Monthly Archives: October 2015

Temptation on the Trail

Over the edge hanging by four fingers
The pit of my being said let’s not linger
Adrenaline strength, but one finger was slipping
Salt in my eyes from the sweat that was dripping

Falling in slow motion my hand is grabbed tight
My feet start to slide as I fight for my life
Going down hard, rock’s cut open my knees
Then I stopped my slide when I grabbed a tree

He pulled me forward and I fell face down
Clutching the weeds, I was praising the ground
I thanked the stranger that saved me from dying
My tears mixed with sweat as I started crying

I finally get up and look down the dirt road
Thinking I’ll never stray and do as I’m told
No matter how tempting the sights may be
I’ll look down at my leg and the scar on my knee

© 2011 Michael Yost 12/30

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There are many paths up the Mountain,but the view of the moon from the top is the same.

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Following the river seems the easiest at first,
Until the waterfalls only quenches your thirst.

Climbing the rocks the next easiest you decide;
But keeps pushing you back, because of the slides.

The thorny path looks like the hardest to pass
Cutting all the thorns down you reach the top last.

You could have saved time measuring the feat
Sometimes what looks the hardest way up is
The easiest to complete.

2011 Michael Yost 05/02
*Ancient Japanese saying

Gutter Pizza

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Gutter pizza steams
Round worms seek shelter
Pigeons flock to scene

Broken zipper streams
Boil weeping smelter
Gutter pizza steams

Lacerations scream
Doubling up, welter
Pigeons flee the scene

Conscience fades to dreams
Nightmare now alters
Gutter pizza steams
Pigeons flock to scene

© 2011 Michael Yost 02/09

I remem….

My memories rushing out with the tide
Tears well up bubbling goodbye and cry
Body’s braking and hair is gray
You can feel good times slipping away

The older have lapsed and now devoid
Scattered away with the broken toys
More are slipping and times we enjoyed
The only slap left is being unemployed

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13

Crusted Gaze

Depression rages
Strangling sanity’s loose hold
Sleep eludes the night
Cowering away daylight
Leaves all but a crusted gaze

©2010 Michael Yost 12/23

Time Has Come Today

The words are mine the thoughts universal
See the brilliance of youth’s potential
My own life inconsequential
Sands of time deplete, replete
Not ours to own or keep
Long enough to mete
Hills not to steep
Babies creep
I sleep
Deep
© 2011 Michael Yost 01/13

5 Pigs

A farmer had 5 female pigs. Times were hard, so he decided to take them to the county fair and sell them. At the fair, he met another farmer who owned five male pigs. After talking a bit, they decided to mate the pigs and split everything 50/50.

The farmers lived sixty miles apart, so they agreed to drive thirty miles each and find a field in which to let the pigs mate.

The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 A.M., loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, (which was the only vehicle he had) and drove the thirty miles.

While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer, “How will I know if they are pregnant?”

The other farmer replied, “If they’re lying in the grass tomorrow morning, they’re pregnant. If they’re in the mud, they’re not.” The next morning the pigs were rolling in the mud, so he hosed them off, loaded them into the family station wagon again and proceeded to try again.

This continued each morning for more than a week and both farmers were worn out.

The next morning he was too tired to get out of bed. He called to his wife, “Honey, please look outside and tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in the grass.”

“Neither,” yelled his wife, “they’re all in the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn.”

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