Insomnia poets society

by Michael   Jun 11, 2017

And so the sands of time
the fettle and fandangle
of the insomniacs sign.


Where all are welcome
whether, old and new
to the insomniac society of
rhythm and blue.

(PnQ darlings I could name
a few.)

but my feeling, from the PnQ wood work
some-more will pour through.
But we are here to help and support
as we are 24/7 so we cannot
mission abort.

Although an irony of such
a labelled bore,
a welcoming body has its
opening doors.
Which helps me when
I stare at four walls
so with virtual palms reached out
I'm sure for sure they're be
a poet about
to share a verse or two
and to shed a shade
of insomnia blue.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Em


    • 1 year ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Em
      you are a star

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    Awe-somniac. (Using your word, hehe.)

    • 1 year ago

      by Michael

      Thank you fellow Awe-somniac :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Ren

    Love this!!

    • 1 year ago

      by Michael

      Much thank yous Miss Ren

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