WINKS

When the day breaks, it’s time for me to get up
I drag myself out of bed for that coffee in a cup
I think upon all the work and things I need to do
The thought came, my winks were only a few

O well, a few winks is what I manage to run on
The days of having a full tank is way long gone
Seems in these times we get by with less and less
But yet our economical state, is in a far worse mess

There’s always someone telling us what to do
And then another saying I don’t agree with you
Who’s fault, does not matter one way are the other
The evidence states , we're all in trouble brother

Answer to all this, God is the only one that knows
But do you ask Him, which way you should go
No! you sit up there in your white ivory towers
Passing hair brain schemes in the midnight hours

Do you remember, united we stand divided we fall
With this nonsense and bickering amongst you all
Or is that a phrase long forgotten from the past
Like In God We Trust, for the pits of hell, is cast

The world watching America become a laughing stock
When out of your mouth comes phony baloney poppy cock
Those right wings and left wings flying around up there
Leave impressions of angels in Washington square

And to think a few winks is what I manage to run on
The days of having a full tank is way long gone
America, turn back to God, your standing at the brink
You've had way too many ,too many WINKS…

Patricia A Moore
January 18,2010

Dreamland

Good Morning…Good Night… I sit wide awake
wondering when sleep will visit for my sake
Pondering the question running through me head
Why am I not in that bed..

Tossed and turned till I finally got up
Made a cup of coffee on which I sup
Hearing a sudden sound I turned an spin
There was Sir Colin with dimples and grin

Fair maid why didst thou not sleep
Hast thou forgotten to count the sheep
Or even raccoons in thy head
When thee lay upon thy bed

Mayst I ask the one of noble degree
How many ewes will it take me to see
Are raccoons running up yon pole
Before this answer I woudst know

I will that sugar plums were tossing in mine head
Then I woudst have sweet dreams in me stead
Shall I count backwards from hundred to 0
Then off to dreamland I shoudst go


Last night I didst fine
I went to sleep at the count of nine
Fair maid Patty thou shouldst not weep
I fell over for I talked myself to sleep
I hast come to say some words in thy ear
And dreamland for thee will soon then appear



O let it be of a kings decree
How this Irish poet didst help me
Let it be heard throughout the land
The name of the Bard is Colin Stephen..
THE END
Patricia A Moore &Colin S Moffett
August 2009