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Best Poems Written by Mike Bayles

Below are the all-time best Mike Bayles poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Sweet Breeze

The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My dreams ask,
Did I love too much?
behind my mind’s eye,
visions
and what do they mean
when we give of ourselves
so fully we are spent.
Now I’m alone.
Canadian geese gather
crowding a path along the river
as the day passes,
so consumed with each other
they ignore the mothers
and children who pass.
A ski jet slaps waves,
and the river breathes.
The gaggle whispers among itself,
and nature speaks a language of her own.

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Someone In a Small Town

Someone in a small town
gave me a place after losing my home.
The window of my room in the morning
gave waking visions of a yard in bloom.
The family cavalier spaniel
gave company when I was alone.
The park where we walked
gave a fresh breeze to ease my thoughts.
The breath of a fresh breeze
gave new life and inspiration.
The mother playing with her child
gave a moment’s affection.
The lady down the street
gave odd jobs for spare change.
The local food pantry
gave a basket of food.
Its social worker
gave words of comfort.
The brass band in the band shell
gave a song to remember.
The bartender at the corner tap
gave a free whiskey and a hug.
The view out my window at night
gave visions of a town in slumber.
The small town I found
gave what I needed most.

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Poem of November 19th

18 and 20
this poem lies between
a summer dream and
shadows of winter
it awakens with a flourish
birdsong that arises
falls silent
a lover’s whisper
in gusts of wind
leaves of orange
raining upon the ground
to the sun’s dull glow
raining upon the ground
leaves of orange
in gusts of wind
a lover’s whisper
falls silent
birdsong that arises
it awakens with a flourish
shadows of winter
a summer dream and
this poem lies between
18 and 20

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Everyone's Sister

She has the wind in her hair, winter, spring
summer, fall. The wind sings her name. Her
name is on the tip of the tongue. She is light.
She is a shadow in the back of the mind. She’ll
do anything for you for a song. She doesn’t
want to sing at karaoke, she wants to dance.
Her eyes are pools of water, hot-blooded
men tell her. She blushes and offers a wave.
She lives just down the street from everyone.
Older couples like to talk about her over coffee.
She is the salt of the earth, golden shafts of wheat
waving in wind. She walks her dog, and it sits
in front of you, wagging its tail. Doves circle
above her head. She gives me a book, and I read
between the lines. I hold her hand.

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Sparrows Outside the Door

You say hello in passing
and I come as promised
again and again, this poem
written with lines unsaid
sparrows gathered
outside the restaurant door
chattering among themselves
a December borne
the day fading, sky bleeding red.
We talk about seasons
brushing hands, and you say
the chicken tacos are good.
The patron next to me cheers
to the touchdown scored,
and a couple sits shoulder-to-shoulder
taking turns at a video game
while I look at you linger
growing more beautiful each day.
Yearning for the way to tell you more
I look for the right words
and as you walk back to the kitchen
we “high five” and smile.
The word friend’s not enough;
we've shared lives for two years
coming to each other in times of need.
Lights in the restaurant cast a neon glow
but I know somewhere stars explode.
Outside thick flakes drift and fall
and the parking lot glistens like a dream.
I linger for another moment, stay inside
where it’s warm, and look at your face.
You say, “See You next time, okay?”
Promises implied long for more.

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Refining Consciousness

The wind blows in May
and leaves on branches
dance as if they’ve found new life.

While seeking the light
of a season reborn

I ask
what must I remember
and what I must forget.

My past lives
lie in shadows
and whisper despair

anger of betrayals
anguished cries
of all that was lost,

and I ask
how can I make my peace.

The sun shines
on seedlings
such joy found
as they sway
in a soft breeze.

Such splendor found
when I walk among flowers
as they flourish
and I’m a child again.

May 2, 2023

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Bonding

parakeet perched on finger
I repeat words
to make mine his
capturing his gaze
does he know what they mean
does he know what pretty means
that he is pretty
is he proud
sunlight through window illuminates
yellow wing feathers
breast of green
he’s bought to teach me patience
as a child
move slowly as not to startle
gain frail trust with grace
when least expected
he mimics me
feed and change the paper
at the bottom of the cage
care for him when molting
feathers fall like leaves
well before the call of spring
patches of bare skin await
transformation

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Graced

a sun-graced sky
whispers early day
a desire to fly
a sun-graced sky
unknown reasons why
the sun and moon play
a sun-graced sky
whispers early day

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Morning of the Fallen Sky

morning fog blankets a city landscape
broken sidewalks and broken dreams

ghosts of summer at hand

poets in the coffee shop
share verse

fallen leaves bleed red

whispers of a breeze
memories of past loves

the walk alone, a soliloquy

leaves still green
hang onto memories

the sky has fallen

someone cries
on an autumn day

something in the air

a change of seasons
nature’s truths shared by lovers and friends

stories borne in my heart- I’m a child no more

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My Life Depends On Writing

When cold winds blow
I turn to the page
blank and waiting
to become something more.
I write verse and prose
while the world
goes on without me.
I am the sun
and the meadow
on a winter day
while outside
a fall of snow.
The one I once knew
is a vision
my guiding light
s story and verse
while I must tell
others and others alike
that love never dies.