Monthly Archives: January 2012

Senryu Fifty One

Don Quixote wins
Battling the windmill giants 
Sancho smiles wide

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/31

Mag 102  Number 2

Wassily Kandinsky Red Spot II 1921

Just Two?

“Just two Pollux, will that be enough?” “Yes yes Castor, by the time we come back there will be 7 billion lives on this planet.”  “And they’ll all be in our image Castor…  Can you imagine?”  “If you say so; I’ve found a lovely garden they can begin their lives.  What about communicating with them Pollux the time we are away… won’t they be lost?”  “No Castor we’ve left enough imagination in their minds that they’ll find a way to talk to whomever and whenever they desire.”  They both smiled silently.

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/30


You must use the third definition of the word below to craft a piece of writing of no less than 33 words and no more than 333. The chosen word should appear in your writing exactly as it appears below. 

image noun \ˈi-mij\


: a reproduction or imitation of the form of a person or thing;especially : an imitation in solid form : statue


a : the optical counterpart of an object produced by an optical device (as a lens or mirror) or an electronic deviceb : a visual representation of something: as (1) : a likeness of an object produced on a photographic material (2) : a picture produced on an electronic display (as a television or computer screen)


a : exact likeness : semblance <God created man in his own image — Genesis 1:27 (Revised Standard Version)>b : a person strikingly like another person <she is the image of her mother>


a : a tangible or visible representation : incarnation <theimage of filial devotion>b archaic : an illusory form : apparition

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Haiku 16

Koala smiles bright
Abstract visions do delight
Winters nose a sight

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/30



Slippery Slope , Post 500

Balancing between here and there
Dark or darker full of despair
Conspiracies headlong abound
You’re full of tales, which surround

Now in a fog every day
A constant hum, won’t go away
Fatigue and hunger here to stay
Potter won’t even throw the clay

Betwixt or between, choice to make
Feeling the prick, maybe forsake
Emotional climax or void
Either way I’m sure you’ll avoid
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/29
What is Bipolar II?

Bipolar II disorder (pronounced “bipolar two”) is a form of mental illness. Bipolar II is similar to bipolar I disorder, with moods cycling between high and low over time.

However, in bipolar II disorder, the “up” moods never reach full-on mania. The less-intense elevated moods in bipolar II disorder are called hypomanic episodes, or hypomania.

A person affected by bipolar II disorder has had at least one hypomanic episode in life. Most people with bipolar II disorder also suffer from episodes of depression. This is where the term “manic depression” comes from.

In between episodes of hypomania and depression, many people with bipolar II disorder live normal lives.

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Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden, A Place for Poets To Share and Get Inspired!

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Senryu Fifty

Mountains touch heaven
Valleys hide from the hot sun
In between slides

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/28

What a great way to get our service members to speak out without the stress of talking to someone.

The River - Moved!

“Art is fundamental to health and to humanity.” – Rocco Landsman, NEA chairman

The US Military will begin  a new pilot program this month to better serve their healing soldiers at the National Intrepid Center of Excellence, on the campus of Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. The Center has joined forces with the National Endowment for the Arts to offer soldiers with “signature wounds” a writing therapy called ‘Operation Homecoming.’

The most complex heath conditions to heal are the traumatic brain injuries and psychological health issues known as the  “signature wounds.” The writing workshop will focus on healing these wounds from ‘traumatic war experiences’ through expressive writing techniques of journaling and poetry. 

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The stoop was starting to feel lonely waiting. We were both called in for supper at the same time. It was her sister’s turn to do the dishes. Did she forget our date?

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/27

The first weekend prompt is as follows: write a love story in 33 words.  You are free to interpret that prompt however you wish, but your response must be 33 words exactly.

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Mushroom Moment

A double sensation of overwhelming calm
ESP kicks in and my senses explode
All my sensory inputs overflowed
Waves of relaxation, the warmth of a balm

The voices of elders singing a psalm
Relaxation brings a mindfulness grand
Allowing counting the grains of the sand
That’s cooling my feet from the warmth of the sun

Bolting ecstasy, I get up and I run
Electricity rolls off me in the wind
Someone gives me spun sugar and grins
Reminds me of insulation and that’s no fun

I throw it in the air because I’m done
Moving to the cabin that’s cool and dark
Spiritual sensation, an inner spark
One in the spirit I can’t possibly outrun

A connection with God that’s nothing to shun


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/26
The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – # 85

Consequences of Dreams

Dreaming in the past, times of before
In new situations, so it’s not a bore
Remember people better, especially her
Bringing up regret of things, that never were

Dreaming in the past, stirring up the dust
Hoping to return and sand away rust
But my conscious thoughts, come through intruding
Trying to pull me, into feelings brooding

Oh but if the dreams were real and played out
Driving down the new road, on a smooth route
Waving at the present, with a new delight
But know deep down inside, that it’d just be a fright

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/25

A Palace for Promising Poets 2 Mingle and Enjoy Poetry! Every Poet Is Welcome!

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Accepting Fault

Running out of conversation
Same old story, same old sad wife
Time to consider castration
Or to find a new way of life

Folded up all the tents wandering
From love that once was around us
Running to and from blundering
Too bad about nothing discussed

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/24

The Wall

The ghosts that are all around me
Suck life from my every pore
Trying to get this first stanza out
Before I sink into the floor

The coffee has torn up my stomach
Napping after every line
Hoping to finish this story
Giving new meaning to deadline

Closing my eyes for a moment
Ten minutes later awake
I don’t think it’s going to happen
Thinking finishing a mistake

Don’t come up on me while I write
You’ll run up against the brick beast
It’s better that you read this now
Than being found at the wall deceased

The ones before would warn you
That scaling that wall wasn’t too smart
Instead they dig and torment me
Tiring ghosts that will not depart

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/24

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge

Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden, A Place for Poets To Share and Get Inspired!

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What are you saying?

Words disconnected from one another
No flowing sentences, short and chopped
Nonsensical weaving of your words
Leaves an unbalanced view on life

What do you hope to accomplish now
Putting these distressed thoughts together
You’re hoping to make sense out of it
Cut and pasting nonsense is just that

There’s no enlightenment coming soon
Just as there is no man in the moon
Write what’s in your mind’s eye and pure heart
From this is the one hope of a start

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/21

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The hunger is never sated
The longing never abated
The addiction to food is real
The only hope is to heal

Nothing fills the enormous void
Filling vacuums are never enjoyed
Some call it oral fixation
Whatever it’s called is crippling the nation

Obesity is now the PC for fat
Even for myself I’m done lapped
Calling to arms my stomach’s six pack
I just have to find it in front of my back


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/20

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Nothing will sway you like a song from a siren
Draw you into a disaster like alcohol or drugs
Put gambler’s gain within your greedy grasp
Or keep you from the gates of hell like hugs

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/2o

Thanks to Trifecta for this week’s prompt: sway (third definition as always)!

Painted Laugh

Throw open the windows painted shut
All I had to do is make you laugh
Putty and butter knives plus hammer
Thinking there was an ulterior gaff

Through layers of lead sawing back and forth
Back then you’d have scorned me if I tried
Pulling pieces of the pliant paint off
Reeling you in again like a new bride

The sill remains undamaged, free of most paint
You struggle against yourself and the line’s restraint
The paint breaks free and the window goes up
A breeze comes through and you giggle just enough

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/18

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Satan’s Storm

Not very often does the river straighten
But when it does its attributed to Satan
The thirst of the ground and the drought forgotten
Plus the acres of failed crops and dead cotton

All eyes on the now and never on the was
It’s easier to blame Satan than the real cause
Waters receding now, the river takes form
Rain never made it here, it Was Satan’s storm

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/17

Not Again

The spark works its way out while you’re writing your craft
It’s easier to edit than writing the first draft
Write it so you can read it and not too sloppy
When you’re typing it, you’ll want a clean copy

Don’t listen to me, do it how it works for you
What’s important is how it reads when you are through
I’ve played this out so I’m on my merry way
Now I guess I’ll edit it on some sunny day

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/17

Best Read with New Meds

Lazy eye turns and I see double
Tired eyes close, the start of the trouble
Drifting away, sleep seals my work
Minutes later, a sudden jerk

Awake now and ready to start
Writing half lines within my heart
It’s a price I pay with new meds
Wonder if it’s worth, sleeping instead


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15




Vibration and sound is like a bobsled
Swishing around the curb
Bam we hit a wall and my neck
has the worse whiplash

I feel woozy and roll down the track
and hit the wall again with my head
“Thud”  I go into a nightmare and suddenly
I’m standing over a man who has no head

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15

Haiku 15

No medications
Psychotic conspiracies
Bloom into flowers

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/14


Escaping unraveled, breaking through the door
Squeezed and teased too long, can’t take no more
Coping, soaking and smoking, being your ignant whore
Loose off the end of the chain, starting war

Your end of day’s blaze
Going up in a haze blaze
Your end of day’s blaze
Hear all that I say blaze

There’s no turning back, clean and free from you
But images painted, are all black and blue
All the damage are done, glue fixin won’t due
Loose off the end of the war, you’d better run too

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/14


Get tempered in a few hot days
Be molded and cast by a forged world
Or go your way you piece of clay
The end of the channel feels whirled

Malleable in the hands of others
Giving into contradiction
But under the son we’re brothers
And we share the same affliction


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/13

Eternal Treasure

Nothing can hold back the tide
Nor lasso the circling moon
Keeping the sun from morning
Or stopping the spring cocoons

I can add to this my soul
Your smile melting my heart
The depth of your sparkling eyes
Opening my sight from the start

All that I have to give you
Is that my fondness is forever
And that you’ll be protected
As my eternal treasure

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/11

In honor of upcoming Valentine’s Day, we thought we’d ask something a bit more, shall we say, sensual of our Trifectans.  Your task this week, should you choose to accept it, is to write a love scene in no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words.

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