Mike Poems - Poems about Mike

The bartender strolls from one end of the counter to the other. She makes small talk with regulars who watch NFL games on screens and a college basketball game plays on another. For each touchdown scored mugs are raised. Fans analyze every run...Read the rest...

I The friend in the deli of the Piggly Wiggly in Lodi show me her nails strikes up conversations when I come back to town for a second week of work. I tell her about the work on utility lines on county roads where...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

I turn off U.S. 30 at an exit for Ames and see Jack Trice Stadium expanded. Memories stir of football games the jubilation and sorrow found on the field more than forty years ago where campus heroes were made. Three blocks away from campus The Towers...Read the rest...

Alone, I could see the lights strung on top of Mercy Hospital from anywhere in the northside of Davenport the reds and blues and greens and I believed there was magic. I was a senior in high school out for a drive...Read the rest...

Early in the summer my classmates and I gathered outside for a rededication ceremony. A priest blessed a new bench and we promised we would find and replace a memorial stone while a younger class who embraced their youth shouted and laughed running in...Read the rest...

Dressed in sunlight, it smiles as it peers through my window. As I put on a sweater it says come live again. The calendar says December but the ghost’s voice calls me outside. A glorious spread of limbs greets me as I drive to...Read the rest...

You opened your heart for me on a Friday evening after I worked in Green Bay. My friend who lived near Milwaukee said you were the best place to be in Wisconsin, the forests and tourist shops that lay between the bay and Lake Michigan. I...Read the rest...

november gray the whisper of love lost ...Read the rest...

The night whispered as I stirred and I lingered under a warm blanket before walking barefoot through a narrow hallway. I’d been sick in the morning angry at work- and I didn’t know why. Earlier in the night a friend and...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

I watched Mike Tyson fight At 58 was no delight sight But respect to him For going to the gym I guess the money was right...Read the rest...

I answer the morning’s call under the endless sky a touch of the sun’s gold on the mirrored face of a pond by the highway as the land rises from shadows a promise of day as I drive through the countryside driving...Read the rest...

The dead-end street in front of the house is still, and I notice leaves have fallen. The roommate said last night no one came here for trick or treating and now a cold wind blows. I just moved in here...Read the rest...

heartbeat and breath branches rustle in winds in stillness of the morning a touch of sadness talk of rain I want to look beyond a veil of clouds and see the sun yet I feel the pull of the passing moon the world turns the world around...Read the rest...