Sleep, My Friend

Sleep, my friend….

Iced or warm, the bourbon burns

Down my hollow throat to where it goes

The liquid spawns my rues and churns

Then stillness comes a ready dose

 

Upon my tongue the tastes of rye

In subtle hints it lingers on

So smooth the texture when applied

It suits the background saxophone

 

Beyond my panes the cosmos call

The dreams of many, then of one

My pen to ready, words to fall

The verse is like a hired gun.

 

The inkwell bullets charged in black

The vellum sits upon the oak

Ascribed those words to bring me back

And let those feelings really soak

 

I dwell in oft persuasive thoughts

Unsure of how to scribe my words

Where sleep becomes an afterthought

I dabble with some nouns and verbs

 

The fire burns with haunting light

The crackle sparks my slumbered muse

My pen, the blade of wielded might,

To script of all my different views.

 

I keep the fire burning bright

With failed attempts I stoke the rage

My windows glowing through the night

As all emotions hit the page.

 

I whip a tale of worldly fights

Of man and how he struggles on

His rage, his joy, his thorny plight

The breakdown of his paragon.

 

The moment he’s in need of love

A woman there to hold him tight

To fight for him without the gloves

To be there when he’s lost his might.

 

I’ll craft her lips and then her heart

Her lips for which he ‘ll ever kiss

I craft her brain and other parts

A brain so they can reminisce

 

A way so they can explore themselves

Explore those eyes of azure sky

Explores their thoughts, the parallels

Explore how chemistry applies

 

And then I’ll write some cheesy line

Some pick up quote to lure her in

Something so trite but genuine

A spot for where true love begins.

 

I’ll follow that with swift heart break

A plight that makes you scratch your head

The moment where a small mistake

Could leave this union all but dead

 

I’ll craft the art of making up

The poem that becomes their flesh

The hunger that desire cups

And serves up an erotic mess.

 

I’ll set the scene of sprawled off sheets

Of pillow cases on the floor

The aftermath of lust’s caprice

A negligee draped on the door

 

The morning next with thin regrets

With haunting doubts of down the road

Is makeup sex with cigarettes

The best it gets for this abode.

 

I’ll write of how they made the choice

To bring a child into this world

To see their bonding have a voice

A little boy or little girl

 

I’ll pen their days up to their death

Of graduations and of life

I’ll pen the days of their last breaths

Of when the reaper swung his knife.

 

I’ll conjure up some sorry scene

Of funerals and tears of ache

Someday you’ll see it on a screen

But first off let me take this break…

(falls asleep)

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

10 thoughts on “Sleep, My Friend

  • April 23, 2019 at 1:53 PM
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    Ah! World of the writer – creativity usually starts when all else is done, we are relaxed and tired after a long day, stress-free for the moment, start writing strong, then the eyes just cannot stay open and we are out in another world where dreams give us more to write about next time creativity strikes. Nice penning and great rhyme as always, Paul. I always enjoy reading your poetry.

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    • May 6, 2019 at 9:16 AM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis. I am glad you enjoyed it. Sorry I’ve been not so present recently. I will try to make more appearances.

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    • May 6, 2019 at 9:17 AM
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      Thank you so much Rasma, I’m glad you enjoyed this. If only I could write the novel I spin every night while I sleep

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  • April 29, 2019 at 9:43 AM
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    The suspense of thinking and planning what to write about is perfectly captured in this whimsical piece of writing. We’ve all been there at one time of another, but you’ve really nailed it with this descriptive piece – very nice

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    • May 6, 2019 at 9:18 AM
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      Thank you so much Ralph. It is always difficult to try and get everything perfect.

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  • May 5, 2019 at 9:48 AM
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    I loved how you took me through the journey of the writer in such a precise and compelling fashion. This truly was a remarkable read! Jamie

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    • May 6, 2019 at 9:18 AM
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      Thank you very much Jamie. I am glad you enjoyed this.

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  • May 6, 2019 at 7:54 PM
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    You captured it perfectly, Paul, and your words, as always, a pleasure to read. I so often fall asleep in the middle of writing something. Often I have come to a point that I get a mind blank and sit there pondering until I fall asleep. Later, either as a result of a dream or a lightbulb moment when I waken mind refreshed….I can sit and finish as the words just flow.

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    • May 14, 2019 at 11:09 AM
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      Isn’t that the best when you have that epiphany and the words start to flow. Thank you so much for your kind words John.

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