"wakey" poems
sleepy sleep
sleep in sleep in sleepy town
my eyes need wakey up
sleepy sleep my bed does call
me lids so glued there stuck
look at me at half past three
a hedge still in me hair
eyes so red a cameras light
saucers oh my dear
give me bed a silent night
cos sleepy snooze is me
time to snore and wake you up
me fidgits sleepy sleep
na na night its time for kip
me bed is calling me
clocking tick soon far away
a dream of dreams i see
rise and shine yet i need more
some sleep will do me good
bags of spuds upon each cheek
come on dont wake me up
sleepy in as sleepy does
im staying where i am
soon be dinner oh thats good
a lay in i'll be dammed
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
*Weathervanes with harmonically
tuned brains, took up the call to Step Lively.
Each one ecking, drop by drop,
To feed you silliness, to lighten your soul.
Wakey, wakey
Eat well
It's your Daddy, I mean attorney
You're really been being very bad.*
If you insist, I will.
Learn obedience
or patience or something
in between,
a kernal of obedience?
I'll never promise that,
in order to give it to freely.
I was afraid to let you in.
They were menacing,
stamping us into tiny little molds.
Insistent that we are,
what they think we are.
*Did they convince you
that I'd gone off and left you?*
No, changing that would require
quantum amounts of convincing.
Was not mistaken that it was you,
just attacked by encroaching apiculture
*That is how it felt,
How it feels, but subtler now.*
First course correction will be
the sliver of a melody,
Spreading like a depth charge.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
you're asleep
you're dreaming
about teeth falling out and shadows chasing you
about fields full of flowers and holding his hand
no matter what about, you dream too much
and you wake up and he's still not there
the rain makes your windows look *****
and the wind causes the roof to make noises
and he won't be there to hold you when the sun goes down
so you go back to sleep
and behind your eyelids you see that smile
that smile he used to flash at you
before holding up a glass of white wine
"cheers" spilling from his asymmetric lips
but that's history
and you shouldn't still be dreaming about him
but you were never one to be the boss of your dreams
the heat wakes you up at 5:47
you haven't been this hot since the too of you shared a bed
you need to stop always drawing him into things
he
is not there
he
won't ever be
don't make yourself remember the good times
and how he's everything you ever looked for in a guy
those thoughts belong in late night dreams
and you need to wake up.
wakey wakey, eggs and bakey
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
waking to the fresh of dawn my body aches another snore
feel the need for sleep i do ..wakey wakey teapot brew
damm the night that had me hooked.. tv ,beer and loads a grub
just five more is all i ask sleep a little ..alarming bash
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 12:32 AM UTC
Wakey Wakey, rise and shine
greet the morning with a smile
wide awake and feeling fine
dancing with this boy of mine.
Twisting on the kitchen floor
the monkey, the jive and many more,
the mashed potato, the hustle too
he follows my lead with a giggle or two.
There's a hound dog, a jailhouse, some blue suede shoes
as we Rave On with Buddy and Peggy Sue
Reet Petite makes an entrance and whips up the crowd
"Turn it up Daddy, I want this real loud!"
Then on to the Land of a Thousand Dances
even the dog's grinning wide as she prances
we take Three Steps to Heaven and meet Cathy's clown
then on to the next one, no time to sit down.
So I'll fry up the bacon as my little bug jitters
and poach us some eggs with some sweet 'tato fritters
as I sing of Lucille, Maggie may and Delilah,
then Shake Rattle and Roll to those Great ***** Of Fire.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
Just taking time out to see who's on the park. Been here for a while and there are a few guys who know what the board's for. There's a lad from Deptford who can turn a neat Olley on a Grind. Bit of a curiosity with my long board and northern street style. Had a couple of skate offs and found where the cracks are. Pulled the shoulder AGAIN but nothing serious. Thought there might be the odd ramp here seeing as it's London, the South Bank and all.
Been working on my rotationals. Three Sixty is just fine but the Five Forty is **** I don't think any of these guys here know what a One Seventy is. Well they do now.
Nobody here seems to skate off-park even though there are some well good grind rails and step jumps. Too many people about I suppose.
Saw this lass hitting Toe Edge to Heal Edge turns - VERY bright. Wappo better watch out! She's got him covered. The guys from Wakey would probably clean up down here, but we're guerilla skaters and would probably have the 'ol blue boys on our backs if we did the business. Maybe we should do a recce one weekend? Sleep on my sister's floor.
Reckon Paris is better though - there's those parcours guys about to show you the space. When my Dad goes to Centre Pompidou there's all these great buskers - some serious **** Nobody playing anything round here.
Ok back to the park and a few Primos I reckon. Seen no one doing a glimmer of a Rail Stand so time to clean up a bit.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 2:17 AM UTC
**The Marginal Difference
Tween Child And Adult**
awake Sunday stuff to do...
another unit of life decapsulated,
where one will compromise
with all those lofty
make believe dreamy would-be goals
that course thru the brain,
when sleepy morphs into
the to do list at the premier of today's
wacky wakey consciousness movie
and a poem forms on lips
that have not yet been
coffee'd
into adult responsibility
the list purview'd,
and you purvey,
foresee, attending,
bend back that pointer finger
looking right at ya guiltily
one and enough,
believe getting that one done,
will be
satisfyingly crossed off that
grownup
groaning
tatooed list
of the unavoidable
one will make the
marginal difference....
tween child and adult
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
Sun breaks the peace of raindrops
Glaring through the window
Burning flesh awake
"Rise and Shine" it SCREAMS in silence
And the hint of laughter on a breeze
Taunts the groggy mind
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
I wanna tell you I love you
But with the age difference and distance
It's harder than you think
I want to be your knight in shining armor
I want to hold you from dusk to dawn
Watch the sun kiss you good morning
And listen to the lullaby of the moon
Lure you to sleep
I want to be there when you awake
To taste your lips
To feel you closer to me
I want to hear you laugh
When I say good morning in my stupid little way
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey
Biscuits and sausage gravy
Now WAKE THE **** UP
And enjoy the day"
I want to tell you I love you
I want you to have my heart
I know you will make better use of it
Than I had with it in 17 years
It's easy to smile when I talk to you
I can't describe in any metaphor
Or complex simile how you make me feel
I trust you
I love you
I wish you could understand
How hard it is for me to do that
But I know what I want because of you
I want to make you happy
I want to love you
Like no other person on Earth
Could even begin to imagine
How to love you that much
I'm a little drunk
So before I say your name
I'll end this with three words
I Love You ;)
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
1.
'Prayer is a free outgoing call to G-d
No battery,
No charging,
No network problems.
Always a good signal
Endless talk-time.'
So, keep praying ...and
Happy Day!
2.
Does your heart really have to break a little before you can do anything creative?
But first, to curb dismal overflow
Yes.....
I must soar......
3.
There's no rider on a white horse here
Lament not rain on your windowpane
Would you mind if I told you that....I
What means a room full of flowers?
Wakey-wakey...
:(too late):
feelingfaint....
4.
Thank you for keeping on your lighthouse
For closing the door (gently) in my face
For helping me reach (some) rescue
For teaching me my place
For reminding me.....
Yes, you may.
Bye now, no more words from me.
Yeah, Happy Day.
In-deed!
S T, 25 April 2013
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's voice was cheerful and playful as she threw a glass of cold water in the unconscious man's face. "Wha, wha, what happened? Did I fall asleep?" asked the man. As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't.
Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread. Each wrist and ankle was shackled, locked, and chained. "I'm not into locks and chains. I'm the one paying for *** You have to do what I want" said the man with slurred speech.
"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a ********** I just pose as one on the internet and in the streets. That's how I get pigs like you" said the woman with an evil grin. "I know you didn't think a woman as beautiful as my wife would be interested in someone like you" said a tall figure as he emerged out of the darkness behind the shackled man. With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were.
"My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Locklear" said Linda. "Enough with the small talk. Linda go get the work tools" said Rusty. "As you command daddy" said Linda.
Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys" said Rusty with his eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. "What do we have here? " said Linda.
Reaching her arm out over the items on the push cart in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused. "We have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and an ice pick" said Linda with her voice filled with excitement. ******* himself their victim began to cry.
"Linda this is your victim so you have to inflict the first wound" said Rusty. Responding to Rusty's words Linda picked up the nail gun. "Linda you don't have to do this" pleaded the man. "I have kids that I provide for. My name is Timothy Yates. I have a wife said" Timothy.
Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to the testicles. "Look Rusty it actually think we care about its pathetic little life" said Linda. Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot Linda pulled the trigger. Firing a hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot blood squirted into the air.
Written Keith Edward Baucum
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
Call me a medicine man,
and yeah, I'll be there for you sure,
dedicated to you only,
to help the one without a cure.
Once I step inside your heart
you'll begin to doze off,
and those shaky hands will be soothed
while letting your head rock to and fro; can't be helped.
You'd be my tiny little sleepyhead
holding that little dose in your palm
and you'll soon wander off
deep into the neverland of your own version,
forgetful of human senses:
the striking smell, the taste to savour,
the sound the music that is ever whimsical,
the bright light and the dim dark.
And I reckon you already like it
all surrounded by the forgetfulness
—the numbing sensations nullifying your will to rise,
and the pleasure finds shelter within you.
Then in your dream
you start to want me more,
not knowing the impending consequences
of forgetting all about yourself,
of drowning
further into the river
that we all call the sorrow,
and of falling faster and farther
until you know nowhere to return.
I call out "Wakey-wakey," then,
prying open your eyes and every doors
that'll lead you outside with haste
—the light shines upon your pupils
still drowned in tears,
bewildered, with your legs wobbling.
Yet you're no longer my sleepyhead anyway,
so walk on, off with you,
carry on with your stiff legs
—though you pretty much look like
you'll need a stick just to stand upright -
and do come see me
if you ever need me again.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
!WAKEY WAKEY!
( for Maureen )
Every morning I
delighted in her
jumping into her skin
eager to begin
being her
all over again.
New to her self
as if she had only been
minted that very minute
her own self invented.
Touching the world
with her sense of self
chasing after dust motes
trying to clutch sunlight
creeping up on a honeysuckle's
scent
snatching at music
in the air
begging the world
to come out to play.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
something happened
and then again
and again
but it is all just an unfocused merge of subconscious creations now
but it did go something like this
--
oh the
wind and the trees
and the cuts on my knees
..and the running away from whatever it is behind me
away
and again
and a jump and then
i fall
and as i look up, i see me
yes it's me
and i smile at myself and offer a hand up
'cos there's really nothing to be scared of
it's just me
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Shadowing entities protrude towards your bed from yonder windows hazed light. Crying is no option for fear that this may stir something lurking out there in the darkness. Shrugging beds cover upward to protect your face and hands, well inside lest they be gripped by the night.
Foetal position, curled with hands wrapped around knees, eyes gripped tightly pining for sleep to transport you away to safer ground. Sought after sleep that will never arrive lest you forget to think.
Temples pound a beating drum. slightest sound ekes disaster like a thunderous gun blasting through your brain. finest breeze now a gale, the cold wind causing hair to stand upright stirring tingling pebbled skin. shivering at every inhale of breath, whilst sweat finds its flowing course.
Creaking noises of a living structure ponder audibly throughout the stillness as imaginary movement is conceived, sensed objects move delicately as this flurry of the underworld works its way into an already over worn mind.
Suddenly the lamenting cries of night torn animal carry up the stair from the darkness below, feline hissing following that same tread to your so sensitive hearing.
Each waft of air an heckling of wandering soul abound to walk freely this hallowed eve, touching the rigidity of young tender body. Mindful of stories told that very night and curses aimed toward the teller of such.
Blasts of light contain certain blindness and panic as you fight to avoid this incarnation that rips away bedding from young skin.
“Wakey Wakey rise and shine.”
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Wakey wakey
Big mistakey
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
“I love your worst days because thats when you breakdown and I get to rebuild you.”
My sculptor
“Wakey wakey eggs and bakey.”
My alarm clock
“ You won’t breakdown, I know how to keep your composure”
My rock
“ I just basically learned from loosing you that you can’t take anything for granted…”
My student
“I love you means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else…”
My acceptor
“I don’t know I want to give you everything.”
My caregiver
“I think marrying you is the only thing I’m really actually sure about.” My future
“I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”
My apologizer
“I always feel like I’m missing something when I’m not with you.”
My other half
“You did really good tonight. Whenever you did something good i was like that’s my girl!! Even when you fell off the beam I still said that’s my girl.”
My cheerleader
“Me you dinner and a movie Friday night. Dinner at 8, late movie. I’ll pick you up around 7:47, be ready.”
My event planner
"You’re my moment.”
My purpose
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
You mellow
Soft
Plush
Sweet little kitty
Innocent before you entered society
When you entered middle school and realized the world wasn't all puppies...mad smiles
Soft kitty
Look at your past
Yes you were drained into a whole new persona
And you were forced to see your life differently
You've always been the outcast
No matter how hard you tried to fit in
You struggled as people spit on you
**** on you
As you...slowly believed it
Then all at once
....but soft kitt I feel it
This year...this month...this week...this day....
Is redemption time
You know your past
What you've been through
Bullying, insecurity, anxiety, shyness...
The past is over
The present is infinite
Life is a mystery
Follow your bliss...
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
Early is the wrong time
a long time to be on
early is to early to wakey up inside
early aint so easy.. aint no freedom to live
earlys just to early to get out me pit
so stay in bed and dream a little
live a little at night
wake to some songbirds some sunshine breaking in
wake stretchin armiiess and leggiees and lots of tea
wake up at the right time and not the early we live
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
*Hey, wakey wakey!
You have a job to tend to,
Didn't you hear me?*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Wakey! Wakey! Brrrrring!
My clock does start its ring,
That'd be quite a shock,
If into the bin, I threw the clock,
No, its wake up o'clock,
Do you all hate your clocks?
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Girls These Days ...
Are So ... Confused ... ???
They Seem To Be ...
In ... " Alices' Shoes " ... !?!
YES ... " Wonderland " ... ?!?
Well ....
I'll Be ... ****** ... !!!
Before I Fall .........................................
Into The Hands ...
of A Girl Whose Life's A ...
........ " Sham" .......
Saying ... One Thing ...
But Doing ... Another ... ?!?
RUSHING Home ...
To Watch ... "Big Brother" ... !!!!!
Girls Like THESE ... !!!
Should NOT BE ... Mothers ... !!!
Because Their Child ...
Will Surely ... SUFFER ... !!!!!
Suffer FROM .............................
Her ... " Confusion " ... ?!?
Come On Girls ...
I'm ... NOT The One ... !!!!!
Mess With Me ...
And You'll Be ...
... " STUNNED " ... !!!!!
NOT With ... Violence ...
Or A .... " Gun " .... !!! ....
But With ... "THIS" ...
Simple ... " Wisdom " ...
WAKEY WAKEY ... !!!
"Rise and shine" ...
Face The World ...
and Do What's Right ... !!!
DON'T Get ... "Trapped" ...
In ..... "Your Mirage" ..... !!!!
Or ... A World ....
of ... " Tarot Cards " ...
See Yourself ...
For Who ... YOU ARE ... !!!
Don't Do Things ...
That You'll ... REGRET ... !!!
Like ... JUMPING IN ...
A ... STRANGERS Bed ... !!!!!
Make ... A STAND ...
And ... STICK TO IT ... !!!!!
Instead of S P R E A D I N G ...
THOSE ... WET LIPS ... !!!!!
DON'T ... Get VEX ... !!!
or ... Get UPSET ....
Because ... " CONFUSION " ...
RULED .... Your Head .... !?!
"Yeah, but you,
were making moves !!!"
"So were you, which goes to prove,
you were wanting me to woo !
Come on now, did I force you,
to come and sleep, in my bedroom ?"
"No, but now I feel abused !
We moved to fast !
I've thought it through,
and don't think that,
I'm right for you !!!"
"Okay, that's cool,
but, let me prove
something to you,
we kissed and stuff,
and then we hugged,
but, when I said,
we should get up
you put me in,
a tight armlock ?
Now you're saying,
you wanted to TALK ?!?
It seems you have
some things to sort
inside your mind.
Take that walk
I'll give you time,
but, don't complain
if I refrain, from letting you,
confuse my brain !
Figure out, what it is you need,
then come back, and talk to me.
Otherwise, let's both be free,
to be with, who we want to be !
But, don't be playing, games with me
My name's Big Virge, not Monopoly !"
Life to me, is not a dream
Talk is cheap, but, actions speak.
So, stop your talk, and walk the walk !"
Don't kiss me, on our first date !
and change your mind, the very next day ?"
Come on now, give me a break !
Such confusion, breeds delusion,
and a premature conclusion !"
"I don't know you !!!
You don't know me !!!
You may be right ?
but let's wait and see.
Let's take some time,
the date went fine !
It's not my fault,
you crossed the line !
What can I say ?
I'm a **** guy !
Who'll give you lows,
as well as HIGHS !
Every couple,
has their troubles !
and sometimes, yes,
fall down and stumble,
but, getting up,
is part of the fun,
and helps reduce,
our confusion"
"Opposites attract,
like, white and black
I suggest, you remember that !"
"But, firstly you,
must face the facts,
about the things,
you sometimes do,
Then I can, make love to you !"
Those Are Words ...
On Which To ... CHEW ...
Take Some Time ...
And ... Think It Through ...
And Then ... You Won't Be ...
So ....
... " Confused " ... ?!?
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC
Synapses
A scien’terrific, spiri’tool
To fool around with; a reality
The best of microscopes can see
And measure.
Pure arithme-ticking over,
Showering the brain with light;
Sparks queueing up in scans,
A cue to IQ variations, and
The more the better.
Riches of all human wishes lying there
Waiting to be bared then shared:
Nature in infinitude.
One good turn deserves another;
One good synapse serves another.
“Wakey, wakey” here comes knowledge!
Insights new, fresh out of college!
Insights causing you to grow;
Daring you to dare to go;
Blowing horns you dared not blow.
Synapse and invention new;
By definition a new you.
I’m signing off with love (or luff),
This synapse stuff the glove
That warms,
Synapses’ arms
The magic charm.
Synapses 12.9.2017 Circling Round Science II; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Wakey wakey
Rise and shine
Grab the moment
Start your climb
Get off your ****
Put it in gear
Raise yourself up
Your moment's here
Pull up your socks
Tie up your shoes
Now seize the day
This time's for you.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC