Mike Poems - Poems about Mike

They bore the winds of time as they rose from arid lands. They sun poked past one peak while my work crew waited to move to another place on the highway, and we knew the day would fade. We knew highways must always be mended and the same with our lives. We spoke in hushed voices among these hills made when the earth shifted. Somewhere beyond rested a...

Continue reading...

Road work had been finished for the winter on an asphalt strip north of town near a nature preserve. I said good-bye to the hotel owner and he invited me back although the town was a lifetime away from my home. We shook hands. The town wore its history well with a façade of an old west town complete with a jail and post...

Continue reading...

with a touch of rain and sun the lawn has come to life spring has brought forth times of growth and times to mow a soft breeze whispers to me there are times to love and times to be alone there are times to love and times to be alone and every day I live and die but a lawn that is cared...

Continue reading...

The first Wednesday of the month we sit around the table and share poems written with care and revised. We take in their shapes and forms and read between the lines. We gasp with wonder about creations and search for other words to make each verse stronger. Each of us has written volumes by now the lives we shared month-by-month. A retired lawyer has returned from...

Continue reading...

The sun my awakening a strip of asphalt shimmers off somewhere in Nebraska hundreds of miles from home. Sandhills seen for the first time I look at them with eyes of a child but my body aches as life springs forth from underground streams. Center lines are being painted an arduous day of work promised it always arrives too soon but serene skies stretch to endless horizons. My...

Continue reading...

It could have been a jester wrapped in shrink wrap or a prince who danced who spoke to me. To go or stay I didn’t know. I didn’t know as I drove to see a friend— we’d just worked together at a store but she left. I followed the signs to a new place. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Trees and parks and rows of houses rolled past...

Continue reading...

light through window as I awaken my shoulder aches but I raise my arm branches in full bloom reach for the sky everything looks the same but my heart knows something’s different my ears ring but lines run through my head before opening the laptop and writing a poem morning stillness but the roommate’s cat comes to me it’s comfort I seek after...

Continue reading...

I’ve Just Seen a Face my first selection I become more than I am for the contest I sing without the prompts and make the lyrics mine. I'm happy to have the day off. Neon lights shine in the window as other patrons watch and someone throwing darts pauses to take a look. Free deli sandwiches and chips on a table— a special night to partake. My second, Lady...

Continue reading...

If you don’t like the weather wait five minutes and it will change. A pitcher has pitched a shutout— he is a hero. You can bet he’s talked about everywhere. Somewhere something is on sale— it was marked up the first day. A song in the background rocks but it is lost in haste. A stitch in time saves nine but old blue jeans are thrown...

Continue reading...

For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the...

Continue reading...

After Angella Voras-Hills fallen green apples here and there at a dead end, the yard is where in the story lies an ending, the life I lead an illusion a collage along the road of broken houses bathed in light a quiet moment, a lament when the day bleeds into colors and all my realities and dreams connect There is an illusion of light...

Continue reading...

A soft breeze whispered as I stood near a spread of fields where my heartfelt story was told. I recalled the beginning. The middle was unfolding and I didn’t know the end. My assignment of controlling traffic here would last two weeks yet a voice inside said this was where I was meant to be. O, the sky was so blue. A construction crew inched along the highway to...

Continue reading...

Forget the night’s storm when you get out of bed. Forget lightning and thunder the way the house trembled Forget your deepest fears that the world would end, Open your eyes. Embrace the kiss of fresh air. Revel in the sight of the early sun. Welcome the reflections of drops on succulent grass— o how a touch of rain brings new life. (Folding mirror form) ...

Continue reading...

waking to rain remnants of the storm the cat prowls past my bed memories of love stir I’m alone in the silent room my heart beats the sun bleeds through clouds a poetic leap trees sprout leaves to live is to live again trees sprout leaves a poetic leap the sun bleeds through clouds my heart beats in the silent room I’m alone memories of love stir the cat prowls past my...

Continue reading...

He was an actor and a singer and his name was Mike Berry. If you're wondering how talented he was, the answer is very. He starred in "Are You Being Served" and "Worzel Gummidge" as well. When it came to being a British singer and actor, he was bound to excel. He also starred in one episode of "The...

Continue reading...