Like a fly without his/her buzz
even popping a guarana (caffeine) does
not shake the feeling
like brain covered with fuzz
no matter how hard I try eyelids claps
shut nor how many hours of sleep elapse
offers nary reprieve folds
welded tightly shut
feel like they weigh
much as a ton mud covered flaps,
thus thought to summon
meager energy reserves perhaps
generating poetic lines
interrupted by taking constant naps
but no matter eyelids
weigh heavy as a ton steel traps
narcolepsy not ruled out since
tired body struggles as if gasping for air,
yet such fatigued state uncommon for me,
though bothersome to grin and bear
this bout of sleepiness, where this
white knight chess sleeps
trouble free aye declare
quality deep rapid eye
movement marked noticed
since medication taken
to treat debilitating anxiety e'er
concomitant panic attacks, where psyche
got rent asunder send
ding this atheist to hell
episodes pained me
forked flaming tongues flare
ling, immobilizing, paralyzing
and stinging entire body,
hence methinks primary cerebral gear
and cog glommed
like a drain clogged with hair
nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay
thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later
diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray
best to surrender whereby
unfettered invisible manacle doth yoke
mine body electric unresponsive, yet woke
to myriad stuff dreams get made
ashen faced flesh impossible mission
to energize (think cattle prod) futile stoke,
thus methinks eternal sleep only option,
whereby yours truly only request do not provoke
nor poke
the bear, but only I make exception for
Little Red Riding Hood,
cuz she ranks as innocent young female folk.
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Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2021 15:54
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Comments2
Wow..and more wow brilliant
I think. Funny witty interesting and clever well done .I really enjoyed now it read how your crafted it to be read in speed I think ...well for me 😁👏
I relish sparring with clever quips...
particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike rumbles stilled skin,
and e'en rouses this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) awake,
where mine inside belly doth pleasantly ache
jollity the best medicine most thus spake,
asper garden variety doctor would attest,
one need not buy, nor spend real or "FAKE"
money, yet brilliant comeback (as averred by
unnamed modest chap) sweeter than cheesecake
moist definitely more delectable than grubstake
jamming gobstopper with yodels, ring dings,
or mouth size edible chocolate candied drake,
a propensity for parrying humorously recently
adopted, though occasionally embarrass self,
and perhaps I might momentarily even forsake
such wordplay, but honing humorous turns
of phrases come roaring back to partake, and
appease simple pleasure inexplicably to satiate
passion with English Language and slake
unquenchable thirst experiencing euphoria,
(albeit short lived) giddy as if I won sweepstake
this newfound affinity with whittling words
manifested during throes of fatherhood,
when ceaseless parental demands sought fast break
from learning to accommodate lest stressful
overwhelming anguish find me undertake
king oft times frazzled state, where among great
anonymous dead poets society, posthumous renown
would be small consolation for widowed missus,
whose two little girls would inconsolably shake
for ever and anon drowning their sweet sorrows,
where profuse tears engender lachrymose lake.
'nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay
thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later
diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray
best to surrender whereby
unfettered invisible manacle doth yoke
mine body electric unresponsive, yet woke'..
an awesome write and pic, dear poet
its funny how inspiration cares little
for our energy levels
when it visits and revives us
with that untameable creative spirit...
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