Jerry was snoring
In bed in New Hamphire.
“Zzz” was the sound from his head.
Gerald was snoring
In the Hampshire of olde,
And onlookers heard “Zedzedzed.”
Tag Archives: Sleep
When Your Circadian Rhythm Plays Jazz
As we wander, wounded,
Through the world of time and space
We can lie horizontally
With a pillow in our face
And reset the weary burdens
We have gained throughout the day,
Except whenever I try to do so
My brain wakes up to play…
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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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Night and Day
Twice as many nightingales
Prefer to live diurnally
For which the dayingales will be
Cruelly mocked eternally.
They’ll never fly beneath the moon
And play a daring game
Of dodging harsh nocturnal cats.
They’ll never be Florence’s last name.
But beyond the disadvantages
Of living in the light
They don’t have to get up early
And they still get worms alright.
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The Daily Travesty 