Tag Archives: Time

Over Duet

Who should I address these love letters to
The girls I fell in love with years too few
I am sorry that they are way overdue
But still hold the meaning my loving you

Can’t hold on to reality much longer
It’s hard to define one from another
Degrees of pain seems to be the measure
Try erasing gains off the pain’s ledger

So we grasp another with devotion
Tugging, hugging and feeling emotion
Without overdoing your burning charcoal
Would you please stay and fill the loopholes

© 2015 Michael Yost 05/22

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Grossly True*

Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud

New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin

Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan

*© 2011 Michael Yost 06/28

*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.


So You Had to Ask or

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/16

White Sheers

White Sheers

The curtains were white sheers and closed
Watching her from my porch she posed
For months now showing herself naked and vain
And she leaves the sheers open when it rains

When we pass outside, I tip my hat
Her smile meets my own, a diplomat
Windows insure her lavish lifestyle
Town peep shows allow her to beguile

Her free shows for me were inviting
Many Johns finds her show exciting
Leaving the other girls to help out
Understanding now what’s it about

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13

Stone 2

My time, before the sun rises low
My silence, before the birds call out
My inner sanctum, before you stir
My listening to the still small voice

© 2012 Michael Yost 2/25

Senryu Forty Seven

Can’t stop it or fight
The past appears as I write
Behind me’s just there

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/7

Time Has Come Today

The words are mine the thoughts universal
See the brilliance of youth’s potential
My own life inconsequential
Sands of time deplete, replete
Not ours to own or keep
Long enough to mete
Hills not too steep
Babies creep
I sleep

Sands Of Time

© 2011 Michael Yost


Fear of Success

Wasting of time is eternally lost
No measured margin for its total cost
For situations now that fallen behind
Sets back recompense now there are fines

Compromise self to a greater degree
Giving away more yet increasing fees
Originally no longer an issue
Time for wiping tears away with a tissue

Sabotaging yourself takes more time
Than going down that shortened ladder you climb
More anxiety now than lack of progress
Nothings more a strain than fear of success

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com