Monthly Archives: March 2011

Wicked World

Oh wicked world wanderingWicked World
Unmeasured steps reveal
Your careless squandering
You spend what you can’t steal

Poor man left pondering
Who hasn’t found his next meal
Caught up in wondering
Where’s fairness in this deal

Oh wicked world blundering
Mistakes never to conceal
Sky’s open thundering
Too late for your appeal

© 2011 Michael Yost

His Love

We flutter on the fringesSlumming it
Large doors swing on small hinges
Not loving them impinges
As do hugs squirming twinges

One drink for drunken binges
Dead lives spike syringes
Catch clap from wayward minges
God for His love life cringes

© 2011 Michael Yost


Stress Head

Deadly stress pulls up ancient ache
Memories brought to forefront quakes
Time has gone by for my own sake
I pray to God my soul to wake

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Eighteen

Heavy heart that’s sadBig Shoulder
Lay your head upon my chest
Fill your sad with glad

© 2011 Michael Yost

Free Write Friday

But I Feel Remorse

It’s ok, I feel remorseExecution
My sins are washed away
Come you have no recourse
Someone else gladly paid

Let loose the bonds binding
See how good you will feel
Visualize unwinding
Before the clock does peal

Hood is hot and itches
My breath makes me sick
How about last wishes
What were those last clicks..

© 2011 Michael Yost

Uneven Wear

Bolt and Washers

The single wheel axle pilots the rut
Obsessed with continuing only to cut
A line drawn of man’s one legged strut
Short coming all for a fallen lost nut

© 2011 Michael Yost

Rough Draft

Rough Draft

Again another will walk away
Constructing a vacuum to avoid
On her own path towards a new day

Having fulfilled what she had to pay
Rendered unto Freud what will be Freud’s
Again another will walk away

Loves intention is felt today
Hapless tomorrow of feeling toyed
On her own path towards a new day

Gifts that were given you want to pay
Though enlightenment leaves you annoyed
Again another will walk away

The role you were cast you must obey
Otherwise countenance will be destroyed
On her own path towards a new day

The bubbles that surfaced had their play
An addition to arsenals deployed
Again another will walk away
On her own path towards a new day

© 2011 Michael Yost