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  197.     

Sleep on, Sleep on...

Sleep on, Sleep on…
Though the moon is playing tag with the sun
And hides in it’s dark penumbra
Sleep on, sleep on…
Clutch the pillow ever tighter
Sleep on, nothing remains now
Dancing walls stir in the prairies
America drowns itself in machinery
Proudly lamenting the price of oil
I have never understood, never,
The perfume of your dark magnolia
Nor the parrot who flies out your teeth
From the martyred belly of your heart

A thousand Roman sentries fell asleep
in the moonlit plaza of your forehead
while four months I sought the knowledge
from your hands and waist, enemies of snow
between painted plaster of jasmine
your glance, mouth full of seeds
searched my breast to give me
the Latin prayer saying: Never!
Never! , never, my agony’s garden
feeds your elusive form of woman
the taste of your veins in my mouth
your mouth now lightless in the desert

Sleep on, sleep on, forget the moon!
Playing hide and seek with the sun
While hiding all of eternity’s sunsets
In it’s somnambulistic lover’s ballet
I choose to sleep and dream
Perhaps arise for the next one
I endured sunrise’s green poison
the struggles of wounded nights
but how to endure your nudeness
like a lotus open in the reeds
show me oceans finding channels
emptiness of shadowy planets
valleys knee deep in ice water
flowers of red for my heart
but do not let me see again
the coolness of your waist:
talk things over with friends
wearing wings of caterpillars
while blades of larks return
while I seek you in wine’s cave
sleeping the tacit sleep of grapes
far from the noise of cemeteries
I sleep often lost on the sea
With an ear full of tiny piers
My sliced tongue full of agony
And love; oh, lost on that sea
As I am lost in the heart
Of certain grown children

Sleep on, sleep on, forget the moon!
There is no one I can kiss
Without feeling the smile
Of your many faces
There is no one I can touch
my hands have no more sense
than to seek for your roots
beneath all this virgin soil
Tho’ I am lost in the heart
of certain grown women
a branch broken by itself
neath an apple tree of sobs
while hummingbirds sigh
and feral cats drive them
off through the salt marsh
This branch is happy
It’s dropped off to sleep
As if it was a tree
neither, thinking of rain
nor awaiting the moon’s dance
nor awaiting steps of spring.
While I, I want nothing else,
Only a hand. I desire
a wounded hand, if possible.
Pale lily of a dove anchored
Hard in my sleeping heart
Being the guard blocking
Entrance forever to the moon
I want nothing else, only that hand
Everything else to someone else
All the leaves have fled whirling
The harbour is naked in its green
The salt marsh is flooded in tears
All the roses are awaiting dawn
Through sleep’s branches
I dream two dark doves
One is the sun
The other the moon
Little neighbors, I called
And reached for the earth
Then, I saw two naked doves
The one was the other
And both of them, neither
As two snowy eagles
And a naked woman
Flew away.

Sleep on, sleep on…
 
Liberatore Suffoletta

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  198.     

A Bed For Sleep

A BED FOR SLEEP

Sleeping sleeping first and last
Resting testing nights sleep
Living beings sleeping best
And yawn it’s nice peep

Child comes out with morning
Old goes along with the evening
No one avoid a chance of rest
Also in world of sleepless nest

Nature make the flower bed
And man form the cotton bed
Water bed brought by river
Woolen bed gave by sheep

But I cannot sleep on these beds
All are uncomfortable for my sleep
I felt a nice bed on the heaven
That will be stuffed with fairy tales

If I not get a bed I will rest
At the bed of my heart
That I could get not in worst
I am searching for that dream bed.
 
lino john

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  199.     

The Ruin

THE bitter wind blows o'er the desolate wold,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
And I must trudge on thro' the sleet and the cold,
And sweet to my heart were the lot of the dead.

Upon my shrunk bosom sleep seizeth my child,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
Awaken my darling!—Alas, I'm beguiled,
And would I too slept the sound sleep of the dead.

Cold, cold are its feet and its bosom, and oh,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
No more will the bird prove a light to my woe;
And would I too slept the sound sleep of the dead.

Its sweet glossy eyes seem to look at men yet,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
They mind me of others I fain would forget;
And would I too slept the sound sleep of the dead.

Its soft silken locks, e'er as sunny as soft,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
A-wet are the curies I've kissed so oft;
And would I too slept the sound sleep of the dead.

The wee tottie crept atween me and my toil,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
But then its bit smile had the trick of his smile,
And would that I slept the sound sleep of the dead.

No father had I once to threaten or frown,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
And mother kept silent till reason had flown,
Then dropt she to sleep—the sound sleep of the dead.

I've reached the old ruin endeared by the past,
—The bloom from the blossom forever is sped!—
He'll come here and find our bones whiten'd at last,
And lie down and rest by the dust of the dead.
 
Joseph Skipsey

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  200.     

How Can You Sleep?

How can you sleep, knowing that the one who Really do Loves you Feels Bad He Let You Go?

How can you sleep, knowing that the one who Really Loves you cant sleep at night?

How can you sleep, knowing that the one who Really do Loves you cant Eat Because you are no longer there?

How Can you sleep, knowing that all he wants to do is hear your voice every night before he goes to sleep?

How can you sleep, knowing that everyday all he do is long for your touch and the warmth of your Lips?

How can you sleep, knowing that your on his mind everyday, Minute, Hour, Second?

How can you sleep, knowing your his one and only, even when your not together?

How can you sleep, telling him truth about him but not being true to yourself?

How can you sleep, not telling him what you know you want him to know?

How can you sleep, knowing he put his trust in you and you let him down?

How can you know so much yet so little?

How Would You Sleep Knowing That One Day Soon Will Be The Last Day You Ever See Him Again Knowing He Did You So Good And Yet One Day You Let Him Down?
 
Nathaniel Hayes

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