Mikey Poems - Poems about Mikey

some lack the how and I know why ~ you will not know until you try...

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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. ...

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Poor Mikey gave everything he had for fifteen minutes under lights (and they are expensive lights). He went down not once but twice in the same game with the same head (his only one). Rules meant to protect him from returning to the field did not apply. Officials determined he lay there resting from a sprint, and his sudden prone position was not...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I esteem your presence Glowing with glee At times, you do say things without thinking I’m the god of distress – You’re leaving me breathless Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree You don’t see how much you make me… Guilty for your crimes Taking the blame about a hundredth time Oh baby, I won't be buying into...

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Stimulating ideas pop into your head You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper and you gave it your best shot to pass the difficult test It looks like you’re outtah luck…you received an F for Failure…no wonder you’re drowning in dread You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… I...

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He lifts me up on cloud nine I’m a lost sheep in godly sleep He nurtures me like His child – I’m feelin’ fine I’m a joyful sheep in godly sleep Dead leaves of dried hope and fervor-lacking faith blew away with the wistful wind – this depression…no one can comprehend or they might reduce to tears…you might break...

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Blossoming Effulgent sun proffers love Clambering… My brain makes me wonder if you remember the times shared Back to the blessed times, I recall that you would listened, be worried about me, and, at the time, you cared We’re running out of time again… And I’m still searching for you – where have you gone? Let our journeys of...

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Highly prized hopes lift up the hopeless, the needy, and the helpless again and again When will the weight of fire on my bleeding heart be extinguished? I wish that’d happen someday…I pray that joy will prey upon me someday… I promise you, darling, that we’ll have the blessed breeze blow serenity our way… The trees of tranquility lead...

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You dig into my skin with your claws of distrustful disdain Why don’t you welcome the Healing rain? I promise that it will wash away the troublesome pain That bullies you to the extreme – try, darling, try to remain sane, Yet, I still feel for you…I have been driven insane By the broken record thoughts of...

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The roof’s the limit, hon, sorry – I can’t change the rules nor can I mask the night with delight that will let you down in the aftermath… So, stop throwing your two-year-old fits…once again, darkness will come upon you, but you must shun it out with the light’s wrath I don’t wanna feel this ache in...

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