[Monday I caffeinated myself since Barry's is on MWF and Sundays, and I was originally scheduled to sleep at night again, finally....add to that they gave me half a shift when I'd only slept one hour before caffeinating myself, and then they turned it upside down and I was on the clock for the next two nights...with only one more hour of sleep.] I finally slept off Tuesday, in preparation for the night.
It's Fly By Tuesday, I Guess
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMC)
Spring's eye upon these frozen 'scapes til dense
Black nightfall brought in snow, life shall prevail.
Not but twa hours of sleep since Sunday, frail
As aught excuse, I have a thousand thence
Small things to do ere I kin try fr'intents
To crash and sleep. Old breakfast my fare, hail
Fresh porridge, no caffeine, but tea t'avail,
Rose petal tea for warmth and sheer defense.
Sweet golden light of tender Spring in tour
Despite Siber'a's temps, and was it blue
Skies also, ere I fell asleep? Bestir
Me to try eating dinner as day too
Wends out, and nightmares torture me in poor
Scuse ere th'alarm swears off sleep: I need You.
21Jan25a
O, but I might be sensible now I've sleep under my belt.
Adrenaline Is More Exciting
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCI)
Eight days upon the clock, and which detail?
The wicked's tender mercies cruel, defense
Is elsewhere as night conjures naught fr'intents;
Cold porridge from so many hours 'go, hail
What for recure now I'm stuck pulling, frail
As all excuse, third shift the fifth night? Whence?
Why's it like always? fix hot cocoa, sense
Bewildered is't? Cuz dunno what'd avail.
Dreams, oh! I'd vap'rous plans for so much, poor
As nary time, and need for sleep. Go through
One shelf of my fridge, to see what as twere?
What is; the fuel for dreams; and nothing new.
Sleep wiped the mental chalkboard. To bestir
Grand visions needs more. LORD, I wait for You.
21Jan25b
Some idea teased and this fell very flat.
I Can't Cull Any Visions After Dark?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCII)
Home's where you try for half a second's sense
T'erase or banish work and stress, t'avail
Yerself of life beyond those four walls' trail
To nowhere, fraught with dreams of yonder dense
With import, which can only be fleshed thence
Out when at home, yet somehow they lack bail
Once you kin breathe? Put on the kettle, hail
A cuppa, and live dreams like you've defense.
Why am I fin'lly what, now as it were?
Slept off lo, Tuesday, after errands to
And fro, with laundry, dishes, breakfast fer
My tasks once home. How'd sleeping erm, renew
Good sense is't? For the vap'rous dreams thet'd stir
Are gone, and I'm left in the mundane view.
21Jan25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2025 16:33
- Comment from author about the poem: The erasure by badly needed sleep was more effective than I'd imagined. No wonder I'm having fun, eh?! Enjoy?
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Sleep deprivation can make life difficult and work more so. I've been known to sleep on the job sometimes standing. A poem of hard life.
Jumpin Joe Howzafart .. how true these words ring to me Missy .. tis indeed a dreadful fliction to have bestowed upon one by another .. I have myself been known to hallucinate due to deprivation of sleep .. and dread being on call these daze and nights .. I generally see black flapping things like bin liners or bats and I aint talkin cricket .. Its a shame you are over there .. if you were over here .. I would make sure you got your head down .. 😉👍
Well, and thank you very kindly, dear friend. Having neither thought nor intended these stanzas as a tribute to the hellish miseries of third shift which I used to pull routinely, fought for over a year to escape and was granted for a number of months before they began trying to force me back into it, of late nearly the rule, still these never thought to be the poster children in that light. Thank you very, very much for your kind and sweet comment! I've missed you.
Enjoy? ain't nothing to enjoy in sleep depravation and being f....d about by experts.
Precisely, dear Sir. But...what can I say? These stanzas weren't intended as illustration in the case but having been designated thus, alas, it is supposedly the case. Glad you enjoyed, I guess? Thank you for your kind comment.
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