Some stories he’s told have grown along the way
But what really happened has gone astray
Don’t ask him the truth because he couldn’t say
The lies are so real it’s like it was just yesterday
With others they’re told so many different ways
If you heard it before you’ll know he’s strayed
Ask him the truth and he’d know what to say
But he’ll tell you he’s mixed up even if it was yesterday
© 2011 Michael Yost
I’ve only loved two in all my life
One of them used to be my wife
The other a girl during High School years
When I think of either one I can shed a tear
The world rotates so fast for me today
But I wouldn’t trade the time of yesterday
Will there be time for more; I’m over fifty
I guess for the time being we’ll watch, wait and see
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-46-love-and-its-not.html
Finding the time leaves a trail of tears
I’ve told him I love him but he still feels fear
That I’ll not be there when he makes a call
Because I go with my girl friends to the mall
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-46-love-and-its-not.html
Sobriety gives
Me the key to my own cell
And to escape hell
© 2011 Michael Yost
Wind mills and a rainbow on the hills that I stroll
Ahead on the path I see a little troll
When I finally reach him he reads from a scroll
The King said it’s his right to demand a large toll
The scroll says the King owes him for some magical spell
And had him released him from the dungeon’s cell
You see my magic is strong so heed mademoiselle
Or I’ll put you in a deep hole and you’ll think it is hell
I pulled out my wand and did to what he threatened
The troll looked up and appeared to be frightened
As he stood there the hole had just deepened
Maybe you should have asked with whom that you bargained
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://promisingpoetscafe.wordpress.com/2011/07/31/the-perfect-poet-award-for-week-49/
The perfect poet
Awarded week forty nine
Treasure that is mine
I nominate bendedspoon for the Perfect Poet Award.
Laying out the words from the creative void
Drawing everything out from voices destroyed
Digging deeper holes hollowing out the devoid
Trying to stay calm while being annoyed
© 2011 Michael Yost
Being held captive and isolated
The world makes you feel frustrated
Even admitting on paper is enclosing
It’s the hesitation and too much exposing
Knock-Knock-Knock
“Just a minute.”
It comes on you as if you’re drowning
Or on a high cliff suddenly falling
Your mind grasps at anything within its reach
Now your heart feels like it’s about to breach
Filling a large balloon slowly through your nose
Emptying through your mouth very slow
But your lungs feels like you need a whole lot more
Finally you get up, answer and maybe unlock the door
© 2011 Michael Yost
* Anthropophobia
The depth of their love only ran so deep
And through the hard times, it would not keep
The child that they had, could not sleep
He senses something wrong and only weeps
Too young to know yet knew that he did
He knew one was gone because he added
Growing older was sad, for he was shielded
The other kids had Dads and he felt cheated
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-45-nature-and-life.html
The ebony wall pushing me from behind
The wall and my back are locked, intertwined
Heels almost dragged under as it goes
My gaunt eyes staring forward, froze
Ahead at the white line past my nose
I count on my fingers all my past woes
Shoulders pushed forward with my head hanging low
Cursing it’s not my fault, I’m predisposed
Awake in my apartment the line’s on the mirror
I take what’s there to make my mind clearer
The dream starts over being pushed from behind
My head and the white line are intertwined
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-59.html#more
