It’s a brand new day to walk the words
Sometimes the words get lazy
Making sure they all continue forward
Keep them above “those” words like crazy
Jumping through the hoops keeps them ready
Putting together ideas and thoughts
Some are full of light others heady
Then writing which one that should be caught
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/27
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Expectations, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Words, Working The Block
Come on into your dream
I promise you won’t scream
The night is lonely
Come and be my only
I too want you always
I know your fantasies
The sheets are red satin
You open my passion
Come steal away my heart
Close your eyes come let’s start
Always keeping you satisfied
And waking up your bride
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/25
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Dreams, Embrace, Expectations, Faith, Friendship, Michael Yost, sleep, Wonder
Sage and lavender
Enhance the evening air
Bach stirs the quite soul
Warming her shivers
Breath sounds coming quicker now
Nuzzling soft ear lobe
Pulling back to smile
Your soft laughter and blushing
My soul rejoices
2012© Michael Yost 01/17
That’s Pete and myself 20 years ago.
Today I walked the rail alone, because Pete had to ride.
It was a beautiful coach and everything;
He always looked his best in his dress blues.
It was a beautiful spring morning then too.
The ground was soft that morning and fruitful;
The worms we got were huge and the trout ate em up.
Almost as big as the ones crawling out from under that tarp.
I brought this picture today to remember important things.
Pete’s sacrifice is obvious and full of meaning.
What’s not so obvious is that
Pete greased the last three feet of that rail.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Pete is everyone’s brother, son and father
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged children, Choices, Consequences, Crying, Death, Depression, Embrace, Faith, Fear, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Returning Marine
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Believe, Broken Bridge, Confident, Consequences, Depression, Faith, Fear, Following, Fool, Friendship, Jumping, Michael Yost, River, Sadness, Wobbly Wheel, Wonder
Come over here and sit by me
On the soft grass under the oak tree
Dreams faded away paint cracked and curled
Once were the days you were still my girl
Deny not the smiles they were real
Fears from broken hearts past did peel
Let’s make things right don’t go astray
Adjust the words I said and didn’t say
The sun’s going down the end of the day
Look at the time spent we’ve had to pay
We have to go now and I don’t know how
Accepting defeat again with closure now
Let me give hope back filling your heart
Give it a chance we’ll have a new start
With our tracks behind us converging
Let’s be together once again merging
Don’t take me down on bending knees
I don’t want to but beg I will please
If it’s your will then I’ll push this rock
Never again your door will I knock
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/22
I Brought This Back It’s One Of My
Favorites.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged A New Start, Adjusting Words Past, Anxiety, Bending knees, Broken Hearts, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost
Anthony is not rambling here. Speaking words of wisdom.. Let it be.
Title:
20 Ways To Make Someone Smile
Article Body:
Do you want to put a smile on someone’s face today? Maybe make their day a little better. It won’t cost you a single penny or much time to do just that. And because smiling is contagious, it probably won’t just be one person you make smile today.
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Move over Lassie. you got some competition!
Barkley the dog was as smart and loyal a canine as the world had ever seen. And when, Braden, the rascal child who always seemed to find trouble, fell into the old well-shaft on the abandoned farm, Barkley went dashing off to fetch help. He made straight for the nearest property which was owned by Farmer John who, Barkley hoped, could save the boy.
DENIAL
Farmer John was in his front yard hefting an axe, splitting logs for firewood. Barkley raced up to him and began to hop up and down, barking anxiously. “What is it, boy?” Farmer John asked, putting down his axe and confronting the dog. Barkley woofed twice, growled a little, then let out a piteous whine. “Oh, is that it? Braden’s in trouble again. That rascal child! What’s he done now?” Barkley ruffed three times then panted briefly. “The old well-shaft? On the abandoned farm?” Farmer John…
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White Sheers
The curtains were white sheers and closed
Watching her from my porch she posed
For months now showing herself naked and vain
And she leaves the sheers open when it rains
When we pass outside, I tip my hat
Her smile meets my own, a diplomat
Windows insure her lavish lifestyle
Town peep shows allow her to beguile
Her free shows for me were inviting
Many Johns finds her show exciting
Leaving the other girls to help out
Understanding now what’s it about
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Beguile, Diplomat, Embrace, Exciting, Expectations, Friendship, Lavish Lifestyle, Michael Yost, Open Window, Peep Shows, Peeping Toms, prostitution, tears, Time, Vanity, White Sheers
My memories rushing, out with the tide
Tears welling up, bubbling goodbye
Feeling good and bad times, slipping away
Body’s braking, hair turning gray
The elders have lapsed, and now are devoid
Scattered away with, the other broken toys
More are slipping, with times we enjoyed
The only slap left, is being unemployed
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Broken Toys, Choices, Consequences, Death, Dementia, Depression, Elders, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Health, Lonliness, losing Memories, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Tide, Unemployed
Giving it all up or giving in
Raising the white flag could be a sin
Looking back as I run from the din
Knowing full well no one really wins
Catching up to the ones before
Marching away in step from the war
Promising never again they swore
It’s better to give up to save the corps
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/12
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, Give Up, God, Health, Heart, Marching, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Promises, Sadness, Surrender, Swearing, tears, War, White Flag, Wonder
All I can give are these few words written here
Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear
Being left behind wrestling with my old fears
The same unspoken problems behind my tears
No molds or experience just an empty void
Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy
Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed
Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed
The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins
While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins
Hoping today the rest of my life begins
Opening the locked doors that are held tight within
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Consequences, Cracked Egg Shells, Depression, Drugs, Fear, God, Health, Locked Doors, Lonliness, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mirror, Needles and Pins, Nightmares, PTSD, Sins, sleep, Uncovering
You’ve made my heart echo
The closest people stared
It flowed and flowed and flowed
Most caught unawares
Why did you wait so long
There was no ending yet
To my cold come in song
Echoed loud your ignored pet
She removed my collar
Shooed me into traffic
The sum of my fears rears
Tires stereo-graphic
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/01
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Consequences, Dead, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Hunger, Lonliness, Michael Yost, Poetry, Sadness
Michael's Lair 