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Mike had an overdraft that put him in a pickle
He wasn't worth a dime not even a nickel
He would be the first to say when he got his pay
He went out to play
He loved playing cards, he mostly lost
He bet on horses never counting the cost
Easy come, easy go was his way of life
It was entirely different for his careful frugal Wife
She wasn't mean she had no choice
When it came to finance
Mike never heard her voice
She tried her best
To help her Husband escape this mess
He was too irresponsible to listen, I guess
It all became too much she had enough
She wanted some order in her life
This life was far too tough
She packed her few possessions without any fuss
She rode away from poverty
On a Number 37 bus
For a time Mike missed his Missus
And the company she supplied
Somehow his gay abandon
Had shrivelled up and died
He felt in his pocket and found his last dollars and nickels
Went down to his local Pub and got
COMPLETELY PICKLED
Being on the team that got
Trump elected.
People treat me as if
I were seriously infected.
For being part of a team,
That shares Trump's
American dream!
Of an America strong and
free of government coercion,
And unwilling to be brainwashed into
Socialistic promises of freebie
diversions.
Trump believes in the Constitution
While others cry, " Restitution"
For what?
President Trump honest
to a fault, add humanity, too.
The Democrats won't give
him a chance are you kidding?
They play him the fool~
Like a drunk at a wedding.
The media burns the midnight
oil,
To broadcast truth?
A joke from which they all recoil.
Their goal of course, to cause national turmoil and poison discourse.
It's like a poisonous snake has
settled on the press.
Acosta, accosting a
presidential aide fighting
over a mike.
Acosta, a bonehead who
lightning should strike.
There should be a book
Published by CNN with
a poison pen...
" How we Destroyed the
USA."
It's not a matter of how, but when.
Worse, Trump and family believe
in God, an unforgivable sin.
Why don't his detractors just drink
a pint of cheap gin.
They can't get over the fact that
Hillary lost, much to their chagrin.
Democrats and Fake News create
new lies,
"Impeachment" always~their battle cry!
Oligarchs, Russia and Wiki-leaks,
Well, my fellow Americans,
Their false fairy tales just plain stink.
So now Nadler and Schiff, two
Sterling men sharpen their knives
Let's go over all the President's taxes
Surely there is something he's hiding.
They can't stand success, these Swamp
Creatures, they!
And Elijah Cummings, their new CPA.
The entire Trump family has been
under attack, children included.
How compassionate, the Democrats are.
Infanticide, included.
These wolves on The Hill!
Whose sole purpose in life is to
Decry all the President's triumphs
And wish him~nothing but ill!
The press stretches truth like a
rubber band,
Shameful despicable lies.
America will survive all of this,
We will remain a Republic.
Will remain free, prosperous and
always stand.
Form:
Barbie, Atari, He-man
Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan
Indiana Jones, and landline phones
The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people
Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial
Rainbow Brite, Jem, and Rose Petal
Welcome to the Jungle, Cheers! Metal
Mike Tyson, Debbie Gibson, Teddy Ruspin
And the best Christmas carolers are Gremlin
Taxi, the DMV Scene, "What does the yellow light mean?"
Young Guns, Russians, Charlie Sheen
Sony’s Walkman, Michael Jackson, and Tom Cruise
What was fake news or social media reviews?
Reebok, Converse and Keds shoes
Glo Worm, Nintendo and playdough
The Burbs, Rambo, and Willow
KB Toys, Sam Goody, And Gemco stores
Return of the Jedi and Disney’s Star Tours
Floppy disk computer and Punky Brewster
The Family Ties and spoiler alert Optimus Prime dies
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
The chapter I'm writing
starts with this setting
a side street that goes
for a block and ends
at a ravine.
Boxes are stacked
in the hallway.
The crimson trees outside
are still, but I know
something stirs.
The laptop screen glows
as I write.
I'll close the cover soon
but the story never ends.
A veil of clouds hides the sky.
I'll grab a quick bite
and do my laundry
for something clean to wear.
A birthday card I meant to send
lies on the floor. The friend wrote
that he moved from his house
to assisted living, his life shrinking
from seven rooms to two.
I cried when it rained last night
for a woman I once loved.
It is November
and the weather is changing.
I moved here three weeks ago
and occupied the second floor
to find my time and place.
birds gather and sing
they’re lined outside my window
as I awaken to the touch of sun
and a faded dream
I cover my head with a pillow
a soothsayer says a new life
I wish for a miracle
now that my friend and I
no longer see each other
and the forecast calls for rain
I look for an answer
but it’s not the answer
I want
I call some old friends
that will have to do for now
a story lingers in my heart
it longs to be told
and told again
I’ll order an iced tea
and flirt with a waitress
in a diner
before I put a dollar
bill or two
in the palm of her hand
I’ll drive toward sunrise
and drive as the morning stirs
office buildings will cast shadows
as I take the one-ways
in and out of the downtown
I’ll turn off the radio
and listen to echoes
of my exuberant youth
when packs of boys
and packs of girls
drove the streets back and forth
and shouted to each other
through open windows—
we called it cruising
I went up the Kiwi to see the tree
It was Mike Parke I went to see
We had a chat and put the world to rights
And yes we established im too old to fight
Sat up their on the hill
I really saw what was the thrill
The view you have is truly amazing
In the distance the sheep are grazing
Mike your legacy lives on
A true gent with a beautiful son
Kady has really done you proud
I just wish you were still around
You touched the hearts of all you met
Even when you made us sweat
I feel for your family as you have gone
But like I say you legacy goes on
Thanks again Mike for all you have done
In life and even now when you have gone
You are a star and truly missed
And before you say no im not p####d
Thankyou for you chat today
Made it clearer
Showed me the way
In your debt I will always be
Enjoy it mike FLYING FREE !!!!!
Just wanted to say a very big thank you to all you amazing poets who took the time to comment
on my last post ‘Sunny Horizons’
I would have loved to thank each and every one of you individually, but as I said before –
‘Time waits for no Man ‘and has a way of running away from me…literally.
To my constant support from the time I joined and still… Demetrios and Silent One - I have learned so much from you
two amazing poets, spiritually and poetically. Thank you for all the help over my poetic journey.
To my dear friend Victor Buhagiar, keep writing, never ever stop. Who can forget your stories, especially your poems
with the twist - I adored them.
Paul Callus, you also have helped me so much along the way, especially with your attention to detail and your
encouragement - thank you my dear friend.
To my Love and Light brother Winged Warrior, you are truly amazing.
I don’t think anyone can write internal rhyme like you do. Keep spreading your light.
To my amazing poetic sisters Cecilia Crasto, Susan Ashley, Connie Wong, Carole Duet and Besma - You ladies made my
day with your comments, they are worth framing, believe me.
Robert Linley, Vijay, Tom, Arturo, Faraz, Craig Cornish, and July Morning, Martin Williams and Charlie Messina...
I will always treasure your comments.
Judy Stickles and Akkina, a big thank you to you two lovely ladies.
Thanks for being in my life
Sunshine Smile, Darren White, Teppo, Chris Green and Word Hobo, the very first poets who welcomed me
into the Soup and made me feel so welcome…Thank you.
To Heidi Sands, Brandy, Eve, Sunlite, Warren Doll, John Gondolf, Joseph May, Mike Gentle, Michael Wise, Raw Thinker
and to the poets who have come and gone and had supported me…
Thank you all too.
You are all truly amazing poets, forever let your golden ink flow.
Lastly let me leave you with these parting words …
Keep your passion for poetry always for as W.H.Auden once said
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ? W.H. Auden
"Balls!" said the umpires
"Strike!" yelled the pins
"Take that!" cried the little girl
who kicked both my shins
And when the green penguin
started dancing a jig
I realized it was high time
to buy a new wig
So I hopped on my pogo stick
and headed to town
Took me two weeks to get there
bouncing up and down
But the town was abandoned
Oh no, not again!
And that's when I spotted
a large rabid hen
It was foaming at the beak
when it then spotted me
so I bounded and hopped
up the side of a tree
Then the tree said "gesundheit"
though no one had sneezed
and the squirrel with his nuts
seemed mightily pleased
Saw a midget run by
looking like Ben Gazzara
and over his shoulder
was Maureen O'Hara
Then I sprang from the tree
and pogo'd back home
where I wasn't quite sure
how to wrap up this poem
So I stole a line here
and borrowed a line there
nobody will read it
'cause nobody cares
And that ends the story
you can sigh in relief
Every bit of it's true
if you suspend disbelief
© Mike Wise
7-5-24
Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie.
Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy,
free falling through forlorn filigree, he mourns at her gravestone.
Teardrops, titian sorrow scintillant reflects rueful reverie
of his Earth angel, soul-lifted too soon, spiritually sown.
Free falling, through forlorn filigree he mourns. At her gravestone
fragrance haunting, flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations
of his Earth angel soul-lifted too soon; spiritually sown
blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations!
Fragrance... haunting flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations
of inamorata, flame extinguished expectant with their child.
Blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations
bedevil his mind. Happiness, hope exiled, ego beguiled.
Of inamorata flame extinguished expectant with their child,
an offering; his woebegone weeping. Wildflower bouquet
bedevils his mind, happiness, hope. Exiled ego beguiled,
man of melancholy memories - ashen and shadow gray.
Susan Ashley
September 16, 2017
~Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Favorite Pantoum Premiere
Sponsor: Laura Loo
~ First Place ~
Contest: Poems That Paint A Picture 2
Sponsor: Silent One
* based on a pencil drawing by Mike Theuer provided by Silent One on contest page *
They had open mike night at the Comedy Coffin Club.
Grandma came to watch Clarabelle, but Clarabelle held back.
So Grandma ran right up onto the stage and began her set.
Clarabelle could not believe the crowd’s reaction to this
toothless old woman who did not hold anything back.
She was hilarious, and the club fell apart in her lap.
They called her back to the stage three times for encores.
Go on up! Clarabelle’s kin said to Clarabelle.
She ran away, screaming, because there was no way
she could follow that act.
It would be like trying to follow
Jimmy Lee Lewis after he set the piano on fire.