Tag Archives: Poet

Silly I’m The Whaler

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

Lover’s Reap


Poet’s soul spins into her cavity neap
Filling the cracks and crevices deep
Leveling the lining it seeps
Grading the walls inside steep
Secures the hearts new keep
Slowing lobo’s creep
Disturbing sleep
Killing sheep
Bo Peep

© 2011 Michael Yost

Wolf Feeding