Capital letters for us
In the tree out back
Now about grown over
As I’m about to pack
Duke loves Daisy
Carved within a heart
Hard to make out now
Then it was our start
Sold the house
So big and alone
Without you now
The house only groans
A new couple now
With love in their hearts
Makes it feel right
Since it’s their start
© 2011 Michael Yost 09\04
The curb came up abruptly and bruised my toe
I wasn’t watching, I didn’t know
My sights were upon the girl with the bow
Looking both ways I stumbled, I blushed
Slipped and slid through the cold wet slush
I just wanted to meet her, not to be crushed.
©2011 Michael Yost 04/20
The sun has come and sadly set
Nearly four hours ago
Clouds have slammed shut the night light
Pushing out the full moon’s glow
Stars are waiting to sail their shine
Though the darkness has prevailed
Breaking through above the clouds
With their bright lights unveiled
Now the clouds are burned away
The moon and the stars share
There’s nothing more beautiful
Or nothing that can compare
© 2013 Michael Yost 03/29
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Beautiful, Beauty, Beyond the Cloud, Blame, Consequences, Michael Yost, Poetry, Sail, Sunset
As I started towards the evening shore
It revealed foot prints that began at our door
Knowing they were yours going to the sea
I matched your strong gait feeling anxiety
There sitting alone at the water’s edge
The sand around you formed a wedge
High tide came and left a little moat
Left you sitting higher appearing to float
I called out your name now running towards you
Found you cross legged, hands in your lap blue
Eyes closed with a smile etched on your calm face
Suddenly left us laughing with your cool embrace
2011 Michael Yost
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Beauty, Blood, Embrace, Evening Shore, Holiday, Michael Yost, Poetry, The Shore
Balcony or tower, she’s still not there.
Nowhere to be seen, under rocks, I dare?
Could the princess croak like the prince before?
How about sleeping, dammed forever more?
North, South, East and West, traveling the earth.
Why heaven does know, tell me if she’s birthed?
She’ll travel around, when you least expect.
Beauty hides deep, the least you accept
© 2011 Michael Yost
Periwinkle Preston glanced over the dance floor
Finding the ideal woman, the one who soared
Not the easiest of task seeing the perfect score
A one eyed beastly man being of ill report
The heart of a champion the soul of a saint
Oh but what a picture that God had painted
Periwinkle Preston tried to make an acquaint
Alas the beautiful girl could not, just fainted
Tears flowed from his one eye on down to her face
She looked up startled seeing something out of place
Something in his eye before not noticed
Her barren soul protruding with prejudice
And they live happily ever after with beautiful one eyed babies
© 2011 Michael Yost
Pushing on past the distinction and space
To be touched by fire her radiant embrace
Chest to breast both our hearts synced in a race
Never wanting to ever leave this place
Scent of her hair ear lobe cool to the touch
Loins rushing red my lips about to brush
Breathe quickened now body soon to combust
This must not only be given to lust
Running fingers down her arms to her hands
Our eyes locked in smile lingering in stand
As if we were part of something banned
Time is all present in our glass of sand
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.com
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