Monthly Archives: January 2011

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I’ll get the spirits
Ual come over hereh  sey
here r tic kets mon slick

© Michael Yost

Potluck Poetry

It’s On Tonight


Word whispered out, “It’s on tonight.”The War Machine

Warriors rounded into one

Lightest armor and weapons chose

Into evening we would run

King and men flanked ridges around

Insuring foe’s defeat

Queen and court made ready for fight

Stockpiling bastions for retreat

Advancing slow on sleeping foes

Ice water soon to break

Projectiles at the ready

Balloons will abruptly awake

© 2011 Michael Yost

One Stop Poetry Forms – Ballads  01/31/2011

Gooseberry Garden

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Haiku 8

Bliss Dance

Rose from bone and clay
Help, comfort and company
Eve of destiny

© 2011 Michael Yost

It Was A Cold Rainy Sunday Afternoon

Push hard the black pencilSolace
Making it really dull
Wrinkle and rip the stencil
Give them something to mull

Not with too much tensile
All words need to be culled
Boiled down like the lentil
Leaving nothing made null

© 2011 Michael Yost

Because It’s There

Look at the mountainPoetry On Stone
Crops and holds galore
Hammer slams the forge

Sycophantic beat
Adjective addicts
Slipping rocks slide feet

Over hand reaching
Miss the point passing
Hammer slams the forge

Cold tempered steel slice
Overused device
Save the muscles price

© 2011 Michael Yost

Under Your Feet

Under my sky is under your feetfootprints
Six foot under just out of my reach
Once in a while falls through a cat’s turd
You see it is food for our fat birds

© 2011 Michael Yost
One Shoot Sunday 01/30/2011
With  Iquanyin Moon, Photographer

Senryu Ten

Would never be dreamtHappy Lorakeet Couple
Coming close to reality
Aching happiness

© 2011 Michael Yost

Free Write Friday

not Rapid enuff Transit bitch

Hush little baby don’t you blatRapid Transit
Or momma will lay you out flat
If you get up to dance and sing
Bust your head with this shoe I fling

© 2011 Michael Yost

Her Mantel

Let me lay down right there.escher-mc-auge-2400978
It seems I longer care
Funny I don’t despair
Lay out all feelings bare
Catch my thoughts in midair
Voices no longer blare
Ceiling cracked as I stare
Pink Floyd’s brick fell I swear
No longer need the tare
Her mantel hangs my pair

© 2011 Michael Yost

Kingdom Lost

The blaze filled the night time skyLoveforceNum5
Mountain fairies rescued the queen
Winds loft cinders of souls died
Lost hope growing as her scream

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Friday Poetically

Senryu Nine

Pushing away theePie
Leaves possibility
Of less than all me

© 2011 Michael Yost

Pot O Gold

Emails I receive from ladies afar
Promising a future in the stars
Would it be true I find bizarre
You would have to send money
Fly me across the sea
For you to see me
Then I’d believe
Love for

Pot O Gold

© 2011 Michael Yost

Saddlebag’s Lode

The road I ride hardens my soulSaddlebags
Lies from my lips sealed with a kiss
Her money missed the only toll

Blood in a puddle let the die roll
Crowd gathers in my dark abyss
The road I ride hardens my soul

Ante in chips it’s hit or hold
Twenty one wins losers walk pissed
Her money missed the only toll

Reading the tell know when to fold
Playing the odds losers dismissed
The road I ride hardens my soul

Whispers increase the crowd extols
Table empty nothing but bliss
Her money missed the only toll

Confidence reigns gold fills the hole
Saddlebag’s lode need no assist
The road I ride hardens my soul
Her money missed the only toll

©2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Eight

Full Moon Wolf


Ancestral aching
Guttural bellows erupt
Full moon echoes not

© 2011 Michael Yost 

One Shot Wednesday

I’m An Open Book

What’s that? You fear to say?Rage
Mind the gap.. Cut the crap.
Bridges burned and bridges built.
Unspoken truths turn into guilt.

I could of, I should of, I would of
Broken feathers of a mourning dove
Let sleeping dogs lie
Sure.. When pigs fly

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Seven

  ( Photo © Mike Roemer/ Mike Roemer Photography Inc.)


White Owls turning heads
A fresh drawer for the dead
No longer just Fred’s

© 2011 Michael Yost
One Shoot Photography Sunday

Senryu Six

Passing Gas

Rules constrain urge
On this my bowel would purge
Gas will be their dirge

© 2011 Michael Yost

For this week’s challenge, we are asking you to give us a complete story in three sentences.

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According to Hoyle

According To Hoyle

The ruling party requires
Pointed hats and funny attire
Thus is spoken from his sire
Not to comply would be dire

You must have fun or face the fire
Your child’s broom will sweep the pyre
Ash on their head we’ll admire
Now laugh, have fun and inspire

© 2011 Michael Yost

Potluck Week 19 Theme: Rules, regulations, and law

Haiku 7

Winter’s antaShimmeringbuse
Poetry intoxicates
The tears of my muse



© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Five

Wind Blown tree

Listen to the wind
Songs seeking your ears and heart
Prepare for the storm

© 2011 Michael Yost

The Book

The Google Book
The book opened up to me and therein lied
All the the wonders of the world and I sighed
We could go over there or maybe over here
From high atop on the mountains we could peer

The picture pages turned back and therein lied
Escape from the monotony and I cried
The rivers and the valleys seemed oh so dear
I could reach out and touch them they seemed so near

The book does appear now as if it does lie
Dashed hopes of a future my heart once spied
Sadly the visions were made perfectly clear
It was the book that survived; the earth was seared

© 2011 Michael Yost


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Pheromonal Plight (Peac**t)

She’s coiled up real tightAlterEgoTrip Svenska
His embraces failed
Pheromonal plight

His tongue causes flight
That ship has to sail
She’s coiled up real tight

The call is forthright
In kind hear the hail
Pheromonal plight

Might does not make right
Fallen men impaled
She’s coiled up real tight

Brazen puffed up bright
Competition pale
Pheromonal plight

Covet same delights
Let us have an ale
She’s coiled up real tight
Pheromonal plight

© 2011 Michael Yost

In memory of Frankie Fuego

Wars Last Stand

The rust runs off redLast Stand
Machinery froze
Black fluids bled

Collecting the dead
Sun’s bleach expose
The rust runs off red

Flame not right yet
Bodies decompose
Black fluids bled

Bound and broken treads
Rendering of foes
The rust runs off red

Bloated children fed
Torn pennant blows
Black fluids bled

Grinding bones for bread
Stark machines pose
The rust runs off red
Black fluids bled

© 2011 Michael Yost

Wordle: Wars Last Stand

Snake Eyes

Roll da bones manSnake Eyes
Mama needs some brand new shoes
And the kids need food

Women and liquor quicker
I got the rent ain’t paid blues

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Four

A deserter’s heartDeserters
Forever seeks redemption
Mistake from the start

© 2011 Michael Yost

Inspired by Alegria Imperial, “Deserter”