Short Michigan Poems
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An unlucky young man from Michigan
Had a very unusual condichigan
He got sick from a hake
That he found in the lake
And now he can never eat fishigan
I like to spend time in Chicago
on old Oak Street beach along Lago
Michigan. There I can
watch girls tan and hear a man
talk of his windy city long ago.
I flapped my arms
I flew to Saginaw
Never came back
I'm still in Saginaw
I'd like to fly home
But I'd just get busted
I'm so disgusted
Gotta stay in Saginaw.
Squeezing out a different meaning,
with each new moment passed
The choices honed, all time dethroned
—no instant first or last
(Mackinac City Michigan: July, 2019)
It's wintertime again.
In little Michigan.
The eighty-foot pines
are swayed by the wind.
A clipper brings cold.
And drives more snow.
Here in little Michigan.
Our Winter Wonder Land.
heavenly lilac fragrance wafts in June
Mackinac Island Festival is in full aromatic display
Michigan rivals Terceira for bragging rights title
Lilac Island King unsure why they cannot share it
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan,
Score's Light!
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan's
.... God's, Might!
DETROIT IS:
D ynamic
E nergetic
T ough
R evitalized
O ptimistic
I nventive
T riumphant
M ajor
I ncentitives for
C ompanies to
H ighlight
I nventions and
G rowth
A mong
N ew Detroit
We may have high crime rates, but there's nothing like living by the Great Lakes.
I live in Detroit Michigan
Where I Live Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
October 3, 2016
I wanna go back to Michigan
so I catch me some really good fish again.
The fish from any other U.S. lake
tend to give me such a bellyache,
that I can't wait to have a Michigan fish on my dish again.
The Vagabond
By
Tom Wright
There was a traveler named Trent,
From a city in Michigan called Flint.
He traveled so much,
He was never in touch,
Seems each time he arrived he went.
Wolverine shadows
in the Michigan mist
Blood trail encampment
on yesterday’s tryst
Teeth at the ready
fortune can’t hide
Death for a tribute
— when vengeance abides
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Blue lighthouse on Lake Michigan, how incredible you be.
Window glows dancing to lead in the sailors at sea.
There are no words to describe your heroic beauty.
Your guidance means the world to my family and me.
Angelic in beauty
also in sound
flowing over tarnished rocks
carefree in the Lost world
known as the Upper Peninsula
tourist come from other states
just to explore, hike and sightsee
they're splendid beauty
In the extreme corner of Michigan lake,
When the inhabiting birds flying over our heads singing,
Picking the smile of children offered free;
I whispered in your ears like seashells-
A secret,
Reveal it to anyone,not,
Even in your dreams!
Detroit rabbit couple ride their fish balloon in the Michigan skies
They like what they are throwing; there is happiness in their eyes
We wonder if they know what they are doing; as they throw out some pies
Made of carrots and cabbages, not delectable unless you are flies.
The wind is as cold as it has ever gotten
My nose would be crying if it could breathe.
I am afraid if I bump it against a tree limb
it will snap off. It is frozen and brittle now.
Kansas winter, not as horrible as Michigan
But right up there in the tundra lands of frozen.
It's winter again
in little Michigan
The north wind
has grown cold.
Seem to need
brand new boots
These leaky ones
Have old holes.
Those stratus clouds
Prove the truth
With six inches
of new snow.
It's winter again
in little Michigan
GOD bless our
Home Sweet Home.
In Michigan we received Autumn Snow,
You'd think that we would already know
That our weather can be really severe,
During any certain time of the year
This just makes me miss Autumn more,
Cause the changing colors I do so adore
I'm hoping Autumn will reappear,
For it only comes but once a year
golden fried doughnuts
ice cream made of new snowfall
backyard starlit woods
moonlight children's tales
still lingering in my mind
Halloween treat bags
adopted kitties
a Christmas tree from the woods
homemade ornaments
bluebirds passing by
saffron sun low in the sky
happy childhood days
I’ve doodled and dawdled in Delaware,
Piddled in Pennsylvania without care,
I’ve been to New York and Alabama,
Michigan, Missouri and Montana.
I’ve travelled in every state, my friend,
And I can tell you that, in the end,
If you lose your mind - see how it can be -
The very best one is insanity.
NATURE’S JOKE
what’s going on here
mid march and eighty degrees?
laughter in the breeze
sun in Michigan
houses with windows open?’
laugh now cry later
golfers out early
courses are brown but busy
look north funnel cloud
beer sales up gas too
you’d never know it’s hard times
dig a deeper hole
Clouds and a moment
When a cloud rolled over lake Michigan
cast an eerie spell of otherness over the lake
the stillness was profound when a bird
shrieked in horror.
When the cloud disappeared up yonder
a ferry crossed the lake's undulating water
reached the shore as a wet handshake
of monotony.
God peeks through the clouds
His eyes shining with pride
Glad about the cool, clear water
Excited about gifting us a fresh new day.
I look across Lake Michigan and meet God’s gaze
Feeling beloved, as he instills joy into my heart
And encourages the lake to bring me peace
I feel optimistic and revitalized.
Leaves on a Japanese Maple
dance auburn in the wind
remind me of that mother
crossing Michigan Avenue
before the light changes
one hand on her buggy
the other on her little boy
wind in her auburn hair
a long pennant flaring
telling all of Chicago
it's Spring, by gosh!
it’s finally here
Donal Mahoney