53 thoughts on “FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – WAKE UP CALL

  1. THE NEED FOR SLEEP, by Walter J Wojtanik

    I’m too tired,
    I feel I’ve expired.
    I turned off my alarm.
    It’s too damn warm.
    I just can’t get up out of bed, OK?
    Besides, I think it’s SATURDAY!
    I eschew the nine-minute snooze.
    I revolt against daylight, (a round of boos).
    I’ve tossed and turned all through the night.
    I just got in from an all-guys night.
    The “Sandman” carries a lot of clout.
    It feels like Mayweather knocked me out!

  2. THE TWELVE STAGES OF GETTING UP IN THE MORNING

    One wink’s not enough;
    two winks, that’s still rough;
    three winks I can slough;
    four winks leave me gruff;
    five winks, and I chuff;
    six winks, and I begin to luff;
    seven winks ain’t the right stuff;
    eight winks, and waking I still rebuff;
    nine winks, and I can smell the marshmallow fluff;
    ten winks, I’m almost up to snuff;
    eleven winks, I rise in a huff;
    twelve winks…. I’m off my duff.

  3. Reasons to Sleep In

    cancelled school
    road too slick
    power out
    feeling sick
    clock quit tick
    Saturday
    holiday
    honeymoon
    partied hearty
    time change
    retired
    cause I wanted to.

  4. Twelve Reasons to Stay in Bed

    The sun hasn’t risen
    The alarm was not set
    I’m curled up in a most comfortable position
    The cat is still sleeping
    Your snuffling breath is like a lullaby
    The early morning air is a little chilly
    There is nowhere I have to go
    My mind is lingering in the land of dreams
    The birds have not started their morning ablutions
    My blanket cocoon is warm
    The room is still dusky with night
    I am retired

  5. Ending the Afternoon Nap

    the timer goes off
    the sunlight hasn’t taken a break yet
    I cling onto a dream for a moment
    a poem waits for paper and pen
    time to catch a friend for conversation
    a cardinal flies past my window
    groceries must be bought
    for a dinner made in haste
    the cashier smiles at me
    someone on the corner says life’s too short
    much to do before nightfall
    never enough time
    I give names to passing clouds
    remember apparitions in life
    wonders before my eyes
    another day, another stanza in my life

  6. Ending the Afternoon Nap

    the timer goes off
    the sunlight hasn’t taken a break yet
    I cling onto a dream for a moment
    a poem waits for paper and pen
    time to catch a friend for conversation
    a cardinal flies past my window
    groceries must be bought
    for a dinner made in haste
    the cashier smiles at me
    someone on the corner says life’s too short
    much to do before nightfall
    never enough time
    I give names to passing clouds
    remember apparitions in life
    wonders before my eyes
    another day, another stanza to write

    revision

  7. Twelve Reasons

    – No morning appointments, no place I have to be

    – So cuddly under the covers

    – I can listen to softly falling rain

    – One dog at foot of bed, other on floor next to my side.
    Acrobatic skills needed to get up.

    – Looking out bedroom window, I find myself eye level with snow

    – It is still dark out

    – Room feels freezing cold

    – Dental appointment I could later claim to have forgotten

    – State of the world may have worsened

    – Because I can

  8. Wake Not Want Not

    Who wants to awake to political clout?
    Politics rage just outside like bad storms.
    Covid has made low-grade chaos the norm.
    There might be contagions floating about.

    I ate the last of my cereal last week.
    Milk has gone bad and the orange juice has soured.
    I can’t remember when last I have showered.
    My armpits and all other crevices reek.

    My belly, though hungry, does not really hurt.
    There’s groceries to buy–oh, but Walmart I dread.
    I won’t trust some stranger to pick out my bread.
    My masks are too tight, none of them match my shirt.

    I think I will just turn lie around in my bed,
    these excuses a pillow for my weary head.

    (C) Damon Dean, 2020

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