m sleepy, you’re sleepy.

We want to rest our heads

On pillows of fake feathers

On man-made plastic  beds,

To cover up our bodies

With decorative textile sheets,

To halt electric lumination

And slow down our heartbeats.

We want our minds to wander

In the land of peaceful dreams

Until we gently are awakened

By sunlight’s gentle beams.

And so we go through the motions

To finally go to sleep,

We close our eyes a moment

And then our phone goes beep…

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Being Tired/Me

It’s late and I’m tired.

Around my head animated ducks do dance.

I could go to bed

But realistically there’s really no chance.

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Confessions of… Someone Who Isn’t Me *wink*

It seems when I awake

With the rooster’s joyful call

Then I approach the day

Knowing I can conquer all

But when I awake

With the sound of my own snoring

I can leave the conquering to you.

I like my life more boring.

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Trouble Sleeping

I dreamt that I was sleeping
A dreamless sort of sleep.
Then my dream was invaded
By countless uncounted sheep.

I counted the invaders
And so fell asleep again.
This poem may be real or not,
But either way it’s zen.

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Then The Parents Awoke

As a kid, when I slept
And shut my eyes
After a long day of play
I did never surmise
That my play for the day
Would be my demise.

I remember the first
Of those nights of odd sort.
I slept on the floor, for
My sleep was cut short
When my bedding escaped
To the pillow fort.

I prepared to lay siege
To my fortified sheets.
I grabbed my nerf guns
And a few cans of beets.
I’ll have quite a mess
When my mission completes…

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