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Michael Sommermeyer Poem
Some shout no to corporate welfare
And spit on those who say otherwise.
Tax loopholes seem unfair,
To those who minimize
Their day-to-day and scrutinize
The monthly budget.
The craftsmen yowl this advice,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
An artisan lists out what's true and fair;
A list of various jobs and supplies.
To complete his family's share
Of fruited endeavors reprise.
The labor like clockwork unifies
The sons and daughters sextet.
The craftsmen sing a fanfare to canonize,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
The effort rolls on in splendor
Fulfilling and occupying their lives.
Each embraces the craft and takes care
To improve with each enterprise.
They learn new ways to devise,
A trio rhythm to the minuet.
Until their breath greets sunset,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
Years hence others apprise
The fruits of their labors sweat.
Finished works inspire others to reprise,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
Copyright © Michael Sommermeyer | Year Posted 2019
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Michael Sommermeyer Poem
I've got a tiger by the tail
Its plain to see came a Buck Owens wail
From the jukebox hidden near the bar
In a West Texas dance hall far
Away on a farm-to-market road
Near a cotton bale load
Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon
A Post cowboy and a Hale Center mill man
Rushed inside to find a spit can
Near the stage where Marcia Ball
Soon filled the dance hall
With girls swinging to the ivory
In a bluesy stomp-rock of zydeco finery
Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon
The cowboy danced with a petite fireball
Grabbed her by the waist and kissed the doll
She smiled, drew closer, then ran away
Into the night air in a swirl of grey
A smoke cloud escaped out the front door
As the barrel racer looked back at her suitor
Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon
Drunk and laughing he followed
Slapping his buddy desperado
Steadying his hand on friends shoulder
Stumbling on the wooden dance floor
Reaching the dusty parking lot to find her gone.
Bouncing away in a PowerStroke half-ton
Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon
He tipped his hat back, swayed over the loam
The girl he knew would be home
With a shower, steak, eggs, coffee and biscuits
To sober him up for the next day of excess.
Copyright © Michael Sommermeyer | Year Posted 2019
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Michael Sommermeyer Poem
Autumn leaves make the crisp air
Uncommonly warm and bright;
Theater for the eyes.
Undertones of red, orange, yellow, and green;
My mind returns to discovery days in Sawtooth forests or Sierra
Nevada meadows where sheep roam from high country to Nevada ranches.
Lively mountain climbs to lakes of glass
Encircled with aspens, willows, cottonwoods, and pine.
Awash in a painter's brush of
Vesicles; small splatters of autumnal colors.
Electrically igniting my memories
Scattered from childhood to adult.
Copyright © Michael Sommermeyer | Year Posted 2019
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