Long Michaela Poems
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I pay homage to a special group
Our ladies here on Poetry Soup
I shall start my list with mother Beer
A Lady with whom I hold so dear
Of Elaine George it’s clear to see
She melts my heart with her poetry
When it comes to Sharon what can I say
I would humbly bow before her any day
For my friend Rhoda it is clearly written
With her as momma cat I wish I were a kitten
Katherine with her darling Jenny so bright
The two of them together are a sheer delight
Michaela is off to Collage excited this year
I’ve never met a soul that is so dear
We have two Ladies fighting for their boys
Mary and Christy both deserve all life’s joys
Two more ladies that are really swell
My friends Laura and the darling Adell
Margaret is special, kind and really sweet
The most spiritual lady I ever did meet
We have a Mermaid off the Australian Coast
To my dear friend Robyn I propose a toast
Carol please know these words are true
Never in this life could I forget you
I guess I must be getting a little dreary
I have yet to mention Karen O’Leary
To Astrid, Bella, Farrah, Peggy and Rene’
I am blessed you have all passed my way
Speaking of blessings these words are true
Crystal proves we are blessed by what we do
One special Lady just sets my heart aglow
Tis my oldest daughter Sarah Jho
The two I hold in my prayers and memory
God watch over Tami Violet and Lynn Marie
I must tell the truth for I shall tell no lies
Added this cause I forgot Carrie and Heidie Buys
And now I am feeling very low and blue
Cause I went and forgot Patricia and Kristin to
I didn't even have to think it over twice
Before I jumped back and added D-nyce
I didn’t realize when I started this endeavor
That the list could just go on and on forever
I must end this poem for it’s starting to hurt
Wife just hit me for being a flirt (Just Kidding)
I apologize to any Ladies that I have
overlooked in this poem. Please know
I hold you all in my heart, prayers and
daily thought. I love you all. God Bless
Isolated, closed door, evil stare...
Trying to get out.
How do I get there?
Uncertainty, disgusted, let down in compressed air...
Trying to make sense of it.
How do I get there?
Faithful friends, truthful in what they share...
Trying to absorb their words.
How do I get there?
Pre-trial, revealing devastating news, life seems so unfair...
Trying to stay afloat.
How do I get there?
Bad news confirmed, court room again, filled with lies in thin air...
Trying to keep my babies and myself safe.
How do I get there?
I keep asking; HOW IS LIFE FAIR? HOW IS LIFE FAIR?
Trying to quench and hold onto the Lord's Prayer...
How do I get there?
Alone, depressed, in despair...
Trying for their sake to just be there.
How do I get there?
Faith, counseling, oh how I'm in need of prayer.
Trying not to be hurt.
How do I get there?
Final hearing, I feel let down again...
Trying to get my life back.
How do I get there?
Compassionate new friends, 6 day trip, eager to share...
Trying to heal my heart and wounds.
How do I get there?
New freedom, feeling alive, silly online questionnaire...
Trying to do something fun to find myself again.
How do I get there?
Interesting biography, cute smile, do I take the dare?
Trying to move forward.
How do I get there?
Feeling unattractive, awkward, and out of place, what do I wear?
Trying to stay positive.
How do I get there?
Unwilling to commit, afraid and in disrepair...
Trying to guard my heart.
How do I get there?
Encouraging and empathetic, to my surprise, he has tender loving care...
Trying to remain hopeful and joyous.
How do I get there?
God has sent me an angel, but still, I get that evil stare...
Trying to understand the feelings of my children.
How do I get there?
Everything happens for a reason, even when it seems unfair...
Trying to live up to His expectations.
How do I get there?
written by Michaela Johnson
August 2011
My Poetry Soup Friends, what a journey I have been on since we last spoke. I graduated from Butte College with an AA in Social and Behavioral Science, Yuba College with an AS in Addiction Counseling, and Chico State with a BA in Psychology. I am now a State of California Certified CADC Counselor. Coming from my past of Methamphetamine Manufacturing, Prison Gang Member, and ex-con, I feel like a Phoenix. I think when I received my Pardon from the Governor in 2015, my transformation process was near completion. Then, when I went to work for the County where I live, I knew my journey was complete. I love helping others find their way out of the darkness of addiction and mental health disorders that plagued my own life; I now know my transformation is complete.
I continued to write while I have been absent from our poetry site. I plan on posting again, and more importantly, reading your poetry. I have missed being a part of our Poetry Soup community. Once I had told my story, I thought I had achieved my goal. I honestly thought I had nothing more to say. I focused my attention on school and then my career. Toni and I raised Michaela; she has become an amazing young lady. Our other children are also living very blessed lives, which gives us great pride. We now have nine grandchildren and get to enjoy sharing all of their lives as well.
My life is blessed, but I’ve felt something was missing, an empty hole that I’ve been unable to fill. I write poems for all of our Behavioral Health Events. While writing my Poems for this year’s Recovery Happens/Suicide Prevention day in the park, it came to me; Poetry Soup is what has left a hole in my soul, so I’m coming home to share the bright side of my story. There will be more poems to follow. Many people/clients see me as a hero figure, but I’m just an old-dawg who has learned new tricks. I’m trying to do the Lords work as best I can: One day, one person, and one poem at a time.
How does one pick a single soul in a field of Flowers?
God would find it rather hard with all of his powers
There are so many beautiful people as we all know
I’m finding it rather impossible to pick a single soul
Even as I pen this one is coming clearly to my mind
Michaela is a very rare gift that is impossible to find
She is like a spiritual daughter that blesses my heart
She has been a very special friend right from the start
Her and my daughter Michaela share the same name
I have chosen my very dear friend, Miss Michaela Payne
When we first met on the site each of us was fairly new
She was the essence of the word “pure” through and through
Michaela is so pure of heart and she is so pure of soul
Beaming with a beautiful innocence so few ever know
It was really hard at first because these words are true
I thought, “Someone like her doesn’t need to know you”
Sometimes in life the Lord brings together two souls
As they each help each other understand their goals
Through her friendship I was eventually able to see
That there was still some good left up inside of me
I truly doubt that Michaela could ever begin to know
Beautiful blessing she has been up inside of my soul
She knows that if ever she needs it I have a real good ear
As I know my knowledge is something that she holds dear
She knows what ever the subject I can offer sound advice
For I haven’t just seen it all, I have seen most of it twice
Never know how good it feels for a tired old convict like me
To help someone as beautifully innocent as a person can be
I reckon that leaves this old man with just one last thing to say
I hope my Michaela grows to be just like her some beautiful day
This Poem is written for Christie's contest and i must
say I found it so very hard to choose just one person
to write about because I have truly been blessed by
many wonderful friends on this site. God Bless you all
I have heard angels fly on golden wings
And I believe they do
Doves represent the purest form of love
And I suppose that’s true
Sweetheart there is a simple fact
That I wish you to know
The beauty of both the Angels and Doves
Live inside your soul
Sweetheart you are an angel
Precious as can be
With a love that is pure
As a snow white doves could ever be
As I sit here in this prison
I am left to fight
All the pain of being separated
From my hearts delight
I am starting to understand
The pain of prison blues
Because I know without a doubt
Another filled my shoes
There is nothing to excuse
Nothing to forgive
Even though time has stopped for me
You must continue to live
It is only now I can see
What I’ve done to you
Leaving you in a situation
Forced to do what you must do
As you do, what you must do
I wish you to know
That I am praying to the Lord above
To protect your soul
When they finally set me free
With tears in my eyes
On the wings of Angels and Doves
Straight to you I’ll fly
We shall share a precious gift
Given to us by God above
Then delivered to the two of us
On the wings of Angels and Doves
The gift I speak of at the end
of this poem was our daughter
Michaela. After hearing she was
born I didn't get another letter
for over a year. Prison teaches
one all about pain and heartache.
I wrote poems and mailed them home
everyday during that year and finally
right before my release I received a
letter. That was one of the happiest
days of my life for I knew I could
go home. I will never put my family
at risk again for I found my heart
and soul that year. thank you
Another blessing on another day
Just another chance to pray
Pray for what, “Well lets see”
Everything the Lord does for me
Not to mention what he does for my wife
Praise be to God what a wonderful life
Facing life on its own terms
Was a lesson we had to learn
Had to learn to say “no’ to the high
Stay on the ground and reach the sky
Whatever we need we get for free
Lord looking out for us you see
Wanted some plants to landscape the yard
Lady said no its all-free put up your card
I’ll even come by and offer my advice
Heard from Brian you folk are really nice
Then I’ll bring the rest of the plants for free
Need help planting count on my family and me
Spiritual Enlightenment is all I can say
Living and giving is the only right way
Never pushing our forcing advice
Let our actions be our words of life
Living by example with no words said
Come on in lets break us some bread
Day started off in so much pain
Getting out of bed seemed in vein
But as I end this poem all I can say
What a wonderfully beautiful special day
Another day the Lord filled our need
Man I love the joy of spreading seed
For each seed planted ten more sprout
We use what we need and give the rest out
Which in turn brings so many more
Living and giving is what life is for
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Today I started my day on the site waiting
on my Doctor worried i had a large blood
clot in my leg - Thank God it wasn't and
the rest of the day - God sure does bless
us. God Bless and Good night from
Michael, Toni & Michaela
I have recently come to know
A special lady who reminds me of myself.
For sixty plus years ago in school
It seems I did not fit in
There was the I'm better than you group
And then there was me.
It was there and then I decided
I'd not worry about the crowd
I was going to what I thought best
And chose to be myself.
If they wanted to act superior
I'd not stand in their way
If pleasing boys was their goal
I'd not their babies raise.
I'd do my thing and be satisfied
That I did it the best I could
And if they didn't like it
More power to me I said.
In l956 and 7 I took a teaching job
And one little girl so shy and timid
Stood out from the rest.
I tried to instill in them self worth
As well as books of knowledge
For you see I hoped one day
They would go off to college
Forty-eight years later the year 2005
I managed to contact her
So glad she was alive.
When she my letter did reply
I got quite a shock
These are the lines she did write
Mrs. Beer do you remember
How shy and timid I was
Well, when you left school that year
I never was shy again
This concerned me for I wondered
Was it good or bad
Then a friend told me
Of the wonderful life she had
So maybe I did do al right
And when we chanced to meet
She was a sweet self confident lady
So unlike that little girl I knew
Why did I write this down
The reason you see
Michaela, I have tagged you
You remind me of me.
Cile Beer
In snooker there is but one rule
To play your best at the crucible
Professionals play under extreme pressure
For the crowds joy and immense pleasure
Fifteen reds set up on the table
Potting away at different angles
Six different colours to add to the score
A 147 break and the crowd just roars
The talent so hot, competition is fierce
These geniuses play without any fears
The crowds are gathering to take their seats
To watch the rocket increase his lead
Ronnie stoops down to take his shot
Suddenly a noise in the crowd, oh' he’s shocked
Michaela raises her voice, calm down please
To late the distraction unsettles his ease
In an effort to continue he chalks his cue
Playing for green, his minds on blue
He strikes the white and hits the green
But it rattles in pocket, he's caused a scene
He knows he’s missed even before the shot
His concentration gone, another frame lost
Due to start a another frame now
Selby to break, the crowd crying out
Commentary throughout has been superb
The skill of these players we've observed
An absolute brilliant entertaining game
especially that last twist in the final frame
(Oh' Wait a minute, I think we've been snookered!)
Copyright © 12th February 2014
K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me
When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold
The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me
She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about
She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe
Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”
No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start
From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal
I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show
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Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.
I felt so rejected, alone and sad
like an abandoned puppy left to wander a street
it was then that I realized, that my life was real bad
so I disowned every challenge I happened to meet
I just gave up on trying to make others happy
so I fell in a hole that was too deep to climb
I sure didn't care if others felt crappy
people got on my nerves for such a long time
'til that day I saw someone who changed my ways
it was someone who I knew and liked so much
but the way that I felt when my eyes met her gaze
I forgot all my troubles, my sorrows and such
she helped pull me out of that hellish, dark hole
I got all my thoughts back on track and my heart set in place
she filled up this feeling, one that never felt full
she got rid of my hatred, which I’ll never re-trace
it was then that I noticed, how my life would get better
she became my sweet savior, a gift from above
my life would be nothing, had I never met her
I’m glad that I have someone now that I love.
Dedicated to my Sweet Michaela, who shattered the darkness around me.