Monthly Archives: May 2011

Senryu Thirty One

Posted on May 31, 2011 | 7 comments

Tell me why you cry
Let me help you touch the sky
Jump from your aerie, fly

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Senryu Thirty

Posted on May 31, 2011 | 4 comments

Near her time stood still
The wind fell short at her feet
As did my faint words

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Simply

Posted on May 30, 2011 | 8 comments

Come back and sit with me
Under this pretty tree
We can talk and feel free
Or just sit and just be

© 2011 Michael Yost

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What is Faith?

Posted on May 30, 2011 | 4 comments

Releasing fear is the key for what we seek
Especially true for the shy and the meek
For everything we could possibly need
Evidence is shown in part by what we heed

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Love’s Spark

Posted on May 29, 2011 | 21 comments

As she sheds the layers of her heart

Laying aside fear finding love’s start

Slicing away to find the spark

Lighting the path out of the dark

 

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Volatility

Posted on May 28, 2011 | 2 comments

Pushed to the brink of dire hostility
Rage only one syllable’s ability
Fearful of this man’s capability
And the future of your futility

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Say What?

Posted on May 27, 2011 | 2 comments

To learn of new words guess new thoughts to wrought
Strange as it does seem some think they are haught
What good is it said what’s upon my mind?
It’s been said before as it were opined

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Solitudinal Saint

Posted on May 27, 2011 | 11 comments

Solitudinal centering reaching the core
Internalizing peace first suffering some more
Pushing past the ego dropping value of things
Seeking total wellness and the good that it brings

Start at the beginning given all that we need
Forsaking worldly goods while planting loving seeds
One man’s liberation another man’s restraint
Risking ridiculing Solitudinal saint

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Graven Image

Posted on May 26, 2011 | Leave a comment

What, just what is in your heart?
No one’s there to answer smart
The hollow image I schemed
Filling it up with my dreams

The idol of could be, seems
Finally choking to scream
What, just what is in your mouth?
Is there one in there yet here?

Speak to me lay aside fear
Echoes of my voice ring clear
What, just what am I saying then?
Hollow, hollow is how…low

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Indigo Swan

Posted on May 26, 2011 | 7 comments

Capturing the indigo swan
Circling the winds emerging dawn
Setting down first queen of the lake
Gracefully wings capturing wake

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Election Predicted

Posted on May 26, 2011 | Leave a comment

No longer will I sit down for the pain inflicted
Nor will I stand in line like the dying addicted
Thrown down upon the street with rights defiled, evicted
Being punished before I’ve been tried and convicted

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Thump Diddy

Posted on May 25, 2011 | 6 comments

Tripping in a hole twisting round and round
Up against the sides till I hit the ground
Falling through the roots I could hear the sound
Beating clear as day sounding so profound

Thump thump diddy diddy thump diddy thump
Thump diddy thump diddy diddy thump thump
Bump bump round the stump feeling like a chump
Yes I did thump thump diddy diddy thump

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Did It Again

Posted on May 24, 2011 | 4 comments

Fear worried wrinkles overflowing with tears
Move without praying is always severe
Impulse not thought out committed in haste
Sometimes like the dog and the tire chased

Were not for hard praying we would not find peace
Time coming should have been done without cease
Resting in our faith hasn’t solved the problem
Relying in Him should help keep us solemn

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Stroking Heads

Posted on May 24, 2011 | Leave a comment

I love stroking my shaved head.

It’s much cooler where the bald spot is… Strange.

Plus the bald spot is oval side to side; like a foot ball.

It’s one of the reasons I decided to shave.

The comb back and over made it look like a monkey’s ass.

Now that my eyebrows are taking over;

I’m wondering if I should trim or jut comb them back.

Not straight back but, the left one to the left and the right one to the right.

On windy day mousse them in both in the same direction.

I also thought of combing down and braiding them with my nose hair.

Since both of them along with my ear hair is growing for a three way under my nose.

No wait… a four way with my mustache… but I’d become a mouth breather

And then drink a lot of water and stand in front of the urinal all day… decisions

Decisions, decisions… To pee or not to pee is the question..

© 2011 Michael Yost

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*Did I Say That??

Posted on May 24, 2011 | Leave a comment

Fluffing my pillow and find it holds an anvil
Hoping as I curl up you break my mandible
Wanting to close my mouth is understandable
To repeat alluded lies you want to break my skull

© 2011 Michael Yost

*Use best Urkel voice

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Sure, Just Sign Here

Posted on May 23, 2011 | 8 comments

What cringing pain can be brought by the sharpened blade?
Pierce my skin, my muscle, my heart opened and filleted
Will they take me seriously my uncommon staid?
Or will they think my mind’s eye has finally decayed?

Given one more if and or but to the end means
Anything you can have said means a hill of beans
One more reason to leave and to be a vapor
So more pain can be brought by a piece of paper

© 2011 Michael Yost

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The Wind Blows for Thee

Posted on May 23, 2011 | 10 comments

Scattering feelings in the wind of change
Wishing for the best to be rearranged
Hoping for a tempest in a teapot
Some fantasies churn out a bigger plot

Undercurrent cuts you off your firm feet
Like pulling a rug you fall on your seat
You grab for your nest just out of your range
Cutting through cobwebs in the wind of change

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Not Perfect in Love

Posted on May 23, 2011 | 11 comments

Your kisses equaling your lessening visits
It’s beginning to bother me I must admit
I shower twice every day and check my pits
Wash face every way I can to cover zits

I blow into my palms and shave the hair there too
Towel my hair dry and put in zippidy doo
Put in my glue so my teeth don’t slip when I chew
But still you’re saying to me now we are all through

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Pound on my Keys

Posted on May 22, 2011 | 19 comments

Take another short nap?  That’s three today.
Look at the time; six, three long hours away.
Nothing left to do; I’ll pound on my keys.
I’ve three hours to kill before I sleep.

Depression is just a state of my mind;
Just thinking things over, an axe to grind.
Who am I hurting, who really cares?
I’ll pound on my keys of my soul’s despair.

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Senryu Twenty Nine

Posted on May 22, 2011 | 5 comments

Temporal fluxions
More blood pumps when you’re here
Flame flashes flush face

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Debra Dear

Posted on May 21, 2011 | 8 comments

Fractal hoar frost crawling up the window
Tiny probing finger nails of anguish
Scratching way natures perfect design
To see snow’s crunching fast feet approaching

Rattling keys, door squeak, stomping feet, and slam
Silence embraces the rush of cold air
A long sigh and cursing for his bottle
Debra dear, daddy wants his nightly coddle

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Adrift

Posted on May 20, 2011 | 27 comments

What do the miracles require from the believer?

Water crashing against the bow of the boat?

Raindrops pooling, rolling down the portal?

But I was born this way, wasn’t I?

 

What does the believer expect from the miracles?

That all expectations are met to the fullest of my supplications?

Shelter from the storm?

Lord I believe, help me with my unbelief.

 

© 2011 Michael Yost
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Over the Tracks

Posted on May 19, 2011 | 4 comments

Over the tracks and through their hood
To the man’s corner to get some blow
The mule knows the way to where the dude stays
To the white and uncut snow  oh

Over the tracks and through their hood
Taking your life in your hands as you go
But it tingles the toes
And numbs the nose
As in the ground we go  oh

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Writing it Forward

Posted on May 19, 2011 | 4 comments

Writing it forward to pay it ahead
Putting it all down as to what I said
Insert I love you and make sure it’s read
To insure you know that my tears did shed

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Black Shag Carpet

Posted on May 19, 2011 | Leave a comment

Sifting through the memories and finding closed doors
Pictures on the walls black shag carpet on the floor
Unfamiliar images all within the frames
Laughing and smiling kids all playing reindeer games

Suddenly pictures slide melting into the shag
Watch a distorted face grab slipping and screaming tag
The black shag carpet laughs absorbing the glad scenes
Frame by frame pictures destroyed gone in to smithereens

New pictures blend in now solitary child weeps
Tearing up my bed clothes no longer wanting sleep
The black shag grabs my feet pulling me in the floor
A last gasp going under a new child at the doors

© 2011 Michael Yost

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