Monthly Archives: March 2011

More Sadder or Funnier Than:

Posted on March 31, 2011 | 2 comments

More sadder or funnier than:

An old girl friend getting stung on the bare butt by a wasp while sitting on an outhouse toilet seat.

Now it’s your turn..

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Improvisational

Posted on March 30, 2011 | 2 comments

Please pass the situational reasoning
Rational invitations castrating
Assaulting senses aberrational
Blood drips, cools pooling gravitational

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Rendezvous Blues

Posted on March 30, 2011 | 4 comments

Blue Eyes

Indigo, azure to cyan’s hue
No purity ever so true
Patrons can see the obvious clue
Why her place is called Rendezvous Blues

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Over Hearing

Posted on March 29, 2011 | 6 comments

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The words absorbing my soul
Billowing full of buoyancy
Awareness does extol

Replacing angst with calming
Opens the ears of the blind
Hearing eyes weeping seeing
All my senses intertwined

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Senryu Twenty one

Posted on March 29, 2011 | 4 comments

Crying Man

 

She laughs and I cry
It brings a tear to my eye
Only God knows why

© 2011 Michael Yost

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There Will Come a Time

Posted on March 28, 2011 | 14 comments

 

Wished away the reality of my life
Torn asunder with banality’s strife
Babies, bosses and most always the wife
My cup runneth over bubbling with rife

I point my own finger at me, my mind
Putting pen to paper I did consign
In fact if it wasn’t for me, my con line
Who at twenty doesn’t think it will be fine

I fell to bottom of a deep deep mine

Said what I had to and it’s time to choose
The next rhyming word, please choose not to lose

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Senryu Twenty

Posted on March 28, 2011 | 4 comments

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Pain again, again
Pills. relieving then amen
Pain again the bane

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Senryu Nineteen

Posted on March 28, 2011 | Leave a comment

Fighting Cats

Purple helmeted pinkies
Pump up to polish their hats
Fighting like Tom cats

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Causality

Posted on March 27, 2011 | Leave a comment

Boulder Dam

Tethering your great enthusiasm
Keeps victory within your reach
Quelling fears falling in the chasms
And staves off a potential breach

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Mutual Mutability

Posted on March 27, 2011 | 20 comments

Evening Road

Is it mutual
Do we know
Is it factual

Is it so
Take my hand
And let us go

Up the hills
Down the valleys
Hold on tight
Through dark alleys

Let’s say it mutual
Let us know
Make it factual

Make it so
Take my hand
And let us go

Travel far
Show we know
Embrace the stars
As we grow

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Rip Lied

Posted on March 26, 2011 | 4 comments

James Island

Words spoken forever ride
The under current’s rip tide
Drifts you over deeper still
The sea swallows for the kill

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Inside our Outside

Posted on March 26, 2011 | 2 comments

Camp Fire

Crystal still pond ripples a stone’s throw
Circling caught the eyes of the owl glow
Sun begins to set moon starting to grow
Starts the evenings’ music of the crows

A bass slaps his tail and teases I’m free
Our eyes lock mingling breath, a sweet Chablis
Cuddling fire, holding hands and touching knees
Wood smoke, fire and silence meet our decree

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Trappings

Posted on March 26, 2011 | 4 comments

Spider Web

Crisscrossing paths weekly finds
Loneliness in our minds
None will speak loud our desire
Wallowed up in our own mire

Bringing to the table heaping
Thoughts and words of love seeking
Absolution in keeping
Secrets in our hearts weeping

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Gambling

Posted on March 25, 2011 | Leave a comment

Poker

Past the thoughts rambling
Deal the cards gambling
Losing chips grumbling
Leave the game Mumbling

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Melancholy Incomplete’s

Posted on March 24, 2011 | 6 comments

Melancholy

Take these tears away from me
Rip this cerecloth from my head
This burden saps all my strength
In between my bed and dead

Cause of which can not be seen
Questions why pound and are asked
Nothing from any great length
The answers are only masked

Fearfulness hides in my taint
Legs twisting up in wet sheets
This disease wrinkles my dreams
Melancholy incomplete’s

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Washing Wishes

Posted on March 24, 2011 | Leave a comment

Floating Petal

Cast upon the waters
The petals float away
Remaining ashes roil
Washing wishes away

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Double Blind

Posted on March 23, 2011 | 50 comments

Ugly Couple

Casual acquaintance is easily defined
As to not really knowing what’s on their mind
Toeing the ground smiling and looking so demure
With all it can take me I hold back a sneer

Double dating is hell fittingly describes
Mutual declension makes pittance the bribe
With future dealings new pictures required
I’ll be dammed without it that I’ll be conspired

© 2011 Michael Yost
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Ewe’ll be Sorry

Posted on March 22, 2011 | 4 comments

The chill pills will still your grilled soul

Calm your nerves and lets you sleep

While dreaming of green grassy knolls

You count the plump and grazing sheep

 

“Baaaaad boy!” they taunt and hinder you

“You took too many!” playing the dirge

“Soon your lips will turn a dark blue!”

“Ewe’ll be sorry you didn’t fight the urge!”

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Selling Tires

Posted on March 22, 2011 | 2 comments

Tire tread crotch smoothed again on his wayMichelin Man

You know the city will have to repave

Size eight sinkholes demands no delay

And they’ll expect the company to pay

 

Holes in the road will certainly mire

Lynch mobs could consider collars of fire

This isn’t the way you ought to sell tires

The Michelin man soon needs to be fired

© 2011 Michael Yost

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She Threw a Brick House

Posted on March 22, 2011 | 14 comments

She cataloged annoyances’ never to forgetAngry Woman

Brought coldly to remembrance forever the debt

Tied up in a cage and poked with a long sharp stick

Better locked up tighter than be hit with her bricks

Once lost in the ether I talked as I did sleep

I put bells on my tools so she could never creep

The older I became the more scarred I become

In the cellar for night staked by day in the sun

If she remembers it now as it happened then

Is because she journals it all with her red pen

Grab as much as you can and run leaving the house

No matter what you do you’ll always be the louse

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Heart on the Bank

Posted on March 21, 2011 | 4 comments

 

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Water worn surfaces smoother tonight

Promises of yesterday on wings flight

Cold is the water in the night spring

Crying in my heart for warmth to bring

Other hearts whipped and skipped so strong

Dancing upon ripples trailing till dawn

Still sink to the depth’s growing peaks

Remembering the words you did openly speak

You said you’d leave my heart on the bank

But no you cast it with the others, and it too sank

©2011 Michael Yost

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Set The Table For Two (Japan Tsunami)

Posted on March 20, 2011 | 38 comments

Broken Table

Set the table for two
Hope for the presents of you
Plate’s color is blue

Set the table for one
Now that the funeral’s done
Company is none

Set the table aside
She no longer abides
Taken with the tide

Table now cast away
Looks like tear drop soup today
At any place cafe

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Cool Evening

Posted on March 18, 2011 | 6 comments

Coleman flickersColeman Lantern
water’s edge tickling stones
reflects golden moon

her blue eyes sparkle in the flame
in the cool evening June

© 2011 Michael Yost

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When All Else Fails

Posted on March 18, 2011 | Leave a comment

She was forced to truckleFlying
Over her love of his suckle
Her knees she did buckle

Because of this she did chuckle
Hair pulling with white knuckles

© 2011 Michael Yost

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What is This Was Now Then

Posted on March 18, 2011 | Leave a comment

I have nothing at all it seBristlecone Pineems
To create or ponder bigger dreams
Heaven shine down your hallowed beam
Must I have something to redeem

Mud pies crumble away with the sun
As do the puns on the reruns
Where’d you hide the vigor the fun
Am I left here alone undone

Cattle cars have way too many horns
Sheep have baby goose bumps when shorn
Lost my hair like when I was born
Was it like this for old Rip Torn

© 2011 Michael Yost

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