Monthly Archives: May 2014

May I Wonder Aloud (Repeat)

Like the song, I ask where have all the flowers gone.
Where are the people that were part of my life growing
up as a babe and young boy?
I know the answer; they have slipped away into a memory
I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.

Next the teenage years and a lot of the same people are
there; but there’s new ones too. They were priming me
for the new adult life and the first loves of a teen. It was
happy anxiety. Those people and the girls have all slipped
away into memories. I have the memories, deep memories,
I should be happy.

As a young man the 7 seas were going to be my home and I married a young lady to keep my house. We had one child and finally four growing up and out of the home. They all have a wife and a husband of their own. Those children raised me! The wife and I drew apart and the family all slipped away into memories. I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.

Aging as people do, I found a few friends; the kids were
all far away and I turned to writing as an outlet. Nothing
was ever published, but that didn’t matter; the writing
was for my benefit, no one else’s. One day the Doctor
told me I would soon lose my memories and after a
while I would finally die. So now I write even more of my
memories, so I can remember them; so I should be happy.

© 2012 Michael Yost 2/7

A Dream is a Dream is a Dream?

The anchor’s dragging from the wind blowing
Sails are stowed so the boat must be towing
Two anchors dropped bow into the waves
Dark clouds with sheets of rain counting graves

Pealing thunder brought Hope from the cabin
Snapping a switch Hope brought out the lightning
Purple, blue and white colors lit up the night
Asking Hope smiling if she had a kite

No but we must go see Davy Jones
The boat started to sink shivering bones
Hope sang a magic song I’d never heard
Capturing my heart and soul the words blurred

Jumping overboard and I started to swim
My confusion cleared up out of the dim
Out of my dream I wake up in the moat
The first one offering her hand was Hope

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/25

Daddy’s Shoes

I fill these large shoes but stumble
Falling down hard I am humbled
All around jeering mumbles
Like it’s funny that I tumbled

Again my self talk is bad
I only want to be sad
Where’s your reason to be glad
Your goodness drives me mad

Walking the earth to be hurt
Wanting your ear not your skirt
Finally mocking overt
Calling me an introvert

Crying so long I started a tide
Then slipping on my backside
Rolling in poo again I cried
It’s got to be time for suicide

The shoes fall off climbing up
I slipped down holding on snug
Three more feet to crest the top
Almost there to take the flop

No Ideating, Just flipping the bird
How many listened to or heard
Close off your brain, open your heart
Hear their cries before they depart

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/23

 

 

Love and Time

 

Running away the fences breaking
Can’t stop all the feelings rushing through
Broken hearts left in the wake aching
Barb wire digging deep and stretching wounds

Rain and tears mixed into sweat follow
Leaving me naked wandering half blind
Now flesh falling leaving my shadow
Find a new shadow and walk behind

She shouldn’t catch me shadowing to hide
As long as I can mimic the pair
I should be able to live and survive
But at night disappearing ensnared

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/22

The Rooftop

 

Upon the rooftop reaching for the stars
Looking up you see stars, Venus and Mars
Wishing for some magic and discover
You’re holding feelings under cover

You can’t hide forever magic will show
Your feet over the world are still shadows
Running, walking or creeping with all fours
Going nowhere you’re stuck like before

Until you accept that magic won’t work
Trying the last one thing of you going berserk
You can’t run for feelings under cover
Seeing it all out you’re going to suffer

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/14

The Cold Stove

Hearing her voice smile, “It’s got to be time”
Her warm body sliding closer to mine
My eyes closed I felt her breathe on my neck
She had a cold stove with embers to check

Swinging my feet over hitting the floor
It’s so cold, there could be another chore
Just in time running I managed to beat
Squeezing against pressure to lift the seat

Now the three red embers were dying for fuel
Next to the cord was kindling as a rule
Last nights beef stew was sitting in the fridge
Coffee pot set up for our dark dosage

Heating up the cold stove ready to cook
Logs and some pages from a comic book
With a jump my cold feet found her asset
Vowing her vengeance later I felt regret

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/19

Love at Ten

Let me find that gentle smile
That makes me feel juvenile
Stuttering my feelings I blush
Everyone believes it’s a crush

I’ve loved you since I turned ten
God only knows why it was then
Your eyes, your smile and velvet cheeks
Those were the things I did peek

Ten years later I feel the same
My regret is I’m filled with shame
Not being a Prince, a different caste
Poured as a mold into a class

I had to let her go that day
Her dowry was given away
She married the Prince and he died
Then flashed an evil look in her eyes

She got up and ran away clean
Not leaving a visible crime scene
She followed my trail to me here
Then said it would be alright dear

My feelings were stressed for ten years
Standing together never so near
Now she’s ready I’m feeling juvenile
Her velvet cheek had a tear and a smile

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/17