Category Archives: Poetry

Poem 9

Posted on September 16, 2013 by Michael

writers block prohibits me from describing boredom. my boredom generates a tantrum. sit with arms crossed lips in serious pout, stamping of feet for added effect. are you writing this down? bastard! not fair!!!! a poem from my boredom my … Continue reading →

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Poem 8

Posted on September 16, 2013 by Michael

  when I was small merely a child I could walk in safety on concrete paths simple things would fit my tiny hands a walk to the shop was a norm with threepence knotted in the corner of a hanky. … Continue reading →

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Poem 6

Posted on September 15, 2013 by Michael

As I walked in the fields I stopped by a hedge In the hedge was a small nest In the nest was even smaller fledgling. Before me was new life, precious, unique. I may never see this again, I shall … Continue reading →

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Poem 5

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Michael

when I leave will I be missed? will you even notice? or am I just a person, someone you once knew? you cared, that I cared knowing now you don’t cruels me of all hope. you searched me out. my … Continue reading →

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Poem 4

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Michael

in my dreams is a place I know not so far from here. a stream brims over tiny falls and eddies in languid pools of blue united with the watery world like mermaids you dive under waters, that purify your … Continue reading →

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Poem 3

Posted on September 12, 2013 by Michael

standing in the doorway your smile seduces me your form visible ~ an outline a presence that delights me our hands reach across the void but when I turn to you…you’re gone can it be that you are nothing but an … Continue reading →

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Poem 2

Posted on September 11, 2013 by Michael

Write me a story What do you see? Is it real or make believe? Every word I write, is from my heart Every word, crafted for you I want you on this journey friend Who knows what port we shall … Continue reading →

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Poem 1

Posted on September 11, 2013 by Michael

  Poem 1   Can you call me? Are you game? It’s not a dare Believe it or not I don’t bite I even smell ok I’m me And me is fine.

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