I can’t answer that question~ I always fall asleep before my wife does
I’m lying here
In my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
Waiting (not patiently)
For my pregnant brain
To quiet down
Waiting for the
Swishing sound
Between my ears
To finally cease
Waiting for your light snoring
To begin, so that mine
Can take over
Waiting in my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
But I’m not alone
You are there
On your side
Of the caved in bed
A million miles away
With your head
Facing north
And mine
Facing south
Opposite of you
What dreams do you see
Are they of me
I envy your sleep
But also pity you
Because this nocturnal poem
Won’t write itself
And I realize something too
Run on sentences
Even at 2:09 a.m.
Still makes me furious
But I’m too lazy
To change it now
And there are those
Who wouldn’t notice anyway
Or even care
Snoring Serenity!
The slumbering scent of flowers/
in the valleyside villages sprout/
lyrics through photosynthetic process/
for butterflies to cluster with love/
and pollinate with caress/.
The moon in the cloudless night/
snores serenity with its shiny light/
to the world in perfect time and prime/
without receiving a dime/.
oh, what a great snoring serenity you're/.
Let me expire in your sweet arms tonight
Let me give you my love, my last breath
Revive me, love me, and kiss me. Until death
We had promised to be together, that's right.
In your arms, I'm at ease and quite comfortable
There I feel being in heaven. I have tears in my eyes
Because we are in love. You understand my cries
My pains, my worries. You help me feel very stable.
Darling, you make me who I am. You put me to sleep
You rock me from time to time, like a lonely hammock
On a windy Sunday afternoon. Listen to the deep beep
Of my heart. Keep on soothing and caressing my back.
Read it again. Let me snore in your soft arms tonight
Let's keep our promise to be together until our last breath
Dream with me, rock me and love me as I love you until death
The birds are chirping. Get up, love; so we can redo it every night.
Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Ageing retainer
losing hearing
and codependent consciousness
in this silent sacred season
snoring snowy wonder
A winterish hibernating memory,
Dreams of globally peaceful slumber
resolving GoldenRules
engaging compassionately personal
political powering plunder
and mortal offending self-righteousness
Getting mine
while I still can
Revisiting now absent win/win sensory Spring
of outdoor lusty,
wildly crusty
sacred wonder
as I snow-bound
OldMan wander
into passionately dormant wonder.
Two friends went on a weekend tour
All night one of them did snore …grrrrrr
The other sat up
She could not put up
She murmured “What awful bore!”…rrrrr
Nov.18.2022
A Fun Holiday Limerick
Syllables- 8-8-5-5-8 ( HMS )
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Snoring
A process
So natural and uncontrolled
Telling people
You're asleep and defendless
You're so innocent
And arrogance
A character so volatile
Telling people
Your peer groups
Your colleagues
Your boss
You're challenging
Dangerous and unwelcome
Inviting openly
Unforcasted enmity
Snoring is happening on both sides of me.
Two dogs, two snoring creatures.
It sounds delectable and delightful.
I type as fast as I can, thinking of a good nap.
Crazy that when I was younger, I despised them
And now I live for them; I love them.
I cannot get enough of them.
Thank you, dogs.
I call it purring when it’s convenient
to me — the soft, gentle sound of you asleep.
But in the middle of the night, with your
nostrils roaring and me, wide awake,
is when I call it
snoring.
Pounding, drenching, teeming rain
Is coming down so fast
The flowers on my brand-new mum
Are gone; I’d hoped they’d last.
The downpours seem to alternate
With lulls of less intent
But don’t be fooled - the pace will soon
Renew our discontent.
Some places have tornado scares;
For us, some floods may flow.
It’s raining and it’s pouring;
The old man is snoring so!
in recliner on sandy beach he went to sleep,
his faithful wife, sat by his side, began to weep,
all that money wasted on such a lazy cause,
his snoring whistles like sea waves play without pause!
3rd placement
Written 30/08/21
Milton L Hankins sponsored
Light Verse(2) contest
12 syllables each line
AaBb rhyme
Saturated, each
labored breath
holds the weight of
a jet plane,
rumbling through
closed bedroom doors,
booming with echos
down the hallway's
extension, unfaltering to
continuous clock ticks,
rattling with shouts
above the pounding rain,
penetrating through
cork canal barricades,
brazen and relentless
in the hour of rest.
6-25-2021
~While I nodded nearly sleeping my snores was hurt all around the house the family knew I was alive and breathing~
11/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Snoring can be a reason for divorce
Resembling the snoring of a horse
With pillow on head
Displeasure instead
Enough to cause screams until one's hoarse
Beneath this stone lies Uncle Fred
Whose snoring woke up all the dead
Some ghosts arose
To pinch his nose
According to what Auntie said
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