Best Mike Poems
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night,
you are in my arms at the end of day,
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.
We shall be together 'fore soft twilight
To you I run without pause or delay
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night.
Love in our souls as our minds take to flight,
lost in your eyes, love we'll never betray,
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.
With emotions soaring to such great height
I yearn to watch the sun's last drowning ray
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night
In the gloaming of our passion's delight,
from our love's blooming we never shall stray,
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.
Your romantic writings always ignite
this great love our hearts tenderly convey
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.
Thank you for the invitation to continue our Celtic series, Mike. These two have a love that time and shadows can never conceal.
M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?
MH. Why yes I have!
M. Why the absence?
MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.
M. That should have taken no more than a couple minutes
MH. Ahhh...no, I was gone a couple weeks. I was going to stay out a month but this site is so addictive! I'm sure our listening audience can attest to that!
M. Audience? No ones listening to this...
MH. But you said...
M. Me?
MH. Yes you said when we were talking that I was going to be on the radio.
M. Dude your me...
MH. I know!
M. Your blowing my mind here...Can we just get on with this?
MH. Sure...What I was trying to do was really just find myself.
M. Find yourself...were your lost?
MH. No just needed to try and do away with some of the junk in my life.
M. I'm starting to wonder if I'm you then why is this the first time I'm hearing about it.
MH. That is odd isn't it..
M. Almost as odd as interviewing yourself.
MH. Almost
M. So any good poems written while you were gone?
MH. To tell the truth I couldn't stop writing...If they're any good only time will tell.
M. How do you think the interview is going so far? Am I doing alright? Asking the tough questions?
MH. I think your the best...That's why I only let me interview myself!
M. Speaking of interviews I've got another one scheduled I really need to run...
MH. Really? With who?
M. Oh it's you but you the World Famous Nuclear Physicist!
MH. But I'm not a...
M. Hey...It's what we call in journalism as a lead in...makes them want more.
MH. But I'm...
M. Don't worry, we'll make something up...
MH. We always do...
M. Ain't THAT the truth!
MH. Shall we do it over lunch?
M. Sounds good...you buying?
Sunlight leaks
through the curtain
after I’ve thrown off the covers.
Downstairs the television flickers
as a roommate sleeps
on the couch.
He was talking politics
last night.
I went upstairs
and read a poem.
This morning
I walk into the kitchen
and turn off a dripping faucet.
The furnace hums
to fight off a chill.
The calendar says spring
as if my life has just begun.
I go out for a leisurely drive
where the countryside
speaks to me.
I come back home
and make a quick brunch.
Words dancing in my head
cry out for me
to put them on a page
as the cat sits on my lap.
The roommate rolls to his side
saying, April’s the cruelest month
while I say the cruelest thing
is writer’s block.
A jet passing over a crown
of trees at the end of the street
streaks the sky.
The roommate talks about a movie
he watched in the middle of the night
and its philosophy.
Did you like it, I say
as a bird outside the window sings.
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna's light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush;
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
Michael P. Clarke and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 11, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 13, 2019
*Special Note*: It is a tremendous honor and my great pleasure to share in this wonderful recognition with my talented collaborator, Michael P. Clarke.
Michael, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting me to waltz with you among the stars. Your brilliant inspiration led the way to our lovely dance.
Congratulations, my dear friend, Michael.
Mike Gentile claims he's well endowed,
How lucky, no wonder he's proud
My poor neighbour Rodger -
he's got a small todger,
oops sorry I said that out loud!
Inspired by Mike Gentiles poem 'well endowed' www.poetrysoup.com/poem/well_endowed_1034039
Poem posted with kind permission of Mike
6/22/18
My wondrous love, my soul cries joyful tears,
when i do feel your heart beat against me.
As i hold you close, gone are all my fears,
and our glory i know shall ever be.
Your siren eyes they do call to my heart,
in the depths of my soul your song does sing.
From the heart of your eyes i shall not part,
all my love and care to you i shall bring.
In the depths of my love beauty i see,
you are the beauty, the light of my soul.
In your embrace love so gently can be,
ever in echoes your love is my goal.
Ever i know throughout all of my years,
my wondrous love, my soul cries joyful tears.
~ ~ ~
What fulfilling love through the years we've shared
Our hearts pulse as one though age takes a toll
With no other would I've wished to be paired
Our romance lives through each breath we extol
What you glimpse in my eyes can be defined
by the same vision I fathom in yours;
A forever love, heavenly divined
Come and walk with me upon moonlit shores
In echoes our love shall ever resound
to depths far deeper than ocean or sea
Our hearts and souls, perpetually bound
Wherever you are is where I shall be
Tears of joy testify to love's glory
They verify years of our love story
Thanks for renewing our joined writings, Mike. Your sonnets are always a joy and an opportunity to imagine.
Once the smoke clears I'll overcome the burns
The grass isn't always greener, the sky is sometimes grey and dark instead of blue
Sometimes you need to take a step back to really see what's ahead of you
I feel like Mike Tyson on fight night because I'm ready to take on the world
I've had the world on my shoulders for a while and it's been heavy
But I've got my boxing gloves on now and I'm ready
I'm getting back up and battling back
Everyone gets knocked down, but warriors and champions always find a way to last
Every mistake is a lesson don't disregard the signs
I believe love is real, just hard to find
Or maybe we're so blinded by past pains we refuse to admit we see it
I can't be the person who gives up on a jigsaw, I'll find the missing pieces
Depression is real, but the thoughts it makes you feel shouldn't be
I'll win this fight even if it means I have to get blood on me
I won't lie the fight with Depression is the toughest battle I've been in
I'd rather stand alone and have to go against ten men
I'm still scarred by some of the thoughts it put into my head
I attacked depression with a knife once, but it was me who bled
I think about things that make me smile when it tries to take me to scary places
I have to find some inner strength on the days where I can barely face it
I used to say sorry, but never again will I apologise for being emotional or saying how I feel
I'll let my scars bleed until I find a way to heal
I've grown because of all the stepping stones that I stood on
Depression doesn't stand a chance now I've put my boxing gloves on
Mike came home from Afghanistan yesterday,
I ran into him at the VFW...he looked at me
from behind eyes that had seen what no 22 yr. old
kid should have to see....he told me he didn't
belong here, that his brothers were in the s---
and he wasn't there to help......
Mike came home from Afghanistan two-weeks ago,
but only his body was here, his head was
still playin' tricks on him....... Mike didn't say much,
just blasted his drinks and looked uncomfortable.
Mike came home from Afghanistan three-months ago,
I heard he had been a recon sniper in the Stan,
and watched as one of his brothers had been
ambushed and snatched in the distance,
unable to help.......
Mike came home from Afghanistan four-months ago,
people said he went crazy at the bar, raced-off
on his motorcycle and crashed goin' 110 mph.
around a highway crossover in the pourin'-rain.
Mike never came home from Afghanistan,
but his body's in a box, buried in his hometown.
dawn’s stillness
early lightfall
at my feet
my body aches
I slip out of bed
I shiver
the angels have fallen
a part of me has died
a part of me is gone
left with realization
my love
I’ll never see her again
my love
left with realization
a part of me is gone
a part of me has died
the angels have fallen
I shiver
I slip out of bed
my body aches
at my feet
early lightfall
dawn’s stillness
(palindrome form)
A woman’s voice said
Look out the window
and I saw a ravine
with a fresh cover
of snow.
I thought it was the neighbor
but I was alone.
A thicket of trees
reached for the sun
yet I noticed
one was fallen
its age born
in its rings.
Two cats lay on my bed
as I took in my visions
of a pastoral scene.
a day in February
in the middle of town.
In this moment
I bore my seasons
and winter called for spring
yet a patch of a lawn
had turned brown.
A woman’s voice said
Live, live again
as I faced another day.
A cat sits on a chair
and hovers over me
as I lie in bed.
It’s December 31st
as a soft rain falls.
As I get up
I ask myself
if this is
an ending or beginning.
I’ve been back in town
full-time for five years
but embrace memories
of highways travelled
throughout the Midwest
when I worked
for road construction crews.
Now I’m left with my poems.
Bare limbs in the yard next door
wave and dance in the wind
beneath the cover of grey skies.
The cat brushes against me and mews
and I know it wants to be fed.
I take it downstairs
and fill a dish on the floor.
It eats in the kitchen while I call
my older cousin and we peer
into our younger lives.
When asked I said
if given the chance
I say
I’d live my life again.
Outside the window
rain has turned to snow
and the dormant yard
bears the change of weather.
He was, intellectually stimulating my mind
as he was making love to the mike.
Although there were many in the room,
this beautiful creature blocked my vision.
When he has the mike,
I make sure I have a reserved seat in the front row,
because I am straight "diggin'" him
and the power of his tongue.
When I am in anguish and in time of need,
he makes love to me with his words on the mike.
He makes me "cum" in many ways.
He makes me come to the realization
that this poetry thing is so deep.
Once you start it is like a drug,
so addictive.
No one has ever spoke on the mike beforeso well,
that I got aroused.
I mean, his poetry aroused my mind, body, and soul.
You see, he makes love to me so sensually,
and while everyone is in the room.
He has his tongue extremely close to the mike
and both eyes on me.
He is sending shock waves in and out of my body
because eventhough he is not touching me,
he is very tangible right now.
Heck, he is very tasty right now.
He looks like the loops in my fruit,
the peanuts and caramel in my snickers.
"So why wait?"
Because I am hungry!
Can't you hear my stomach growling?
He is not White Castle's but he is what I crave.
He is making me hungry for his essence.
When he is on the mike,
he makes my mind wonder in every dimension.
He takes me there,
to different galaxies.
He makes my body soar to higher heights.
I am rising higher, and higher.
A room full of people
and all I see is one.
The one for me and me for him.
The way he licks his lips
makes my heart turn flips.
He has that sex appeal.
His sexy looks will kill,
because I am slowly dying
to be that mike.
He handles the mike very gently
and with care.
Yet still has total control.
I guess he is so enticing because
he handles the mike,
the way I want him to handle me.
november gray
the whisper
of love lost
A friend said
a little mulch
and planting
is what it takes
to transform a yard.
She bought flowers
in spring
as a gift to herself.
She laid the mulch
and planted the flowers
around a tree.
She cried out
for last night’s storm
and all life
a touch of rain could bring.
She said
after her divorce
every transgression
could be forgiven
with a little sun.
After moving back
to her hometown
it was time to start again.
She said
that her two sons
would bring their wives
and come back
for an Easter brunch
when stories told
around the table
would fine new life.
She knelt in the yard
and spring kissed her
on the cheek.
as a warm breeze blew.
A church bell pealed
such joy found
when young girls
dressed in white
holding lilies
danced along the sidewalk.
Restless clouds hide
the sun and stars
as I drive alone.
A voice on the radio
asks what is important
now. My bones ache
and I embrace my dreams
as clouds pass overhead.
The voice talks about visions
of children as their lives lie
ahead, but I am older.
The tires on my car sing
as I embrace the moment,
but memories find their way
back to me and sit by my side.
I see the many faces of love.
I still hear their voices
the conversations, feeling the warmth
of every stolen moment
in the corner of a room.
The radio talks about time
about how it passes but is never lost.
The small town on The Mississippi
awakens with a whisper
and the river always flows.
The sun breaks through clouds
and glistens upon waters as they stir—
a revelation.
Every day I’m learning
to live again.