Monday Memories: Sweetest Dream

This updated poem was first-published in March, 2019.  Every day I accept the personal challenge to follow a healthy lifestyle in managing my blood glucose levels.  With proper exercise, eating right, and taking medications, I have been able to succeed.  I sometimes use humor as a tool to keep myself motivated, and writing this poem serves this purpose.

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Sleeping at night brings pleasurable dreams my way

Dreaming of sugar-filled treats most every single day

 

Tasting a doughnut filled with vanilla cream

Allowing my sweet tooth to sample a dream

 

Advising the doughnut to vanish and scamper away

Appearing next, freshly baked cookies wish to stay

 

Smelling the melted chocolate and cookie dough

Rolling over, my taste buds scream out to know

 

Dashing dreams of cookies, a delicious pie arrives

Looking at coconut cream is a mammoth surprise

 

Tossing in bed, my mouth anticipates the sweetest taste

Cruising into my dream, appears a cake—freshly baked

 

Licking my lips, velvety-rich chocolate cake will be my fate

Sampling the moisture-rich texture seems a perfect mate

 

Closing my fantasy suddenly, my mind stirs awake

Remembering to manage my sugars is no mistake

 

Envisioning so many tantalizing, indulging treats

Controlling sugar levels will be a bitter-filled feat

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Monday Memories: Nighttime Rain

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Lying wide awake during a lonely, rainy night

Hearing the moisture-rich drops taking flight

 

Trying to return to a dreamy sleep, without much pause

Failing because of music, those steady drops will cause

 

Remembering Eddie Rabbitt’s song of a beautiful sight

Declaring once again, he truly loves another rainy night

 

Imagining each rainy drop bouncing about

Wetting the ground with its showery clout

 

Rolling eyes over walls of a darkened room

Realizing morning light will arrive very soon

 

Recalling rainy mirages, memories hidden in the past

Hoping this precious rain shower will continue to last

 

Thinking of growing puddles, continuing to flow about

Watching rapid flash flooding, with creeks spilling out

 

Driving down a wet, shiny road with lights burning bright

Blinding radiance bounces back to impair one’s eyesight

 

Wondering where seldom-used umbrella went

Requiring it now, despite being twisted and bent

 

Smelling the soft fragrance of a summer rain

Realizing its sweet fullness will slowly wane

 

Allowing the steady patter of rain to sing

Falling asleep before the new day brings

 

Dreaming of future adventures in a drizzle so wet

Knowing it will offer more than anything seen yet

 

Here is a link to the unforgettable Eddie Rabbit singing “I Love a Rainy Night.”

Monday Memories: Dreams Start Young

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Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

A young girl aspires to play volleyball with her all

Setting eyes on her future, she answers the call

 

Almost daily it seems, she practices again in the yard

Bumping a volleyball back up on the roof, isn’t so hard

 

This determined and skilled lady moves up in her years

Realizing always, playing volleyball brings her little fear

 

As she enters middle school, she plays on her first team

Enjoying the competition, making her face always beam

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

Her soft hands and calmness, make her a skilled setter

Roaming the back row, her ball-hawking is even better

 

With a purpose, she enters high school and plays a key role

Setting up her teammates with accurate precision—Whoa!

 

Her teammates rally around her confident leadership

Wearing #9, her unruffled play leads and rarely slips

 

Her team charts a perfect season and a trip to State

Falling just a bit short, second place will be their fate

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

The team moves forward with her unselfish play

Becoming a volleyball dynasty, even to this day

 

A relaxed, confident smile masks her intense competitiveness

Elevating her game, encouraging her team to lofty greatness

 

Now her team looks more determined, than ever before

Bringing its school and town, a perfect season of scores

 

Returning to State, the setter and her mates are up to the task

Capturing the school’s very first volleyball State crown, at last

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

The Wildcats secure two more trips to State, to complete her career

Continuing a rich and winning volleyball tradition, without any tears

 

As her high school career begins its closing, thrilling year

Tasting defeat so very few times, makes opponents fear

 

“Wow, she hasn’t graduated yet!”—An opposing coach winks

Playing in these final State matches, her skills remain in sync

 

An incredible volleyball player, will no longer pass and roam

Remembering those times of practicing, in the yard at home

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

 

 

Monday Memories: Fairy Tale Dream

This poem has been updated from its original post from February, 2019.  Take note of a technique used in the style which links each pair of verses together.  

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Jack hurriedly climbs the lofty beanstalk

Hoping to take Cinderella out for a walk

 

Cinderella looks out her window, slightly bitter

Left with Little Boy Blue, her tiny, glass slipper

 

Little Boy Blue feels like enjoying an afternoon nap

Hearing Snow White calling awakens him in a snap

 

Snow White hopes the Seven Dwarfs hurry back

Fearing the Big Bad Wolf will hide her in his sack

 

The Big Bad Wolf plans to enjoy a scrumptious feast

Hiding from Little Jack Horner who lives in the East

 

Little Jack Horner feels too full to devour a pie

Leaving the sweets for Jill who says, “Oh my!”

 

Jill loses her footing, tumbling down and down

Causing Jack to wake up, with a sleepy frown

 

Little Jack’s wonderful dream felt pleasing and fine

Reminding him that more stories wait for next time

 

Sweetest Dream

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Sleeping at night brings pleasurable dreams my way

Dreaming of sugar-filled treats most every single day

 

Tasting a doughnut filled with vanilla cream

Allowing my sweet tooth to sample a dream

 

Advising the doughnut to vanish and scamper away

Appearing next, freshly baked cookies wish to stay

 

Smelling the melted chocolate and cookie dough

Rolling over, my taste buds scream out to know

 

Dashing dreams of cookies, a delicious pie arrives

Looking at coconut cream is a mammoth surprise

 

Tossing in bed, my mouth anticipates the sweetest taste

Cruising into my dream, appears a cake—freshly baked

 

Licking my lips, velvety-rich chocolate cake will be my fate

Sampling the moisture-rich texture seems a perfect mate

 

Closing my fantasy suddenly, my mind stirs awake

Remembering to manage my sugars is no mistake

 

Envisioning so many tantalizing, indulging treats

Controlling sugar levels will be a bitter-filled feat

 

Using humor is one way that I have taken control of my Type 2 diabetic condition.  I have pretty much abstained from sugar-filled treats (some of my past favorites are described in the poem).  Presently, I am no longer considered pre-diabetic, but I continue to maintain a healthy lifestyle with proper eating, taking meds, and exercising.

 

 

Fairy Tale Dream

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Jack hurriedly climbs the lofty beanstalk

Hoping to take Cinderella out for a walk

 

Cinderella looks out her window, slightly bitter

Left with Little Boy Blue, her tiny, glass slipper

 

Little Boy Blue feels like enjoying an afternoon nap

Hearing Snow White calling awakens him in a snap

 

Snow White hopes the Seven Dwarfs hurry back

Fearing the Big Bad Wolf will hide her in his sack

 

The Big Bad Wolf plans to enjoy a scrumptious feast

Hiding from Little Jack Horner who lives in the East

 

Little Jack Horner feels too full to devour a pie

Leaving the sweets for Jill who says, “Oh my!”

 

Jill loses her footing, tumbling down and down

Causing Jack to wake up, with a sleepy frown

 

Little Jack’s wonderful dream felt pleasing and fine

Reminding him that more stories wait for next time

 

 

Nighttime Rain

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Lying wide awake during a lonely, rainy night

Hearing the moisture-rich drops taking flight

 

Trying to return to a dreamy sleep, without much pause

Failing because of music, those steady drops will cause

 

Remembering Eddie Rabbitt’s song of a beautiful sight

Declaring once again, he truly loves another rainy night

 

Imagining each rainy drop bouncing about

Wetting the ground with its showery clout

 

Rolling eyes over walls of a darkened room

Realizing morning light will arrive very soon

 

Recalling rainy mirages, memories hidden in the past

Hoping this precious rain shower will continue to last

 

Thinking of growing puddles, continuing to flow about

Watching rapid flash flooding, with creeks spilling out

 

Driving down a wet, shiny road with lights burning bright

Blinding radiance bounces back to impair one’s eyesight

 

Wondering where seldom-used umbrella went

Requiring it now, despite being twisted and bent

 

Smelling the soft fragrance of a summer rain

Realizing its sweet fullness will slowly wane

 

Allowing the steady patter of rain to sing

Falling asleep before the new day brings

 

Dreaming of future adventures in a drizzle so wet

Knowing it will offer more than anything seen yet

 

 

Dreams Start Young

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Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

A young girl aspires to play volleyball with her all

Setting eyes on her future, she answers the call

 

Almost daily it seems, she practices again in the yard

Bumping a volleyball back up on the roof, isn’t so hard

 

This determined and skilled lady moves up in her years

Realizing always, playing volleyball brings her little fear

 

As she enters middle school, she plays on her first team

Enjoying the competition, making her face always beam

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

Her soft hands and calmness, make her a skilled setter

Roaming the back row, her ball-hawking is even better

 

With a purpose, she enters high school and plays a key role

Setting up her teammates with accurate precision—Whoa!

 

Her teammates rally around her confident leadership

Wearing #9, her unruffled play leads and rarely slips

 

Her team charts a perfect season and a trip to State

Falling just a bit short, second place will be their fate

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

The team moves forward with her unselfish play

Becoming a volleyball dynasty, even to this day

 

A relaxed, confident smile masks her intense competitiveness

Elevating her game, encouraging her team to lofty greatness

 

Now her team looks more determined, than ever before

Bringing its school and town, a perfect season of scores

 

Returning to State, the setter and her mates are up to the task

Capturing the school’s very first volleyball State crown, at last

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

The Wildcats secure two more trips to State, to complete her career

Continuing a rich and winning volleyball tradition, without any tears

 

As her high school career begins its closing, thrilling year

Tasting defeat so very few times, makes opponents fear

 

“Wow, she hasn’t graduated yet!”—An opposing coach winks

Playing in these final State matches, her skills remain in sync

 

An incredible volleyball player, will no longer pass and roam

Remembering those times of practicing, in the yard at home

 

Bumping the ball, again and again without error

Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player

 

A father deserves a moment to praise his daughter.  To read more about my other two daughters, go to A Daughter Born and A Daughter’s Special Day.