Best Mikey Poems

Mikey is a mango muncher,
He just loves that yellow fruit,
It is orange on the outside
With fragrant aroma that's so beaut.

Once he takes that skin off
His taste buds do a loop-de-loop,
Munching all that yellow flesh,
It really is his favourite fruit.

Now the juice is running everywhere,
What a...

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He lifts me up on cloud nine
I’m a lost sheep in godly sleep
He nurtures me like His child – I’m feelin’ fine
I’m a joyful sheep in godly sleep
Dead leaves of dried hope and fervor-lacking faith blew away with the wistful wind – this depression…no one...

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You’re like a backpack, jam-packed with memories of High School’s fun times and hard times…I know I had weaknesses back then; in addition, I had strengths that I still lack
You carry everyone’s weight including my own…you crumbled into sand and I am a stone –...

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Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 
My brain makes me wonder if you remember the times shared
Back to the blessed times, I recall that you would listened, be worried about me, and, at the time, you cared
We’re running out of time again…
And I’m still searching...

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I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about...

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The roof’s the limit, hon, sorry – I can’t change the rules nor can I mask the night with delight that will let you down in the aftermath…
So, stop throwing your two-year-old fits…once again, darkness will come upon you, but you must shun it out...

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Highly prized hopes lift up the hopeless, the needy, and the helpless again and again
When will the weight of fire on my bleeding heart be extinguished?
I wish that’d happen someday…I pray that joy will prey upon me someday…
I promise you, darling, that we’ll have the...

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Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper and you gave it your best shot to pass the difficult test
It looks like you’re outtah luck…you received an F for Failure…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder...

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You dig into my skin with your claws of distrustful disdain
Why don’t you welcome the Healing rain?
I promise that it will wash away the troublesome pain 
That bullies you to the extreme – try, darling, try to remain sane, 
Yet, I still feel for you…I...

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Mikey is an Invictus man, 
Gets many medals in archery, 
Sporty and keen he continues,
From his previous Army career. 

In the Queens Dragoons Guards, 
Whilst training he got stuck, fell,
From a rope bridge: broken neck,
Spine, and paralysed from chest. 

Help for Heroes helped him live,...

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I wasn't going to release this poem, 
But when I was Reading from Casarah list, 
changed my mind, so it's not my fault, 
Jan made me do it.

The story about Mikey and His Ass

Now Mikey was a poor boy,who
Lived out on a farm
Although he never...

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Poor Mikey
gave everything he had
for fifteen minutes under lights
(and they are expensive lights).
He went down not once but twice
in the same game with the same head
(his only one).

Rules meant to protect him 
from returning to the field did not apply. 
Officials determined he lay there...

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Mikey made his Paralympic debut, 
At Rio, but won the 400m freestyle, 
In the S7 category, limited leg use, 
So he’s pleased to bits, surprised. 

His dad sadly passed away before, 
Rio, with just 58 days to go, grief, 
“The race was dedicated to him.”...

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I didn't realize I hadn't posted my first poem I ever had published (albeit in a small newsletter). It was my first attempt at poetry after having been humiliated in high school (by an English teacher, no less) and I was proctoring a bar exam....

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You were my first love,
but the soul in you is gone,
Rest in peace my friend,
Everyone misses you,
we all want you back dearly....

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