Monthly Archives: November 2011

Naked Truth

Carrying the criticism
Like a wet camel hair
Evident to all
Might as well have been bare

Words only meant
To point out a small flaw
Should have kept it to myself
Only my pride was my fall

Proving I was right
It was only I that cared
Now that I’m naked
It’s something we both share

© 2011 Michael Yost

TV Terror and Tears

Depth in my center now dropping forever
Stones fall off the cliff, into clouds
Stopping in the end?    Never
And never screaming aloud

Small things always turn into bigger
Tear triggered emotions off the wall
Billowing parachute; bless the rigger
Then the airplane finally stalls

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Forty Three

Jade with speckled gold eyes
White ivory silken skin
Black opal imbued heart

© 2011 Michael Yost

Your Own Denial*

Rejecting your own selfish strife
Not giving a dam about your wife
Leaving your children out of your life
Only your addiction in your sight

An expert at hiding your symptoms
Not able to handle your problems
Holding your family up for ransom
No responsibility for their outcome

© 2011 Michael Yost

*In progress

Whining again

Are you whining again?
My sad old friend
You’re hard to defend
With your whining again

Surely you must have
Something that’s glad
That’s made you mad
No? Forever sad

Just how you write?
It limits your sight
Try with your might
Don’t give up, fight

Nothing I say
Leads you to sway
This sadness today
Means whining to stay

© 2011 Michael Yost

Reverie Memories

There’s only one in my memory
That’s part of all my reveries
All the others once tied, drifted by
All the other’s words have lied

In my reveries I slowly sigh
In my memories I slowly die
In my waiting I comply
In my acceptance I occupy

There’s only one in my memory
Who comes to me da il ly
She’s part of all my reveries
Knowing she’ll never come back to me

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Lagging Memories

Lagging memories just over the rise
Pictures blotted out right before my eyes
Words of love at the end of the echo
Feelings circling in the river’s shallow

Going with the flow interrupted for sure
Watching and wondering how long the detour
Hours of waiting, I see no reason to delay
Lagging memories came back and took them away

© 2011 Michael Yost