Bittersweet Moments of Kate

Whenever I close my eyes to dream away the hours that fill the spaces
in between the shadows and sun haze, I find myself deep within the
emerald essence held in her steady gaze, I want to blink but I won't
I want to hold her but I don't, It feels like a now or never, yet she is
unsubstantial as any ghost is ever, I want to kiss this phantom that
walks in my sleep, I want her to materialize out of my imagination's
deep. I want to reach out from where I lie upon the sheets, as if I can
grasp at the wisps of this vision to have, hold and keep.
She is after all, an illusion that haunts me in the dark of the night,
She is my desire made manifest, my subconscious reminder slipping
silently swift until the dream woman slides out of sight. Only her
mocking challenge remains asking me to follow, believe in everything
like hope on gossamer wings, floating like daffodils adrift in the
star reflections of this my moonlit stream, was it just a dream?
Is nothing at all what it seems but just the hint of some exotic sweet
perfume, the flash of feeling as if her presence still fills my empty
room, If I open my eyes, I am forced to admit defeat, I have to face
another life with only the memory of her kiss driving me on with
trepidation in order to meet the promise that she gives me each
mystic feathery night, Come find me, she teases as if this is just
the answer that each day I have steadily grown to love and to hate.
Such is the bittersweet moments of Kate.

Throwback Thursday

Punk hairdos Funky Monkeys total wipeout on clues
Imma Jeans like Levis and Jordans paying my dues
star spangled laces, trading places, nostalgia ensues
teenage dreams, was it all that it seems, it wasn't a lie
it was all true.

Gloss and glamor, chaos and clamor, wilder ways
back off the wall, listen to the siren call, sunrays
summer sliding, moonwalk gliding, watergun daze
kids in the yards, lovers in cars, it was life on mars
those bygone days.

I went crazy, mellencamp and daisy, silver spoons
cartoon afternoons, bugs and marvin looney tunes
video games, made up names, Cosmos over the moon
action figures toys, girls look like boys, tremendous
private joys, petty poetry ending all to soon.

These are the days, my friends, when we swore to
each other that we would never end no matter how
time and space bends, our illusions did lend to this
romantic idea that somehow it was ponderous high
I cannot go back there and I won't even try.

Facebook POV

It's always those damnable cats! It's like kids
hitting those balls with plastic bats, all at once
cute boring predictable and annoying, alright already
one more selfie of you in the bathroom or car
is long past the moment I was enjoying whatever
Takei has been posting as if my like ceased to be
anything more than the voyeurism I am ghosting
I will make a comment, I will edit it, I will rage
when I cannot overcome my autocorrect, what is
my age can I not embarrass myself again on my
favorite page?  It's as if there is nothing more to
my day than this scrolling and trolling that makes
me hate the couples happy, the family pictures sappy
the photography of everything so crappy, not
another word, not another link to some ad drenched
website I need to make this an early nite, one more
vertical video and I shall go stark raving mad, it's
what my life has come to sharing afv rejects with
everyone unlucky enough to be on his friends list
here's another ad for something you might have missed
It's just another Facebook day, I am not to bitter
look on the bright side though, at least I am not Twitter.


for Alan.

De-Motivational Morning

I am not a morning person,
a get up, get things done, eat things now person
not now probably not ever, ain't gonna even try
for the go motivational poster on my walls of
de-motivation that surround me.
I am not a outwardly happy person, my line
of sunshine is on only with the shades drawn
around this halo of glow as if to say, no I am
happy but it's not up for you to see. I don't
owe you an explanation unless, of course,
you are going to kiss me. I am going to miss
not being missed when I leave on that endless
quest to find the things I never had or even knew
I wanted, I won't win the prize or find a treasure
at the end of Heaven's rainbow but I expect a lot
less than perfect. I only wish that when I open
up my eyes in the morning that instead of
looking for some message that somehow is
meant for me that I just find the will to
go without pep or coffee or some nomenclature
like that. 

Poetryaccordingtomike.com

Just a general announcement
Poetryaccordingtomike.com is being held for $100 ransom by those decietful uncooperative jerks at Domain Central after they bungled my domain renewal and blocked me transferring the domain to another nameserver. So here's a royal "I will never endorse Domain Central to anyone even Glenn Beck" bird to DC for stealing my domain name.
In other news I will now have to see what dot extension I can get for Poetry According to Mike.
.net?
.biz?
.poetry?

It's a Cosmic Turnip

Squeaking the creaking hardly speaking

in time with squealing feeling unreeling 

all the time crime almost sublime

 running go off like a gun, just fun.

let the beat move your feet until you meet the street

flounce trounce then announce the bounce

jumping up down no frowns just take the crown

spinning over the din, no losers just win.

it's the rhythm section, like election vivisection

dance dance this is trance romance enhance

repeating the greeting heating momenting

 she shipping whipping frenzy tipping

Scream that you are hip

rhyme it's time to let it rip

motions notions like the oceans

it's cosmic turnip on the LP Flip.

March the Fourth

I guess it is safe to say that there would be no good poems if there weren't really bad poems even those that come from the best of intentions
hence, I pulled this stinker since there was no fixing it.
better luck next time poet!

We so Badass...

The million or so Gamers online
@ the Internet

We so Badass, We
hate hated class, we

spend our days teabagging
with 100 dollar controllers
we be fragging, we

talk trash, we
spend our parents cash, we
cuss and swear, we
hate and fear, we

stand tall, we
know all, we
are just fools, we
are above the rules, we

be proud cruel, we
tell each other we so cool, we
hurt people we never see, we
hide behind our anonymity. we

do nothing, we
are out of touch, we
don't leave our homes much.


(apologies and respects to Gwendolyn Brooks)