You Must Sleep

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When the day ends

and night falls

There is little for one to do

Slumber should come easy

and simple rest

There is only a ceiling to view

Dreams are an escape

and lullabies flow

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Nightmares are the shape of the shadows

One must find peace

and some ease

For life to progress you must sleep

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A Poem Per Day

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When trying to figure out what theme I wanted to go with for my poetry book, I wrote a lot of different poems. There are a variety of verses that I created that described my feelings about life and everything in it.

Since deciding the theme, I couldn’t figure out what to do with all the other poems I wrote. First, I pondered that I should wait until I released The Good, The Bad & The Ugly to see how well it did, and I could add the others to a later book.

Finally, I thought maybe it would be better if I shared them so all of you could see the journey I took to get to my final decision. So until the release of The Good, The Bad & The Ugly I will try to share a poem each day for all of you.

I believe you deserve a treat while you wait for the book to come out.

Until next time,

Peace & Blessings

Good, Bad & Ugly Contest

Entry Fee: $5.00 (USD) per poem

Participants can enter up to 6 poems

(Electronic submissions only)

Contest closes 11:59 p.m., August 23, 2013

Some days are filled with sunny skies, rainbows and butterflies. Others consist of the occasional rain cloud. Yet and still there are those day, that no one likes to talk about, filled with lightning strikes and destructive tornadoes.

Everyone has their good days, bad days and even ugly ones.

Write your best poem(s) describing a good, bad, or ugly day. Or you may want to talk about all three. The choice is yours.

THREE (3) WINNING POEMS WILL BE PUBLISHED IN THE UPCOMING POETRY COMPILATION THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE UGLY. ALSO, THE WINNING POETS WILL RECEIVE A FREE COPY OF THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE UGLY.

SEVEN (7) OTHER POETS WILL HAVE THEIR POEMS FEATURED ON ALL TrinaLynne AFFILIATED WEBSITES/SOCIAL MEDIA. ALSO, THE E-BOOK VERSION (PDF) OF THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE UGLY.

Winners will be announced a week after contest closes.

Send electronic submissions to trinalynne.aei@hotmail.com

Poems will only be accepted once fee is received via PayPal.

If there are any questions or concerns, please send them via the contact form below.

Contest closes 11:59 p.m., August 23, 2013

I Bet You Think This Is About You

the people who played me

the people who saved me

the people who blamed me

the people who changed me

the people who fought me

the people who taught me

the people who deserted me

the people who converted me

the people who shoved me

the people who loved me

I thank you for your presence

and the part you played

negative or positive

You were an aid

And I was swayed

which means every story I tell

pass or fail

how I’ve grown to be

what I’ve come to see

spinning the wheel of fortune

or playing double jeopardy

I don’t mean this selfishly

but everything I write 

is all about me

 

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Alonzo

Scraggly hair, dingy clothes

was the first thing I noticed about him

he leaned over me and said

do you mind if I walk with you

it came out of the blue

but in all fairness and truth

I politely said

that’s just fine

it would take no time

and walking with HIM was no crime

maybe because it was daylight

I felt so bold

to walk with a man such as he

and then freeze

as he entertained me

with subtle conversation

I looked into his eyes

and to my surprise

I knew his face

But I couldn’t place

where or who he was

through the kink in his hair

the glaze in his stare

this connection was rare

We walked slowly down the street

Didn’t care what people would think

The question came

what is your name

Alonzo, he said with a hush

It all came back in a rush

this was a little boy, when I was younger, I had a crush

My heart sank

further than normal empathy

I was hit with the reality

the man next to me was crazy

As he stopped to pace

two steps to the left

two steps to the right

two more steps to the left

look up, look down

then back at me

this repeated itself times 3

but his vulnerability I could see

speaking intelligently

about positives and negatives

that life brings

he looked in my eyes

and said nicely

if I asked, would you help me

I almost couldn’t breathe

Here was the little boy

who played little jokes when I was a kid

didn’t matter at all

the cutest light brown and tall

curly black hair, but now would I hear his call

before I could answer

he began to recite

numbers

two steps to the left

two steps to the right

two more steps to the left

look up, look down

then back to me

what should I do

as I watched him with sadness

and I said

I’ll do whatever I can

In me, you have a friend

he nodded and gazed

then turned and went on his way

left me standing there

but I didn’t care

For the chance was rare

After that, I saw him occasionally

I would look at him frightfully

hoping I would be ready

if he asked for help

but he never really did

And when I decided

to help him without request

the need beat hard in my chest

just because he was homeless

I couldn’t treat him any less

than any human being

but I never saw him again

what happened and when

found out he used to be a serviceman

got beat up pretty bad

it was all really sad

made me more mad

I could not find him

I don’t know where he went

Because of this I take his lesson with me

You’d be surprised what you can learn from someone deemed crazy

when I’m down and need a release

I

look to the left

look to the right

look back to the left

look up, look down

then back to me

 

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