Poetry and Sleep
Competition Poems
Recruitment to the Canadian Sleep Society
Mike Fitzpatrick
Come join the Canadian Sleep Society.
Relax—we’re not noted for having propriety.
You’ll learn about sleep
And of knowledge drink deep,
But never have to worry about sobriety.
Canada conquers the APSS
Mike Fitzpatrick
The empty hall echoed the voice of a sleep perfectionist
His only audience, alas, the APSS projectionist.
For discerning APSS members worth their salt
Were at the CSS dinner, with a glass of malt.
At last our Southern colleagues have become selectionist!
The Dream
Kathleen M. Beauchemin
Sleep, do not forgo me,
for it is with great anticipation
that I await your adventures.
To you, I entrust my soul each night,
that I should be led
as fate desires,
through dark, ominous corridors
that pull, weight, and try to prevent me;
through fires, floods, and to foe that torment me.
But your challenges, I, nevertheless welcome,
for they inevitably lead me to escape.
And only here am I momentarily transformed,
empowered and enveloped,
in ecstasy and magic,
of the living and the dead.
Then safely freed and quietly returned,
to the comforts of my bed.
Don’t Quack-Up Your Sleep
Sharon A. Chung
Backwoods John had a problem to brood:
Always tired and sleep nightly elude.
But John’s judgment was slack,
He went off to a quack,
A man of no training and crude.
The foul brews and rank potions were hard to endure,
With herb baths and skunk lotions that smelled like manure.
Tired John set his mind:
“A real sleep doctor I’ll find
T’get advice and treatment that’s for sure!”
Exam and sleep study at the start,
Told true doc the advice to impart:
“Proper sleep hygiene, a CPAP machine”,
Now John sleeps to the good of his heart.
Sleeping Katz Family
Sleep
Philip Katz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I’m sleeping.
Buzz off!
Sleep
Sharon Katz
I’m trying to sleep
all snuggled up tight
Till you let in the light.
Please let me finish my nap
otherwise I might just snap!
Sleep
Lara Katz
Get lost in your dreams
feel yourself release the maps and compasses
in your mind
let your heart guide the way.
Stroll though your dreams
wander, ramble and roam
keep an open mind
let yourself free
Soar through your dreams
like a baby eagle learning to fly
you may stumble and fall into a nightmare
but spread your wings and pull yourself out.
Sleep
Justin Katz
My time to rest
Peaceful sleeping
Every night when the lights go out
Its my time to rest.
When I get home, I can’t wait
until I can curl up in bed and
have a long……..lasting…..
Sleep.
I just want to Sleep
Aviva Klompas
Every morning at seven thirty-three,
my alarm goes off, abruptly waking me.
With heavy lids and messy hair,
I slam the “snooze” of the awful blare.
For ten precious minutes I am free,
but then the clock hits forty-three.
The awful noise begins once more,
annoying me to my very core.
It keeps on beeping till I get up,
that's when it gets a great big clup!
I stumble to the dresser to get my clothes,
on good days I won’t trip and land on my nose.
With eyes half open I bumble around,
going through my routine till I hear a pound.
It’s my mom at the door shouting at me.
I have to be downstairs by the count of three.
I go down the stairs lacking my usual grace,
and fall into a chair at the breakfast place.
My choice are “Raisin Bran” or “Shredded Wheat”,
I’d rather have “Sugar Bombs” to blast me out of my seat.
I pick at the raisins and chew my bran,
I’ve never been a big raisin fan.
It’s eight o’clock and I’m in big trouble,
my homework’s not done and we’re leaving “On the double”.
As we drive to school I scribble and study,
my only hope is to copy my buddy.
I run through this awful and sad little play,
at seven thirty-three Monday to Friday.
There are only two days when I don’t make a peep,
on Saturday and Sunday I just want to sleep.
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