Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Close your eyes
count backwards from fifty
Asleep you shall fall
Surely, but swiftly

If that doesn't work
It's okay, don't despair
Count imaginary sheep
As they leap through the air

You need to catch some z's
Your body is tired
Ignore the mere fact
That your mind is so wired

Oxygenate your cells
Don't worry, just breathe
Feeling relaxed yet?
Soon you'll drift to the land of dream

What's that? You're still up?
Perhaps you're just parched
Grab a quick glass of water
Then back to bed you shall march

As long as you're up
Might as well make a snack
Digestion should wear you
As the food makes way through your tract

You've wasted enough time
Now back to your slumber
Collapse onto the mattress
Slide under the covers

Each day you face your demons
Though at times it feels you're not winning
Inhale, exhale slowly
Now let's start again from the beginning
  Mar 2016 Musfiq us shaleheen
CharlesC
It is a cluster
those thoughts
feelings and perceptions
which seem to define
the individual I
my separate self..
After our birth
the mind steps forth
applying ****** form
to the cluster..
A cluster in separation
comes with the
unease and longing
which we all suffer..
Prompting a search
as two-edged sword:
the search reaches
for objects
and is unsatisfied
again and again..
Until in futility
a morning dawns
with the knowing
I am already
more than the cluster
and amazingly
the cluster is
made of That
which I am...
I spoke first to her
there wasn't any conversation
there wasn't any blurr
understanding
and all that thing

peaceful, easeful
never worrying

I realized
was this wise
to give response
to her advice…?

my man and all
stayed standing tall
watching us one day to fall
a greatest mistake
since we weren't rollin' the ball

he kicked his head to our wall
he was waiting till I'll fall

surprisingly I grew tall
not the ball nor the wall
but I and my all

I loved him to the brim
I still love him easiest as gym
I still do keep loving him
since he has learned me to swim

when I spoke to him
it was war or peace
still I filled my tea cup with such ease
patiently to the brim
I must admit caring for him
I still do, I love it but feel great pity

leaving her
was my greatest woe
my life in tears
from head to toe
she kept calling and writing to me
her beautiful poetry

I had greatest silence
during our absence
only my soliloquy
I realized I had fallen in love
with her
poetry

if you have read her
you would agree with me

her poetry is her everything
but she became my only thing

she said latest days
poetry is my everything
none understands except thee
(Oh, how flattered I was !! In seventh heaven)

Then she continued:
but my love for thee
is above all things
beyond eternity
and above my poetry

(Am crying of happiness)
now at last I must confess
she is my most
beautiful princess 
I ever possessed 
My Poetess....

© Sylvia Frances Chan
she exists really, my life seems more complete with her poetry, greatest is her Passion, as she oft says, but above all, her proper life and I stand tall, those words were all she said and all.
Influenced by the Moon,
You push me offshore,
You swap to a different mood,
You applause for a last encore.
I comply, I am your slave,
To you, forever I am tied,
'Cause I am a loving wave,
Prisoner of your tide.
Ever look back at your poetry and see

That your future was already forseen

Predicted by your inner honesty

Laid down in lines long before the actuality


*Hope can be a beautiful yet natural fallacy
If only acceptance came at the same time as knowing...Hope is quite something
i

This is for thou both miss Vicki, and miss Beth Stclair, true poet's
Miss Beth StClair, thy sonnet style, brings back the old smile I see;
Miss Vicki, writing of love so quickly, so beautifully inspiring
Miss beth, thy word's got me flying I'll buyeth thy book real soon.

ii

Miss Vicki, thou art an old soul made of gold, a home amongst homes, as thou liveth in mine state, miss beth, I'd seeith thee if I go to England, amongst the Beatle street's we'll speaketh of ourn living's, and reciteth sonnet's of Shakespearian knowledge.

iii

Miss Vicki, thy jargon is wrapped like a bouquet, glazed with honey, thine words art displayed, people in this world like Thee I do prayeth, that thine life wilt be joyful, and harmonious in thy tommorrow, beth, I feeleth thine wild's, as the sixties thou hadst.

iv

Beth StClair, if it was back in the day, we'd be wonderful friend's, thou wouldst hath watched me on a stage, singing poetic thunder, miss Vicki, when thou feeleth down and under, continue to write thy creator in thy works, and I promise thou both, thou both hath

A friend in me......





©Brandon nagley
©Miss Vicki/miss Beth StClair dedication for both of you (:::::
©Lonesome poet's poetry
A dedication to to amazing poets who inspire me
Miss Vicki and miss Beth StClair (::: love ya both
Next page