Monthly Archives: April 2011

Poets Already Know It

An old fool’s love for words and poems
Bears his lost soul as his thoughts roam
Caught in love’s hope circling the drain
Telling her now not lost or gained

She’s not surprised knew all along
Reading this poem hearing his song
Knowing the cost, gain hard to see
Her smile and tears answered for me

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Twenty Six

The doubt my tears shed
When she left I could have said.
Of what my heart pledged.



© 2011 Michael Yost


The lead broke with the least pressure

Ink ran dry starting the letter

Each key stuck fast with each enter

No Dear Jane now should have known better


© 2011 Michael Yost

You Can Do It

A non-smoker since Easter.
No voodoo, pills or patches for I.
Four days ago cold turkey.
Going to make it this time or die.

No alternatives given.
The arteries are choking.
I’d rather not die Today.
So I’m no longer smoking!

© 2011 Michael Yost

Intoxicating Scent

Under my fingertips your lips were moist.
I was certain I heard your pleasure voiced
Those goose bumps were real, I felt at your door.
That brief stolen kiss whispering one more

My feet in the door, one more kiss to gain
Hands slid down your frame I knew you’d abstain
Intoxicating scent left on my hands
I left rather quickly fearing quicksand

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Twenty Five

I wept for weeping
And plied for that sigh’s release
To be let go free

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Twenty Four

Lines white and fine
Tiny bridges to the shrine
Big head or dead line

© 2011 Michael Yost