Monthly Archives: July 2013

Sea of Sins

Given the wind I’d fill the sails
Leave for our port of Abigail
Changing our hearts with love to give
Pardon all sins without the sieve

Free of guilty rifts and driven
Sins thrown in the sea and forgiven
Strive against impulse from within
Sailing over the sea of sins

Abigail is our home port choice
Our women see us and rejoice
At home, not lonely or missed
Repentant again sins dismissed?

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/31

Red as a Beat

Our lunch hour talks seemed to be getting through
He’s dangerous beating her with bamboo
Her stories were gut wrenching getting beat
Now bruises showing, no longer discrete

Her scarf blew to me as she ran to him
I watched her back heave being a beat victim
I kept the scarf because it had her scent
They ran away in spite of his treatment

Watching them go was harder than I thought
The story was on page three, showed she fought
Her fear finally overcame his snare
By killing him with his gun on a dare

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/28

In God We Still Trust

The Bridge

I wander alone down this road
My cart has one wheel that wobbles
What belongs to me is what you see
Don’t try to take it from me or squabble

Coming to a broken concrete bridge
The only way to get past the river
Up ahead a clown jumped up and down
Showing it’s safe but the river made him shiver

What do you see when you read
Two men at their end of their future
I see what happens when two men don’t heed
Who have nothing to show for their adventures


© 2013 Michael Yost 07/23

Bad Vibrations

The house has gotten bigger since you left
The one thing you couldn’t get was my echo
You took everything else through theft
Taking my heart and leaving my chest hollow

The love poems we read say we have to pay
Or have the universe unbalanced
How can something made from earth and clay
Cause universal turmoil and violence

It’s only love and that is all it takes
It’s a force that binds us all together
When one web is broken it vibrates
The vibration lasts forever

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/22

The Need to Heed

Michael's Lair

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Be Patient

The days spent alone grows
Trampled red ribbons and bows
But for gathering crows
She was the last to know

Knock knocking filled my ears
Broken boxes smudged tears
Showing she’s welcome here
Not alone with her fears

Once a year we commune
Colorful wrapping strewn
Hovering loose balloons
Showing we’ll see her soon

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/20