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Suddenly Swans

Plain as she can be
She who sat next to me
Freckled with horn rimmed glasses
And late to all her school classes
An outcast, she thought by her peers
Dwelling on her chronic fears
Not wanting to be noticed
As like the beauty and grace of the lotus
Flying under the radar screen
Hoping she would not be seen
Blending into the background
One day she blossomed and was found
Like Cinderella and her glass slipper
Not even a prince could resist her
Suddenly she became a swan
One that others lavishly fawn
4/11/2019

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019



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Paranoid Schizophrenia

In the still of the dark.
Lying dead awake,
Sleep gives no escape.
Repeating and counting phrases,
is a mental drain,
like chasing a run-away train.
Anxiously anticipating,
meeting the Minotaur who in his
labyrinth is awaiting.
As time passes in this state,
silence can't be found,
confusion and chaos race around.
Days may pass in this state.
All you can do is tolerate.
When it is too much to take,
death it seems the only escape.

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Green Velvet

Impoverished, destitute no money to spare
This woman with green eyes and cascading hair 
On a mission to find something to wear
Impress she must as though she hadn't a care
Green velvet drapes hanging in her foyer
Torn down and fashioned just for her
This woman in green shown like a mare
Femme fatal, Scarlett O'Hara, as no others compare
Dressed to kill as only she dare
In the green dress that she did wear

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Garnet

Intentionally deceived by those that augmented dubiously.
An Innocence killed by lies that seemed real.
Now, what a heart should feel is controlled by strength of will.
Entombed down deep inside a garnet red does hide.
Tossed away, you lost, I'm afraid.

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Heart of Glass

Woes of the past, made a heart of glass
Hardened by time, this heart of mine
Frozen as though ice, how utterly nice
Bittersweet is cupid's arrow, pierced the heart of a sparrow
Slowly the sun's warming rays caressingly melting me away
So gentle so tender my heart has surrendered

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019



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Haunting of the Heart

Bloody as can be
The blade that pierced me
So close to the heart 
A wound that will make me fall apart
Her fragrance of I'm aware
The fake cries of her despair
Come they do emotions numb
For which I will not Succumb
Tears held in mine eyes
I hold back so she can't see me cry
Dismal is thoughts of love again
Maybe next time I shall win
Rose colored glass as solace worn
Hold me over until I no longer morn

3/29/2019

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Busy, Busy, Busy Bee

Busy, busy, busy bee.
Buzzing by so busily.

Busy, busy, busy bee.
Land upon a flowering tree.

Busy, busy, busy bee.
Nectar sweet is what he seeks.

Busy, busy, busy bee.
Flying home so happily.

Busy, busy, busy bee.
Honey sweet he makes for me.

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Staring Into the Abyss

Slipping through the crack
feeling like a maniac.
Gather no moss this rolling stone.
seeking a place to call home. 
No one lends a helping hand. 
not even to a delusional man.
No lining silver can be found.
in the clouds that hang around.
Unable to anticipate one's acceptance.
through the pearly gates.
Living on the streets in such an awful state
an illness this does corroborate.
While waiting for life to throw a twist
I'll just keep staring into the abyss.

Poem date: 3/7/2019
Sponsor: Edward Iben
Title: Staring Into The Abyss

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Goose and Moose

One day it's Doctor Seuss.
Now it is a goose
who took to the back of a bulky brown moose.
It was said the goose had a bald head
of an eagle who is exceptionally regal.
The goose rode the moose until they came upon a pond
this is were the goose envisioned she belonged. 
When the goose saw the inhabitance of the pond 
by an exquisite white elegant swan 
she decided that they'd be moving on.
The goose and moose then kept a looking
for a place that wasn't tooken.
Then along came a gander
who did not pander
that lead the goose's heart astray. 
The goose and moose then stumbled upon
a vacant barn, in it a cage,
one where all the chickens once laid.  
The goose took to the stoop
and climbed up to roost.
Once she got settled
she made a nest
out of grass found in the meadow. 
She laid eggs, making it a dozen
that is all she had in her oven. 
For several weeks she heard not a peep
the eggs seemed sound asleep.  
One day, it happened! 
the eggs began a hatching!
and the nest was full of action!.  
She took her twelve goslings 
across the meadow
where the sheep had settled. 
Then up the street 
to a water filled creek.
Where they swam all the day long.
while joyfully honking out this song
we've found were we belong.

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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Goose and Moose

One day it's Doctor Seuss.
Now it is a goose
who took to the back of a bulky brown moose.
It was said the goose had a bald head
of an eagle who is exceptionally regal.
The goose rode the moose until they came upon a pond
this is were the goose envisioned she belonged. 
When the goose saw the inhabitance of the pond 
by an exquisite white elegant swan 
she decided that they'd be moving on.
The goose and moose then kept a looking
for a place that wasn't tooken.
Then along came a gander
who did not pander
that lead the goose's heart astray. 
The goose and moose then stumbled upon
a vacant barn, in it a cage,
one where all the chickens once laid.  
The goose took to the stoop
and climbed up to roost.
Once she got settled
she made a nest
out of grass found in the meadow. 
She laid eggs, making it a dozen
that is all she had in her oven. 
For several weeks she heard not a peep
the eggs seemed sound a sleep.  
One day, it happened! 
the eggs began a hatching!
and the nest was full of action!.  
Then she took her twelve goslings  
across the meadow
where the sheep had settled. 
Then up the street 
to a water filled creek.
Where they swam all the day long
while joyfully honking out this song
we've found the place were we belong.

Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019

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