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
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
Whispers of the truth somehow lose their way
People find enjoyment changing what they convey
Others can’t genuinely hear what was said
More often I think this is how lies are spread
When whispers come stop them in their tracks
Don’t be part of the problem don’t join the attack
Or tell them to speak up so all around can hear
Besides if you’ve done nothing what would you fear
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/26
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Whispers, Writing
Renewed feelings slipped through my defense
Had to make room they were getting intense
Beating back only stiffened their resolve
Heart’s overflowing as it dissolves
Passing by again her head held high
Mona Lisa smile eyes piercing deny
Any love left has gone by the way side
Now I see it nothing’s left but to die
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/23
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Death, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Found Memories, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Mona Lisa, Poetry, Writing
Where did my love go for my faith
Why does it seem so easy now to hate
Father and sins down the rabbit hole
Tethered behind I search for my soul
Having lived above I seen Him bleed
Now reaching out to plant my seed
My faith as huge a mustard seed’s small
Is going to move mountains overall
Closing my eyes I see it done
Opening my eyes what moved was the sun
Faith knows it’s done when my eyes betray
Knowing it’s already done is the only way
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/22
*Matt 17:20
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, God, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Seed of Faith, Wonder, Writing
Yesterday I believe was our start
Today marks the binding of our hearts
Tomorrow starts the journey of our love
With the showing of the two white doves
The world was our bumpy road ahead
Laughing with each new bump as we sped
Not a care or worry crossed our minds
That is before they ran a stop sign
The angels were there to push our car
Before the semi got very far
Still the semi hit the brakes
Saving all our lives for Heaven’s Sake
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/17
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Consequences, Death, Dreams, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
I question my motives everyday
Trying to find the righteous way
Not giving into a hateful fate
Nor pushing through or jumping gates
Not giving into the path of ease
Coming across like you meant to please
Opening my heart and letting you in
Was my final mistake my final sin
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/17
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Expectations, Hateful Fate, Jumping Gates, Love, Michael Yost, Motives, My Final Sin, Path of Ease, Poetry, Wonder, Writing
Growing older shortens time
The sun and shovels blister
Dead Men’s Chest off key’s a crime
Dying is lifetime’s closure
This is not the bitter end
The wheelhouse rolls with raves
And the main sail billow sends
Helped pushed and pulled by waves
The dead men told no tales
And those who danced with Jack Ketch
Or went for Moby Dick the whale
Anything else was another stretch
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Wonder, Writing
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
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
There you sit up high on your throne
Playing with your suitors by throwing a bone
I stood alone letting it fly by
Watching the weakest ones start to cry
Two of your suitors gnawed the bone in half
As I still stood alone and started to laugh
The price the winners paid left them bloody
Limping up the stairs ugly and muddy
As the Queen’s champion I blocked their sway
Only one man can pass by me this way
Two are stronger than one they spoke aloud
They took me down quickly and pleased the crowd
Now there’s two champions one on either side
No bones thrown now since the Queen’s satisfied
Covered with rotten food the Queen let me live
Showing her satisfaction for what I once did
© 2013 Michael Yost 02/16
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Consequences, Death, Depression, Expectations, Friendship, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Winners and Losers, Wonder
Left behind to play with himself
Finding a puzzle he might solve
All the other kids went ahead
When they seen him often they fled
He was a normal and quiet boy
Mother was poor not many toys
Father had left for some reason
Mother mumbled about treason
Left alone too while mother worked
She told him uptown a store clerk
Some boy’s drunken dad let it out
He saw his mom whoring about
Grew up stronger and tougher too
Came up alone fought quite a few
Signed up Marines a paradox
A dad for sad until the pine box
© 2011 Michael Yost 05/11
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Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, children, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Michael Yost, Mom Warned Me, Pain, Poetry, Salvation, Virginity, Wonder, Writing. Bookmark the
Didn’t give you much of a chance
Nor did you hold up much of a stance
Being a single mother since I was less than one
And I being the only and youngest son
My salvation was your greatest concern
At eleven I gave my heart so I wouldn’t burn
Decades later I still know I’m saved
But you wouldn’t know it in how I behaved
You would suggest behavior in all that I did
Very few things did you ever forbid
Out of respect I followed most of the time
Never really caught when I did the crime
Next milestone was at the age of thirteen
The year I was no longer green
Lost innocence under the green porch light
She was twenty five and my mother was mostly right
Changed my life’s path for good and for sure
Some would say I was no longer pure
Could or would, knowing I couldn’t change a thing
Even going from a tenor to baritone when I sing
© 2011 Michael Yost 11/04
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, children, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Michael Yost, Mom Warned Me, Pain, Poetry, Salvation, Virginity, Wonder, Writing
They say I’ve got to make change
For the next transfer…
Looks like you’ve got too much.
Let’s split it so we can both walk instead.
I hope your back pocket doesn’t have enough
change for the transfer.
©2015 Michael Yost 07/16
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Embrace Change, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost
Hey can you hear or see me today
I’m in the looking glass with Alice
My image’s captured I have to stay
As long as I’m here with no malice
She’s five foot six and I think you know
Logic and proportions are fading
Look in her glass as my image goes
There’s nothing to see if it’s breaking
A hookah needs to stay a whole bowl
But inhaled to the size of a mole
It’s just Carlos Castaneda’s soul
Smoking everything naturale
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/25
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Carlos Castaneda, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mushrooms, Poetry, Wonder
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