Mikey, oh Mikey
you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles
and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position
against all the poor
With lies and deceit
you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian
invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words
you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Donnie’s small boy
a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll
a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven
for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell
and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying
and outrageous claims
And prepare for eternity
burning in flames
Categories:
mikey, betrayal, political,
Form: Rhyme
some lack the how and I know why ~
you will not know until you try
Categories:
mikey, fear, work,
Form: Couplet
Tell Mikey,
(He’ll Believe Anything)
Haiku
By: Miracle Man
8-28-2021
The name of the game;
All Government cover-ups,
are meant to dupe us.
Categories:
mikey, america, trust, truth,
Form: Haiku
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. I had written it on the back of one of those little passes we gave to students who needed to go to the restroom, if I remember correctly. Anyway, it was about my girlfriend's greyhound, who lived with me for several years (so he was kind of mine too). His name was Mikey, and he was a wonderful, unique pup.
MIKEY
Light foot flash on oval track,
Halvah-shaded straining back,
Playful buck, so full of *****,
Gentleman, yet ready to funk,
Bouncing, prancing, bowing boy,
Love ta shake dat rabbit toy.
Who would think that anyone,
After all that money and fun,
Would put beauty down to rest?
Glad we got him, he's the best.
Categories:
mikey, dog,
Form: Rhyme
A poem for my nephew Mikey who committed suicide
Three years ago, you made a choice, you chose to close a door
You left behind, broken hearts, without you, life is poor
If one could wave a magic wand, the wand would wave your way
You would still be standing here, on this gorgeous summers day
But life is not so cleanly cut, life can be black as mud
You chose to close the door of life, you closed the door for good.
You left behind, broken hearts, your family and your mum
But one thing that will never change, you are still your mothers son.
God Bless. Rip ***
Categories:
mikey, suicide,
Form: Rhyme
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.”
“To win gold is [my young] dream.”
Born in Hampshire’s New Milton,
On the 10th day of June in 1994,
Mikey lives, trains in Manchester,
At the Centre of Nat. Performance.
He achieved a world rank of 2nd,
In the 400m freestyle, front crawl,
So he’s someone to watch keenly,
In the future for British success.
Categories:
mikey, sports, strength,
Form: Blank verse
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,
He joined the recovery programme,
Several sports took him clean:
Cycling and Ironman triathlons.
But the moment he held a bow,
He knew that archery was his,
To reap with and to sow, build,
To elevate his wins and attempts.
And he was so good at it, supreme,
That HfH asked him to start, set up,
An archery programme for them,
At Phoenix House Recovery Centre.
He took individual bronze, Invictus,
And also team gold. In Holland,
He won a solid individual gold,
And also the team bronze, in 2015.
In Czechoslovak Mikey landed,
The team with a bronze to boast,
And is determined a medal to win,
In Rio, at the Summer Paralympics.
He was born on the 20th of July,
In the year 1975, crude rock days,
And lives in St Martins, Shropshire,
Shooting at Scorton Archery Club.
Categories:
mikey, body, destiny, dream, health,
Form: Blank verse
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 mess he's in,
It's dripping down both his cheeks
Just near Mikey's yellow grin.
Categories:
mikey, kids, funny, good night,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
mikey, angst, death, depression, devotion,
Form: Tanka
Today I had to put my dog down,
old age, arthritic, and sick.
I've had him for fourteen years,
and right now I feel like a big prick.
Mikey was my familys first dog,
we got him when my oldest boy was just two;
he has been with my family ever since,
inside my heart I am sad and blue.
I will surely miss him,
running to greet me as I return home;
I know that he has a better life now,
and the fields in heaven he'll roam.
Written for my mutt Mikey; I will truly miss you boy!
Categories:
mikey, pets
Form: I do not know?