Mike Gentile Poet Rhyme

Midnight Son

Oh, those days of a Midnight Son
Of wild abandon
Love on the run

When sunset goals invade the brain
And hijack thoughts
A one-way train

For life begins at 12 am
At clubs and bars
No rules to stem

In rendezvous, in tryst of love
Where lusts prevail
Affairs thereof

Alas, a Midnight Son grows old
Yet, memories stand
In thoughts paroled

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CayCay Godwin January 13, 2018 at 9:56 AM As a once midnight daughter this drew me in and I recognized bits of my younger self in your stanzas. Your poem was like a visit to the past, an enjoyable one because time only kept the good parts. That may just be my watch. Well done. Blessings ... CayCay Mike Gentile January 13, 2018 at 3:05 PM It’s funny how time does that, sometimes I really miss those times, ahh youth!! Thanks CayCay

Juli- Michelle January 9, 2018 at 12:36 PM Such a thought-provoking write. I love it. Love, Juli-Michelle Mike Gentile January 9, 2018 at 1:59 PM Thanks Jul-Michelle, I appreciate your kind comments, !!!

Connie Marcum Wong January 7, 2018 at 7:56 AM It is funny how the years change us when we think they never will, like enjoying long hair music. A lovely nostalgic piece Mike! : ) CayCay Godwin January 13, 2018 at 9:57 AM Connie - did you really just call rock n roll, long hair music? Really? Mike Gentile January 7, 2018 at 9:50 AM I certainly agree, thanks so much, Connie xxoo

Rhoda Tripp January 6, 2018 at 8:47 PM Maybe not old Mike, just wiser. "old" is subjective, Lol. I love this reminiscent poem. I remember those as a 'daughter moon' Great write, my friend. Mike Gentile January 7, 2018 at 9:51 AM Agreed, Thanks so much Rhoda xxoo

Line Gauthier January 6, 2018 at 5:40 PM Good one, Mike. Funny how we don't really miss those wild days after all. Mike Gentile January 6, 2018 at 8:16 PM Thanks so much xxoo

Vijay Pandit January 5, 2018 at 4:22 PM A reflective poem..memories of nights hunting fun..well written, Mike. Mike Gentile January 5, 2018 at 4:28 PM Thank you Vijay!!

Arturo Michael January 5, 2018 at 4:04 PM Those were the days my friend I hope they'll never end...Nice one Mike Mike Gentile January 5, 2018 at 4:28 PM Thank you Arturo!!

Silent One January 5, 2018 at 3:08 PM Deeply exprrssed Mike.. Mike Gentile January 5, 2018 at 4:28 PM Thank you Silent one !1

Darlene De Beaulieu January 5, 2018 at 2:47 PM Hello Mike,people do have memories of those days gone by. I like this poem. have a nice day my friend.xxx-ooo Mike Gentile January 5, 2018 at 2:50 PM Thanks Darlene, Have a great weekend!!