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Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Sep 24, 2008 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

Snoring


My nerve got the irks
When he reached that high pitch
I try to rest these eyes
As his blast pierce my ears

My mind begins to melt
As understanding starts to boil
In a pool of vast confusion
My serenity takes a dive

Leaves caught in a breeze
Hail on a tin rooftop
Peace on the raven wings
My inner beast starts to roar

Then life returns to me
When my heel took a bribe
— Barbara Writes, Sep 24, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

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Mark

Mark

17 years 10 months ago

LoooL

Put a sock in his mouth ROFL Barbara you look awfly young these days ;) Mark Old bandits are really young rascals.
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Mark, sock-good idea LOL

Smiles:) Barbara Thanks for the comment, he makes me feel young again at heart, my first grand. he snores as I write thanks Jess, will see about those strips
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

Duct tape, my friend... duct tape...

Actually, in all seriousness, those Breathe Right strips work really well. Laughing at Mark's comment..... she's found the fountain of youth! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "Johnny was a chemist’s son, but Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H2O, was really H2SO4...."
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easylife_2

17 years 10 months ago

Good write Barbara

Its good that your grandchild makes you feel young at heart again,and a strong no to the socks and duct tape LOL.Thank you.

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