"zzzzzz" poems
*that’s that area
the right distance
from the host star
where life is possible
and water will not disappear
or be locked in
and there’s a planet
and it’s just right for life*
Goldilocks wandered
into the cottage
and she found
the first bowl too hot
another too cold
and - yum! – one just right
Goldilocks wandered
into the living room
and she found
the first chair too big
another still a little not right
and - oh so comfy! – one just right
Goldilocks wandered
into the rooms
and she found
the first bed too hard
another too worn out
and - zzzzzz! – one just right
*Ah, lovely Goldilocks
Itinerant Goldilocks -
see we’ve sent you now
on inter-stellar voyages
and you’re now in the just right zones
You’ve gone places, Goldilocks;
You’ve gone the distance -
the little girl who’s made it to the stars*
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Nobody remembered,
It's my birthday today.
I guess I'll just sing a lonely birthday song for myself,
Then on my bed I'll lay
'till I
f
a
l
l
as(zzzzzz)leep.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
Sleep overcame me
a sleet of snowflakes sent withering
thoughts smiles words frowns
covered up until the same
burying everything in a blank canvas
my mind the artist
adding shapes, adding color, adding life
adding weight
to my eyelids
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Pitch black.
Black as night.
Blacker than black.
All is silent.
Eerily
silent.
Deathly
silent.
Waiting.
Fearing.
Expecting...
the worse.
The wind whistling,
winding itself
through
the trees,
seductively,
assertively,
aggressively.
Tension
building.
Coming
closer.
Gathering
pace.
Leaves
quiver.
Trees
shake.
A flash
of lightening.
A piercing
crack.
Dead above.
Eyes
wide.
Heart
stopped.
Frozen.
Then just as abruptly as it arrived, its gone.
Leaving the rain behind.
Pitter,
patter,
plop
on the tent canvas.
Soothing.
Calming.
Zzzzzz.
Dawn comes.
Birds sing.
Fresh morning dew.
All's well in the world once more.
Til the next time....
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
I remember the ultimate terror,
Bunch of killer bees attacking me,
Assailed I was by a shifting pack,
Not a single cadet left behind,
Each of them stinging me royally,
Zapping through to make death metal!
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
I dreamt of you again,
how I hate - love sleeping
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
There was the dream
where you followed me through a plasm pinhole into a cardboard cabin on a crude wooden stage
Zzzzzz
I was there on all fours looking for a corner
on the fitted sheet, because there was a bed
I had to make it.
And you had the intention of playing the
harp in the corner and impregnating me
with the newest invasive species in town.
ZZZZZZ
I let it happen and there's a crowd gathering
because you were
massive like the sky in flames, spitting
gasoline at my eyes and their eyes and
I saw through to the end, saw the tentacles
and the last wheel and the corner bend
disappear (zz)
upon waking.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
I keep seeing good things however lM TIRED of walking and talking, and Sleeping some times.
I Can see you coming .It Sound rude Lady! NO its just a Poem of life of experience. Keep it in trousers your cash it's hard when your walking talking sleeping some times.
I'm Lucky go like you Lady love your cash then we CAN go talking then walking lf your Lucky like ME' THEN SLEEPING.......ZzzZzz ZzzZzz. *** Then more Lucky SHE *** Zzz.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC