Time is relative
As we grow older
Can’t you see
That time goes faster
In between going pee
Yes these are my words
Please excuse me
Michael Yost
12/01/2019
Time is relative
As we grow older
Can’t you see
That time goes faster
In between going pee
Yes these are my words
Please excuse me
Michael Yost
12/01/2019
Posted in Poetry
Please jiggle the handle.
The bowl is starting to overflow.
LYAO is a short term solution.
Eating your words on the other hand….
Michael Yost
11/24/2019
Posted in Poetry
If we babble long enuff
We know the melting snows
Can bring new hope in the brooks
Isn’t it time for us to be blessed
Isn’t it time to share common goals
Like the sun and snow working together
They provide for us life giving water
Sun, snow and water alone
Have the growing potentials for evil
Or potential growing together to live
Michael Yost
11/15/2019
Posted in Poetry
Oblivious to the obvious
Passing off reality as frivolous
Falling for love can be insanity
Not learning from it definitely
Seeking for spiritual gravity
Pulled into hell through religiosity
Principals of Peter are built on his Rock
Peter’s principles punched my time clock
Holding my torches still burns my spirit
Circling the drain with never flushing it
Albert, I pray the pain goes away
It was Ernie that never had to pay
Stolen innocent, then sense of self
Stored in a safe pushed back on the shelf
In my Mom’s closet where I hid and cried
My story not believed, told after he died
Michael Yost
09/11/19
Albert and Ernie fictional Uncles and a friends Event
Posted in Poetry
Not always easy for me to enrich the desire with a commitment.
Oct 22 2019
Chained to your past isolated
Self consumed and never sated
Seeing your self, you still felt baited
But had to heal and no longer waited
Opening your eyes so I could see
How you break your chains and set you free
Seeing them drop we started to flee
Hugging, we shook away your anxiety
Michael Yost 12/11/2018
Posted in Poetry
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I can’t see the man I used to be
So now I’m chained and wished to be freed
Could memories be laughter’s conclusion
Or dark imaginings both consuming
Having read the lines I slipped between
Flailing in the deep not being seen
None stopped the crash and cries not heard
Is the phoenix an angel or firebird
Michael Yost 09/27/2018
Posted in Poetry
The mention of her name still turns a tear
With sharp echoes stabbing my inner ear
Our fortunes together were never clear
As the crystal ball rolled away with the seer
2018 Michael Yost 04/01
Posted in Poetry
Posted in Poetry
A friend of mine, Barbara P. shared a series of conversations with several people that surprised me that followed John.
I was a personal friend and worked with John. Let’s share. booguloo@live.com.
Michael
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Keeping in mind we are slaves to our thoughts
Coins thrown in the well doesn’t let wishes be bought
Time flies aging and the past slipping sought
Becoming bewildered filling with fraught
Do I continue I’m at a stand still
Fog is settling in I’ve taken my pill
Much has been taken including my will
Resting in peace no choice but to be still
2018 Michael Yost 04/04
Posted in Poetry
The mention of her name still turns a tear
With sharp echoes stabbing my inner ear
Our fortunes together were never clear
As the crystal ball rolled away with the seer
2018 Michael Yost 04/01
Posted in Poetry
What we’ve taken on heavies our load
Done with such confidence that we seemed bold
Truth be known we’ve slipped up before now
Dreams had to be left behind disavowed
Not being forgot, a slower path we’ll take
Our reputation being built on what we make
Not like Sisyphus we’ll roll over the peak
Finding smaller hills from others who speak
© 2016 Michael Yost 5/23
Posted in Poetry
Tagged A Newer Destiny, A Slower Path, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Embrace, Expectations, Michael Yost, Writing
The words reflect the poet’s depth of thought
Accounting for antagonist’s naught
Crushed by the wheels of the juggernaut
Accomplishing without looking haut
© 2011 Michael Yost
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Blame, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Mental Health, Writing
If she would love me I’d feel it forced
If she would love me I’d feel remorse
It should have happened already by now
It should have happened before our vows
If I had known it was out of sympathy
If I had known before today she’d be free
It should have been done with feelings of love
It should have been done without feeling shoved
If you told me I wouldn’t be grieved
If you told me I would feel deceived
It should have been your responsibility
It should have been six so you were easier to carry
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/27
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Death, Deception, Expectations, Fear, Friendship, Love, Michael Yost, Sadness, Vengeful Revenant, Writing
Start capturing your own irrational fears
Before they take over and become too severe
They can cancel your life before it begins
You could cut yourself off and fall deep within
You can put down on paper just what came to mind
Doesn’t mean that you’ve found or know where to find
Relief from this maze or where it’s defined
Because when you’re inside you feel maligned
© 2011 Michael Yost 07/10
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Expectations, Irrationality, Michael Yost, Poetry