I’ll get the spirits
Ual come over hereh sey
here r tic kets mon slick
© Michael Yost
Word whispered out, “It’s on tonight.”
Warriors rounded into one
Lightest armor and weapons chose
Into evening we would run
King and men flanked ridges around
Insuring foe’s defeat
Queen and court made ready for fight
Stockpiling bastions for retreat
Advancing slow on sleeping foes
Ice water soon to break
Projectiles at the ready
Balloons will abruptly awake
© 2011 Michael Yost
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http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/01/one-stop-poetry-form-monday-
One Stop Poetry Forms – Ballads 01/31/2011
Gooseberry Garden
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Rose from bone and clay
Help, comfort and company
Eve of destiny
© 2011 Michael Yost
Push hard the black pencil
Making it really dull
Wrinkle and rip the stencil
Give them something to mull
Not with too much tensile
All words need to be culled
Boiled down like the lentil
Leaving nothing made null
© 2011 Michael Yost
Look at the mountain
Crops and holds galore
Hammer slams the forge
Sycophantic beat
Adjective addicts
Slipping rocks slide feet
Over hand reaching
Miss the point passing
Hammer slams the forge
Cold tempered steel slice
Overused device
Save the muscles price
© 2011 Michael Yost
Under my sky is under your feet
Six foot under just out of my reach
Once in a while falls through a cat’s turd
You see it is food for our fat birds
© 2011 Michael Yost
One Shoot Sunday 01/30/2011
With Iquanyin Moon, Photographer
Would never be dreamt
Coming close to reality
Aching happiness
© 2011 Michael Yost
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http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/01/29/free-write-friday-week-three/
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Hush little baby don’t you blat
Or momma will lay you out flat
If you get up to dance and sing
Bust your head with this shoe I fling
© 2011 Michael Yost
Let me lay down right there.
It seems I longer care
Funny I don’t despair
Lay out all feelings bare
Catch my thoughts in midair
Voices no longer blare
Ceiling cracked as I stare
Pink Floyd’s brick fell I swear
No longer need the tare
Her mantel hangs my pair
© 2011 Michael Yost
The blaze filled the night time sky
Mountain fairies rescued the queen
Winds loft cinders of souls died
Lost hope growing as her scream
© 2011 Michael Yost
