Insomnia All day waiting for a chance to sleep Next to honey, love of mine Even kitty can find rest NO not me. Tossing turning Snoring gently Snoring loudly Grumble grrrrr On my back One side the other Nothing doing Just can`t sleep. If I could doze Or maybe count sheep But I have no luck In either one Another endless night With no relief in sight I can`t even grump I have too much on my mind WHAAAAA I just want to sleep Is that too much to ask I think I`ll make myself A nice hot cup of tea.

Quietly I walk along the sea outside my door Seeing the many changes in the rolling waves The high peaks and the low The broiling and the slow The angry and the teasing The hurricane and the still. I have seen them all and yet, Still I`m drawn to the deep blue sea.

A sence of humor An awesome bit of fun A quieter lady A diva of sorts. A random child She keeps us hopping She listens to A different drummer She is Laura of a diverse bent.

Nixee, what a soft-spoken gal Of an insightful mind An extraordinary facility for Making mountains into molehills. She is my friend And I hope she`ll always be one.

With a humerous intent And a hard working mind A twinkle in his eyes Confusion over what his place is In the grand scheme of things He is a friend of mine, Finus. He has a love of cars and anime A young person with a twisted mind He is himself.

My friend is a redhead What more can I say She has graced my life With her friend ship And I am made the better For it. She has an ability To gather around her Writers and other intelligentia At her weekly/monthly bbqs And we are amused by it And come away cleansed. Thank you muse humana For spiking this humble poet`s spark To writing poetry again.

My old meow is a birthday girl today Fourteen years and counting. She came to me as a holiday gift And has shown she loves me often. Will not tolerate others of her kind Dogs and people are taboo. My hubby she will accept on her bed But woe to anyone else. Yeah my old puss is a birthday gal today In her dotage I`d say. She sleeps at my feet,howls and purrs Most times, after all she`s Siamese.

Ken was invited to dinner in one of his flyer buddies place. The gent was from Iraq, one of the princes from that region in the 1970`s. He told Ken to be there at 6 so he could thank him for giving him help on a project that he didn`t quite have the understanding for, English being a second language for him. Davvud had on one of his tapes of oriental music. Ken was listening when his host came running out of his little kitchen and said, "Give me your boots!" He was puzzled by the strange requ...

Feeling yucky is no fun, But knowing you must go, Out upon the streets to tend, To your young one needs. Appointments every where you go, None of them for you. Coughing, sneezing, sleepy most times, Getting no where, feeling blue. But there is an end in sight, One day I will be,better But it takes so long A month or more it seems.

Tap... tap... tap... of little feet Joyful giggling in other room... Pattren of a little one Kept in happy bliss. Drugs do put up ugly head Unknowing are grandpa and I... Scary when we get a knock Taken from us little one... Mom in hospital having baby Taken from her drugs in infant... Terror of what may come... Jumping through all and sundry hoops, Getting closer... that is all... Then the day arrives. Back in charge the couple is... With their babies once again... Only two more hoops to go ...