I woke up nice and early, to start my day off right. I tip-toed to the kitchen, to watch the new day’s light. ~ I made myself a coffee, one sugar but never cream. The water didn’t boil; I thought it was a dream. ~ I went back to the bedroom; I found I was still there. I slept rather peacefully; it gave me quite a scare. ~ The cat was also sleeping, curled up in a ball. I gave her a little scratch, she didn’t move at all. ~ I nudged my sleeping wife, she didn’t make a peep. I cuddled up beside her, hoping I’d fall asleep. ~ The cat was first to rise, soon jumping off the bed. My wife then too awoke, turning her pretty head. ~ She didn’t even see me, as I lay there by her side. I could see she was awake, her eyes were open wide. ~ I feared that I was dead, now a ghost out to haunt. I gazed into the mirror, I did look rather gaunt. ~ My wife started screaming, shaking the sleeping me. I knew we had a problem; the evidence’s plain to see. ~ The alarm then started ringing, time came into view. I gasped for needed air; I then started the day anew.
The sun’s rising yet I’ve no rest, another day a gruesome test. The Reaper lurks on their quest, spirits chide full of zest. ~ The nightmare over now the pain, screams and howls fill my brain. The constant fright drives me insane. Ghosts taunt with no refrain. ~ The hour’s burn like gasoline, agony fills the time between. The past haunts a future unseen. Is this life or Halloween?
I started the day the usual way. My feet hit the floor then out the door. The sun’s yet high in the new sky. But on the street I feel the heat. The sweat begins to drip. ~ I get to work and feel like a jerk. I forgot to do my do. So I combed my hair in despair. Then I booted up and spilled my cup. The coffee made a big mess. ~ My notes now are gone and I left forlorn. My haste has caused this waste. I must slow down or I will drown. This fast lane is causing me pain. The phone then starts to ring. ~ It’s another complainer for I the explainer. I was chilled to the bone by their ruthless tone. I slammed down the phone but wasn’t alone. The boss could hear standing so near. This job, for me, was now done. ~ Hurt was I, I wanted to cry. I went home to bed and wished I were dead. I started to dream then woke to a scream. A poke from my wife saved my life. My eyes open to start again. ~ A nightmare was had, one very bad. Its cause being stress is my best guess. A lesson thought comes before taught. My sweetie made tea for her and me. A new dream’s begun and I called out sick.
I think my pencil’s broken, nothing’s coming out. I’ve tried lots of paper, now I’m feeling doubt. ~ Could it be a dream, the writing that I’ve done? Or perhaps a nightmare, this time I’ve spent as one. ~ I wake up every morning, before the sun will rise. My chair awaits its ass, glasses await their eyes. ~ Coffee I will slurp, watching hours burn. If I were a younger man, it’d be of less concern. ~ Time is not to waste, though I shouldn’t squawk. My pencils served me well, though I may try chalk. ~ I know I need my fix, words do the trick. Perhaps I’m not a poet, just really, really sick.
My candle flickers in distant panes. Main Street silent, the starlight wanes. Icy fingers grip my bones. Frozen breath chills my moans. ~ My story begins and none too soon. Shadows long for the hidden moon. The hour’s late, the journey’s long. The sun’s rise unseen if again I’m wrong. ~ My goal’s a king born a pawn, To live again, this moment’s gone. Blindness hides the cold hard truth. Hindsight magnifies the lies of youth. ~ My pride swallowed, visions lull. Biting winds gnaw at my skull. Clouds engulf a blizzard near, too many steps, too late to swear. ~ My goal is clear, survive the night. There is no choice to stand and fight. The path uncharted, each step’s new, to trip and fall death’s in view. ~ My head is pounding, my body aches. The thrust is forward to reverse mistakes. Apologies given but time doesn’t care. Words mean nothing if not to share. ~ My mind is blank, my heartbeats race. Howling wolves set the pace. Clothes in tatters, my bare feet bloody. If I shall live, my pain they’ll study. ~ My memories linger of a forgotten past. Dreams awaken, a future’s cast. Dawn surely near, nightmares recede. My eyes then open to all that I need.
The night was black and eerily still, sensations naught but for the chill. The fog then quickly settles in. It is death but for the din. ~ With nowhere left to run or go. A silence welcomes from far below. Or follow the sounds of mournful screams, awakened to a life of no one’s dreams. ~ Nightmares seep with a shuttered mind. Yet sweetly we rest when freedom we find. Tomorrows beat within our hearts. Open eyes see bright, new starts. ~ But it is sleep where we all do dwell, our futures told of heaven and hell. We’ll meet the many never to know. Then in a blink it’s the end of our show. ~ When we wake a dimension’s gone. Feeling flat upward we’re drawn. We rise to heights imagined by one. The world awaits, our day begun ~ Tread the paths, both waning and worn. Use your sharpness when you’re torn. And sleep will guide us to our core. But time awake always one third more.
Risen from the depths of gloom and dread, cobwebs wiped from my sleepy head. I awoke to a day of bright sunshine. I looked out the window to see the world was mine. ~ To the bathroom I went to do my thing. Perched was I as the birdies sing. I then strode to the mirror and to my surprise; the bags were gone from beneath my eyes. ~ My hair was perfect with none out of place. The wrinkles of time were now gone from my face. I raced downstairs to greet this new day. I skipped and danced every step of the way. ~ While making my coffee an alarm I heard. I thought to myself, now that seems absurd. Next thing I knew I was back in bed, pulling the covers from over my head. ~ My room was the same, still dark and gray. Cold and wet was predicted today. The nightmare passed but the dream still unclear. But awakened was I to awake with her near.
So is the end of another Valentine’s Day, all the confetti’s been vacuumed away. Cards now stored neatly in a special drawer. Dying flowers are thinned till there are no more. ~ The romantic dinner’s now just a memory. The dessert was great but sure wasn’t free. There are two candies left no one will eat, one’s missing a bite and the other’s no treat. ~ Her dress was stained from wine I spilled. The rest of the night I thought I’d be killed. We woke the next morning and she’s still peeved. But I’m still alive, so I was relieved. ~ I tried to kiss her and she yelled “go away!” Then she went off about ruining her day. The whole event gave me a terrible scare. But all’s good now cos it was just a nightmare.
A story’s brewing; it’s felt in my heart. Yet I’ve to find the end, middle or start. I think it’s close but it could be far. The damage done and left a scar. ~ The image is blurry and makes no sense. I’m hangin’ out with a guy named Pence. We’re trapped in a cell with fancy drapes. There are no cigarettes but everyone vapes. ~ Our lofty guard is seven feet tall. He brings us bread and that is all. P’s is white and mine is wheat. But we don’t mind, it’s something to eat. ~ P tells stories of his glorious time. I write fast and make it all rhyme. He worked for a king, second in charge. His duties were light but his paycheck large. ~ The lights go out at ten o’clock. The guards go home and we all rock. Music starts jammin’ in a cell nearby. The place gets smoky and we all get high. ~ Our eyes grow heavy then we all dream. We awake at sunrise to coffee with cream. The king too presides in a cell downstairs. It’s dark and damp but no one cares. ~ The king has a wife he no longer sees. She crawled off to Russia on her hands and knees. Though his kids live here, their just down the hall. They all got snatched while attending a ball. ~ Now tuxedo’s in tatters and gown’s a mess, the truth was clear, no need to confess. So maybe this story’s no story at all. It may be a nightmare, I can’t recall. ~ Though being in jail I wasn’t keen. But comfort is felt when the future’s seen. I did get released, no word of the rest. And all ends well, their silence being best. ~ SCK111019
Shake me please, I can not wake.
Mind’s exhausted, rest I ache.
Nightmares consume the hours long.
Alarms blare with every song.
A love taken another lost,
spirits dictate, sheets tossed.
Days dark by night I mourn.
Time shared now heart’s torn.
Dreams of tomorrow gone in a blink,
eyes shut I fear to think.
Shake me please, I can not wake.
Yesterday’s choke each breath I take.
Century’s lost beneath a frigid sea.
A mystery shrouded from you and me.
One hundred years till the darkest of night.
A body shall be risen once gone from sight.
Subjects none, she’s a queen alone.
An island rests till her desire’s grown.
She’ll rise from the mist in fur, feather and scale.
Cloaked of face, she’s lovely beyond the pale.
Her quest is simple; to attain her reflection,
caught from a soul’s image of loves perfection.
Her call is silent, her essence shines through.
Once chosen, there’s none you can do.
Her attraction’s permanent, like flies on sweets.
And entice she does with her anticipated treats.
From a dream plucked, it’s her prey of late.
In a line they’ll stand with surety of fate.
Then only she will choose.
Who’ll be the winner this time to lose.
The others left bereft of heart.
Free for now to long another start.
The queen now quenched returns to her bed.
Her emptiness filled, rube’s again shed.
And the rest of us wonder of the tales that be.
Or am I to flounder in a flash of the sea?
Dreaming of the future always looks bright.
Nightmares of tomorrows haunt most every night.
Memories of the past guide us every day.
Plans for the now slowly slip away.
Time’s unpredictable, every second’s new.
Unknowns are less freighting when life’s shared by two.