Michael Jordan Poet Couplet

Four-Leaf Clover

Sometimes I just want to say
I reckon it doesn’t matter any way

I remember once I watched a ghost
Fly into a soul and become the host

As darkness inhales clear blue sky’s
Mothers feeling their children’s cries

In a distant bar there is a singer who sings
As two more betray their wedding rings

Gliding upon the dance floor of lust
If you burn the toast scrape the crust

On the other side of town a call is made
Another soul is offered up for trade

Trading tricks just to ride the white horse
Steady as she goes and stay the course

A little old lady about 60 pounds
Grabs her chest and hits the ground

A baby is born to the most awful fate
Parents drinking from the pool of hate

They had no love and with noting to hold
Play in the snow and you will get cold

An old man could no longer take the strife
He grabbed his chest and fell next to his wife 

I guess that is how strong love should be
If you have to go then please wait for me

As suddenly as it started it was all over
A man finally found a four-leaf clover

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Vince Suzadail Jr. January 23, 2009 at 12:21 PM Touches on a lot of lives. We all need to find that four leaf clover once in while. God Bless. Vince

Carrie Richards January 22, 2009 at 8:41 AM Hi Michael..I don't know how I missed this gem of a poem...it's a deep, soulful write, and astoundingly awesome! I've missed seeing your poetry...now realizing that I've somehow missed a few. Thank you for your kind comments on mine...take care and enjoy the rain....hooray...we sure do need it!!! ("I'm looking over a four leaf clover") I grew up with that song...one of the first I ever learned!! :) ~ Carrie

Tyesha Ehigiator January 21, 2009 at 7:37 PM Absolutely astonishing!! Wow Michael, this was a truly amazing deep written poem coming straight from the soul. I loved..(Gliding upon the dance floor of lust If you burn the toast scrape the crust...This one had me tripping, the imagery here is awesome. Take care and God Bless * Tyesha

Rhonda Hero Aka Hero-Wilson January 21, 2009 at 6:49 PM i hope the four leave clover will birng him luck-good write-rhonda hero

Raul Moreno January 21, 2009 at 2:13 PM Excellent couplet Michael, This is my favorite stanza "In a distant bar there is a singer who sings As two more betray their wedding rings" Those are great lines...Raul

Derrick Burton January 21, 2009 at 12:19 PM Many storys wrapped up in one. But in the end it comes down to a four leaf clover. enjoyed reading this and have a blessed day.

James Foulk January 21, 2009 at 11:47 AM Hi Michael been busy myself but doing fine. this was a beautiful write will put it in my favorites. a four-leaf clover is a rare thing, i have never found one, though i have looked far and and wide. thank you for reading always together and for your kind comment and support of my poetry.

Brian Strand January 20, 2009 at 11:43 PM You have 'cornered 'this form Michael.Well done rgds Bian & thanks for your welcome comments

January 20, 2009 at 4:37 PM The emotion comes through your words in this poem. You touch on some realities in life. The last stanza is clever and pulls this poem together with creative flair. Keep on writing! Blessings to you. Karen

Robin L. Gass January 20, 2009 at 12:32 PM There is a lot of emotion running through this perfectly penned couplet. The next to the last stanza pops out and your imagery is vivid. Great write, Michael. I love your clever phrasing in this piece. Love, Robin

Colin Mitchell Williams January 20, 2009 at 12:06 PM Very Clever writing Michael ! Thank you for your comment.

Heidie Buys January 20, 2009 at 11:21 AM The luck of the draw? Love the touch of cynicism, the almost clinical observations. Very well written. Regards Heidie

Daver Austin January 20, 2009 at 11:14 AM Great write, Mike. I may have told you, I'm 80 years old, have had a number of friends these last few years grabbing their chests. Let's hope there were four leaf clovers in their pockets. Love, daver

Evets Pordlaw January 20, 2009 at 10:50 AM Bravo, Bravo *Standing Ovation!* E

Kristin Reynolds January 20, 2009 at 2:49 AM Such a truth filled, real and effective poem, love always, Kristin

Sean Kelly January 20, 2009 at 1:47 AM Great word flow and rhyme , MJ .....

Christopher Higgins January 19, 2009 at 6:17 PM Brilliant piece Michael..ghost entering soul and becoming the host..I want that line..terrific write brother.

Donna Golden January 19, 2009 at 3:41 PM Once again, an amazing write! I felt this one, Michael...it is full of emotional truths...many of which we try to ignore. Well done! Donna G.

Sharon Winter January 19, 2009 at 3:31 PM Wow Michael. Some heavy duty lines in this one. Yes, about life alright, the real thing. Such an excellent write, and thank goodness for four-leaf clovers. Outstanding! Love always, Shar YF4L

Michaela Payne January 19, 2009 at 1:41 PM Michael this is absolutely amazing, every line is amazing I can't think of one I like most. You are amazing. Wonderful write my friend. Blessings ~Michaela~

Erin Werner January 19, 2009 at 12:53 PM This is so good! I like writing and reading this kind of unique poetry. I like that one the two who betray their wedding rings! that oned rocked.