Tickling my Nose

Deeper waters burn and tickle my nose
Exhausted and slipping in and out prose
Composting lawns with no blades seen
Trying very hard not to boast and preen

Choices made without my approvals
Graduating players eager to bust skulls
My nose is still burning and tickling
Girl’s new Water Polo Coach is rising

© 2015 Michael Yost 05/16

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Hard to Find

My will to continue is hard to find
Some others already lost their minds
Counting my abilities I whine
Look at my life it’s time to resign

Yellow spines are where cowards hide
Fooling you through the mist in their eyes
Among the many they summoned me
To protect their lives so I wouldn’t flee

© 2015 Michael Yost 5/14

Hard to Find

But Why

Lie, hide, cry, deny, then die, but why
Long, gone, songs, belongs, with, prolong sighs
Clang, rang, sang, melange and tearing eyes
One, none, sung, burden, then die. but why

© 2015 Michael Yost 5/10

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Best definition I’ve seen in 61 years. I’ve read her column from about 6th grade until she died and this is one I don’t remember or didn’t pay attention. G K Dutta, thanks for sharing this.

Originally posted on GK Dutta:


Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

~Ann Landers

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Beginning of the End

Are relations starting the dead end
Working hard to keep it a fair blend
Doesn’t really work if only one bends
Doors open but not losing a friend

Probably should have ended it earlier
Love blinds but I wasn’t an amateur
She had an itch and I couldn’t help her
Sent her on her way to her monsieur
© 2015 Michael Yost 05/06