Do you suffer from insomnia?

Question: Do you suffer from insomnia!?

Hamsun's Hunger and The Rest

At night it’s
usually Bukowski, maybe
something from the local
editorial section
but lately I can’t seem to shake
Hamsun’s Inger, the harelip,
the dead baby
the Nazi threat that never
quite made sense
to me, the fear of Hunger
the want to write
my own
fears, and Charles
says sure and sure
And they all speak of madness
And bluebirds
And madness again
and I roll over and
MAD magazine
Seems like a good idea gone
bad, and I dream of Inger
with a million
dead babies
and
a perfect set
of lips,
and morning finally
comes, alone,
and weary!.
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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:

Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze,"
In the next line, it "whispers through the trees",
If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep,"
The reader's threatened (not in vain) with "sleep";

[Alexander Pope]

I don't see how even the most heavyweight insomnia could survive a poem such as yours!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I think all writers suffer from a little fear of madness,
and from the insomnia of a racing mind!.!.
you will write of you own fears!.!.!.alas!.!.!.in this you have begun!.
You may be weary,
but you are hardly alone, my son!.
Alone only within that brilliant mind of yours!.

Your answers so far show the depth of emotions this poem evoked!.!.!.
like using a stick of dynamite to fish in a lake!.!.!.
toss it in and BOOM!!!!

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HA! I knoew I was going to see 'deepness' sometime today!. And yeah I do suffer from insomnia!. Caused by worry or by pain!. Whichever decides to keep me awake that night determines the thoughts I have as I struggle to divert them!.

But never have fretted over a hare lip!.!.yet!. Hope now that I have these images in my head, I still won't!.
sheesh!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I do have insomnia, but not the visions you describe, but the weariness, that i do feel!. :(
Powerful words as i drink my first cuppa this morningWww@QuestionHome@Com

if I was dreaming of a million dead babies I would have insomnia too! I have work induced insomnia!. It is cause by working 3 mindnights, one day and on afternoon/evening shift!.!.!.!.!. Maybe I should join up over here and start writing poems about it ;DWww@QuestionHome@Com

Nice poem!.!.Yes i have bouts of it as well!. I go to sleep but i wake up not able to fall back to sleep!. The wheels in my brain start turning and i cant turn them off!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Ahhh, Bukowski and his beer farts!.

Yes, I DO suffer from insomnia!. It's because I am a dyslexic existentialist that stays up all night wondering if DOG exists!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

This poem is much more in depth!. You have a very creative mind!.!.very imaginative!.!.!.!.very eloquent in your words!.!.!.written to hit home!.!.!.and words pack power written in the formation you submitted!.You my dear man have a heart of gold!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I have some insomnia issues,partial sleep nights,twilight sleep,and rarely remember dreams or nightmares!.Some days I have to nap a while!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Yes, I do!.

Can paranoia be counted in as well!.!.!.!?

Edit: I just noticed this is under Poetry!. Anyway, cleverly written, Buk!. Is 'clever' a poem word!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

I only hope you don't imply that I should!.!.!. enjoy it and not suffer from it! :)

edit : wow!! I just noticed this is Poetry category!! I blush now!.!.!.!.
I should have answered in some other way!.!.!.!. Anyway!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Insomnia, yes! Suffer, no! (good piece of poetry, that one!)Www@QuestionHome@Com

Most the time I do not!. I was awake the other night because I drank too much tea probably!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

*jaw drops in amazement at the magnitude of what was written*
Answer: Sometimes
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Awesome verse!.!.!.

I'm impressed!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

More like dementia !Www@QuestionHome@Com

no!.!.!.im usually asleep when i hit the pillow :)Www@QuestionHome@Com

only before an examWww@QuestionHome@Com

Nice! Yes I'm a part time insomniac, but luckily I don't have all the nightmares you mention : )Www@QuestionHome@Com

Thanx for sharing!.!.!.was good to read!!.!.!.and yeah i suffer from Insomnia!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I did last night!. damn it sucks!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

you scared me awakeWww@QuestionHome@Com

that is so moving !.!.!. it bring tears to my eyes!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Hhhmmm!.!.!.!.let me sleep on this!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

i won't be sleeping again!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

no!.!.!.i don'tWww@QuestionHome@Com

Very Deep soul searching words!.Yes! Sleep eludes me!.

Sleep eludes me, I arise
To where a strange sight meets my eyes
My bicycle with twisted pedal
Central spike without a saddle
Stands now with perfect form

Who had come to fix my bike!?
Their secret deeds are so much like
A story by those brothers Grimm
And there’s one thing I can say of them
They’re nicer than the rogue called Aesop

Aesop!? Oh yes, you’ll remember that he said …

There was a son who came to grief
For he became a rotten thief
At the gallows, he called “mother dear”
Then he bit off the old girl’s dear
Yes, Aesop was a strange one

Very strange … nice story for the children …

That set my thoughts to swim
And you could say that of him
He couldn’t be a DIsney writer
And his stories don’t get any lighter
When you grow up and find them once again

But let’s forget those earless mothers
And get back to the German brothers
Fascinating in themselves
But more so when they wrote of elves
And the old shoemaker

Perhaps it was the elves who came
And fixed my bike up as a game
And cheered me up when I’d awoken
From a sleep so truly broken
By dark nightmare

Yes, my centipede illusion
Came again as night intrusion
When I should be deep in sleep
Out of darkness, they do creep
Out of world and mind

They wake me often in the night
Send me searching for their bite
Making me sit up bolt straight
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Times or more

Go forth and multiply, said God
And they did, one by one, they trod
Out where each one breeds
Till the whole world is full of centipedes
And the people, they did cry

… when they saw these fearsome things emerging from the weeds
… for these were not your ordinary garden centipedes

No, they were a foot or more in length
And even when they’re rent
In two or three or five
Each part is still alive
Moving on

Wriggling blindly
Don’t let them find me
What generates such disgust
About these creatures in the dust
As I cower in the corner with my spray

A horror script by Stephen King
With characters like these would bring
Rejection slips, “It’s unconvincing”,
But they don’t know what sets us wincing
Deep in the night when all is real

And when they bite
It’s only right
That I should smite them down
Oh God, I love that word, smite,
Oh yes, I am God
As I spare not the rod
And yet spoil the beasts

Now where are the elves, I wonder
As centipedes come asunder
Underneath my withering attack
Will the elves ever come back
To help me out again

No, alone I fight and thrash the air
Against a foe, is it really there
Taking all this life like God
And then I see they are not shod
Not a shoe between them all

Where are your little shoes, I say
To a centipede that I would slay
But his speech was quite impeded
That happens when you’re centipeded
Yet he breaks out in song

[In Song]
Heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh hoo,
I haven’t got a single shoe
I bite, I eat
I have a million feet
But I haven’t got a single shoe
Oh what can I do
I haven’t got a single shoe

Oh dear I said, that’s no use
Why don’t we call a little truce
And think a while on what to do
For who is happy with no shoe!?
Then I recalled …

Did I mention I am God divine
Just for the few short minutes of this rhyme
So I can do most anything
And I’m most impressed that you can sing
Though you’re a little out of tune

I’m too tired to do the job myself
So I guess I’ll whistle for an elf
He can dolly up some pairs of shoes
End your centipedal blues
And we can have some peace

Me being Irish, I’ve never seen an elf
From beyond the continental shelf
Down in Germany or maybe Spain
But I gave a whistle all the same

And then I see

Not the elves, but the fairies come
Wearing tight black leather on their bum
Two by two, married leprauchauns
A host of Marys who were once called Seans
Well, I as God don’t mind, and why should you!?

The fairies start to make the shoes
And centipedes come round to choose
Then they walk off in the distance
Agreed on happy co-existence
We say goodbye

And so…

I give up the role of God
Laugh at myself with wink and nod
No more nonsense for my head
I turn out the light and go to bed
Where I sleep

Goodnight Buk!.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWww@QuestionHome@Com