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
Rushes in on a musky sweet wave
Almost like flash flooding creates and behaves
The cool sensuous flesh soon fills the void
Shooting cold chills through her opening Freud
Pushing forward and up clamping shut
Just in time
Only to lose a couple drops of the sublime
Melon for you
Melon for me
Such aware company
© 2010 Michael Yost 11/24
Welcome everybody to the introduction
Hopefully I’ll explain it all through my induction
Building a new existence through self seduction
There’s no time now for self destruction
Compiling the knowledge for instruction
Eliminating the extra work through deduction
Now it’s time to begin the inner construction
First finding all the hindering walls by deduction
Then knocking down all those obstructions
And leveling off all the reductions
Finishing my new existence by conduction
Forgetting the time of the alien abduction
© 2011 Michael Yost 12/03
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Dreams, Embrace, Friendship, Fun, Health, Heart, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder
Pushing on past time and space
Touched by fire with her radiant embrace
Chest to breast, hearts synced in a race
Never ever wanting, to leave this place
Scent of her hair ear, lobe cool to the touch
Loins rushing red, our lips about to brush
Breathe quickened now, soon to combust
These feelings must not only, be given to lust
Fingers running down, her arms to her hands
Our eyes locked in smile, lingering in stand
We were almost part of something banned
As time stood still for a moment, in our glass of sand
©2011 Michael Yost
Inhaling yesterday’s memory.
Her scent’s lingering long.
Sprawled naked on her silken robe
She rose early and now she’s gone
The nightstand held a note for me
I smiled as I read
The evening was nice, please feed the cat
Don’t forget to make the bed.
© 2011 Michael Yost 08/01
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder, Writing
Under my fingertips your lips were moist.
I was certain I heard your pleasure voiced
Those goose bumps were real, I felt at your door.
That brief stolen kiss whispering one more
My feet in the door, one more kiss to gain
Hands slid down your frame I knew you’d abstain
Intoxicating scent left on my hands
I left rather quickly fearing quicksand
©2011 Michael Yost 04/28
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Expectations, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Lust, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
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
Using two rafts we went round the bend
Straightening out how river’s depth sends
Deeper now straightens the resistance
Going faster shortening the distance
Rocks cause the rapids to sing endowed
Spraying and raining harmony aloud
We roll under the darkening skies
Lightening the sky with thunder’s reply
Coming up ahead the river splits
One side the river is wide and fit
The other meets rapids stronger yet
Now we know he should have not bet
© 2015 Michael Yost 07/04
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Embrace, Expectations, Friendship, Michael Yost, Poetry
Why do we skate these reindeer games
Has the snow and ice frozen your brains
Think I’ll forget now it’s turned to rain
Slipping on the black ice with new pain
Lies opened your exotic drawer
Red teddies and strings are less for more
Speeding towards a climatic score
Let the music play on, skate and soar
Posted in Poetry
Tagged children, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Expectations, Friendship, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry
I need to be helped by your warm hands
Helping wipe off the cold golden sand
The sun’s ebbing with ocean’s waves
Your hands are pressing for more, behave
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/10
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Expectations, Friendship, Michael Yost, Poetry
We all have a purpose beyond who we are
Ignoring it and pushing it too far
Everyone knows it comes up too late
Ignoring me and pushing me to hate
Now just around the next corner I peeked
This far away I could smell him he reeked
Leaving mom and me alone long ago
We each forgave watching bloody piss flow
© 2015 Michael Yost 04/26
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Death, Depression, Embrace, Expectations, Fear, Hate, Lonliness, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Poetry, Sadness, Writing
It is a matter of fact
We all have needs to attract
Now getting older we act
We strut for mutual contract
Now she forwards turgid fronts
Tight zippers bearing the brunt
Baring their prize for her hunt
She passed ignoring their stunt
© 1915 Michael Yost 04/24
Posted in Poetry
Tagged children, Choices, Consequences, Embrace, Expectations, Love, Michael Yost, Sexuality, Writing
What more could you possibility want
Walking all around all you do is flaunt
I tried to help your brother you looked beyond
Taking all he had forsaking your bond
Why do you drain your twin why don’t you share
In the past you were one but both the pair
Then growing apart both loving Romeo
Pushing and pulling behind as he’s goes
Stopping and watching him walking away
Henry and Henrietta started yelling stay
Then he turned around with tears in his eyes
As a Herm they didn’t know Dad said he’d die
© 2015 Michael Yost 04/16
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Betayal, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Embrace, Loliness, Michael Yost, Poetry, tears, Writing
She burned bright on the back of my eyes
Remembering each hot tear I cried
Watching them dance on and vaporize
All in hoping they’d catch her, first prize
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/15
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Michael Yost, Poetry
I’ve joined a dating website called “Christian Matchmaker” and this came to me and I wanted to share
I like to compare relationships to a jigsaw puzzle. Finding the corners first and then the straight edged to connect the corners. Sometimes the pieces are blue sky and it takes a little longer to piece them together. Others have enough definition to piece them together quickly.
Now you meet someone that at first glance seems to be a good candidate but then you learn that there’s a lot of blue sky . Now it’s harder to put the puzzle together because he or she is just frustrated and it’s complicated. Do you stay and take on the challenge and try to help put together the blue sky or do you walk away? The people that stay and who are willing to understand that it gives a better picture of the puzzle start to develop a new relationship. Others who don’t sometimes end up stepping into a relations**t (Poop).
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged A New Start, Anxiety, blue sky, Choices, Christian Matchmaker, Consequences, dating website, Embrace, Expectations, Faith, Fear, Friendship, God, jigsaw puzzle, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, relationship, Relationships, Writing
Clever, careful and crazy
This is the way poems should come forth
Why do we write; we’re lazy
Instead of navigating north
That’s right a poet and a thailor
Other times a pawn and Queen
Then I’m playing gin with my jailor
Copying lost people is what I mean
Over night things usually change
But from my hand to the jailor’s
Alibi means I’m not the blame
Get me my ship I’m the whaler
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/17
Hearing her voice smile, “It’s got to be time”
Her warm body sliding closer to mine
My eyes closed I felt her breathe on my neck
She had a cold stove with embers to check
Swinging my feet over hitting the floor
It’s so cold, there should be another chore
But just in time running I managed to beat
Squeezing against pressure to lift the seat
Now the three red embers were dying for fuel
Next to the cord was kindling as a rule
Last nights beef stew was sitting in the fridge
Coffee pot set up for our dark dosage
Logs and some pages from a comic book
Heat up the cold stove ready to cook
With a jump my cold feet found her assets
Vowing her vengeance later I felt regret
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/19
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Coffee, Cold Feet, Comic Book, Consequences, Embers, Embrace, Kindling, Logs, Love, Michael Yost, Vengeance, Vowing
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
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