To the sound of a gentle snore

One hour slowly turns
To two then three
The sound persists softly
Beside me
The house remains almost silent
Traffic calm
Only 'mares will bring malice
Or threats of harm

No sign of a rescue
That will come with dawn
No saviour to save me
From this endless yawn
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Leave the sport app alone
Click everything to standby
Put down that phone

Try as I might
Sleep just won't come
I'm immune to it's calling
To it's powers I'm numb
Just as the light
Bangs it's red rising drum
I might relent
And finally seccumb

All to the sound of a gentle snore
In your dreams I hope up high you soar

Time ticks as I type
Darkness still pervades
But slowly now the traffic
Sound invades
Four thirty nine it is
I woke at 2am
Certain that tomorrow
Won't be any less mayhem

Try as I might
Sleep just won't come
I'm immune to it's calling
To it's powers I'm numb
Just as the light
Bangs it's red rising drum
I might relent
And finally seccumb

All to the sound of a gentle snore
In your dreams I hope up high you soar

City of........

In the mood for writing poems
I am not
But here's a short train journey
That I've got
Whizzing through the city of Brum
Where posh-ish place preceeds dirty slum
Embankments filled with leaves of brown
In that travellers perfume I may surely drown
So here's my thoughts laid bare
To see
The ramblings and musings
Of dropfor3

Mr Ticket Inspector seems
Gruff and hoarse
As we roll along, on time
On course
Out of the tunnels in to light we glide
The city fans look right with pride
Past depot and factory, busy all
Their greyness does little to inspire, enthral
On and on, now Spaghetti's
In sight
Speeding on in the dimmest
Of light

In the mood for Birmingham
I'm not
There's a lot about this place
I've forgot
Home of my birth you may be so
But my heart does not adore, you know
It's tired and dull, lifeless and sad
I see so little good, and too much bad
But that might just be my
Eyesight failing
Second city, for me your
Train's derailing