Tag: whimsy

the egg poem

Dear Egg,

You caught my eye, almost immediately.
You were this…enamorable – absurdly fragible – so preciable, egg,

out of all those dozens of other eggs,

you appeared to have the toughest shell of them all… […]

The Egg Poem

Dear Egg,

You caught my eye, almost immediately.
You were this…enamorable - absurdly fragible – so preciable, egg, 
out of all those dozens of other eggs, 
you appeared to have the toughest shell of them all…

and now that I’ve learned more of you;
…I’ve learned of when you fell,
(and Popped back up, like it wasn’t ever an ‘accident’)
and I’ve learned of when you cracked apart;
….and I heard of all the king’s-and-queen’s-men, 
who failed at helping you; 
and how you put yourself back together, again….

You see, that’s what made my admiration grow ever more.

My love, 
it’s that you never-ever broke completely apart,
….without eventually coming out on top;
and, never, did you buy into any of that bullshit, shiny-armor, plot… 

…And even though, you managed some serious cracks here and there,
it was never anything that wasn’t fixed with Tender.Loving.Care.

….

…I even wish I could have known you when you were growing up,
so I could have watched what all had tempered your tough shell’s story…


…

…But, all I can know now is this adult-egg I see before me,
…and the more I think on it, the more I realize how I had eyed you so easily,
out of a dozens, you had me color-struck 
(from the get go) with your most colorful complexions,
…and I could see your tenacity for life, 
in your -most tempered, most brightest- special shell that you adorn!

So, my beloved-brilliant, egg:
Do your best to keep your shell in the best of ship and sound shape.
…and I will do my best, at doing the same…

(…And I would like it, if we could, perhaps, grow rotten together…)
(…that joke may appear dark under certain light – but the love in it remains bright…)

My love is here,
Sincerely.

M. L. Michael
4/28/11

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You – Random – Russian – Beauty – You.

You.
I want You.
I want you to sing to me a Russian Lullaby.
…Even if you don’t know of one…

I want you to summon the Seductress-Slavic-Goddess –
that’s reserved somewhere beneath your Regal-Russian-Presence,
and channel for me a Lovely-Russian-Lullaby…] […]

You – Random – Russian – Beauty – You.
(A Safe Sex interpretation of The Mile High Club)

You.
I want You.
I want you to sing to me a Russian Lullaby.
…Even if you don’t know of one…
I want you to summon the Seductress-Slavic-Goddess –
that’s reserved somewhere beneath your Regal-Russian-Presence,
and channel for me a Lovely-Russian-Lullaby…

You.
I want You.
I want you to use those lips (which hint at gates I’ve yet to reach)
to Sing to me a Sweetly Serenade of Pure Reflection
Of the long lay of land your ancestors seduced and made their home,
…to Sing to me a Celebrative Chant of Sound Shape
Of your gorgeous genetic makeup’s making up –
 this one ‘heaven of a’ Form.

You.
I want You.
I want you to imagine all your world’s a catwalk.
And all the eyes of the men and women upon you
-	the very model of their desire and their attention –
[And my eyes certainly.
My eyes upon you like a hawk’s
: spotting a white rabbit in the wide, timeless, tundra 
wanting nothing more than to…swoop down and…sweep you up,
up high above the earth, where I will sing…
…my poetry of You.]

You.
I want You.
I want you to sing me a Russian Lullaby.

You – 
Random - Russian – Beauty –
 You.


 M. L. Michael
12/18/10

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with a nod to walt whitman

I’m here to sing my song –
of Love;
a declaration of admiration,
an acclamation of dedication,
for the intense sense of senses steeped in emotion.

Yes, I’m here to sing my song –
with all my heart […]

With A Nod To Walt Whitman
(my song – of love)

I’m here to sing my song – 
        of Love;
a declaration of admiration,
an acclamation of dedication,
for the intense sense of senses steeped in emotion.

Yes, I’m here to sing my song – 
         with all my heart
hanging comfortably on every word,
- like best friends sharing a bottle of wine;
the object is to make the best of any time.
	
Yes, I’m here to sing my song – 
         with all my being,
through my head-nodding top to my toe-tapping bottom,
I’m positively alive with my song of love
reverberating through these funny bones.

Yes, I’m here to sing my song – 
        this selfish song,
that happens to benefit others,
- in the way planting a lovely apple tree,
gives me nourishment and gives you air.

So as long as I have breath, this song will be sung,
I will keep it simple; I wont add any creed;
nor will I require for others to join in verse.
…But I will maintain: 
that our chorus could resonate throughout the earth.

Yes, I’m here to sing my song, 
you’re welcome to do the same.
Don’t worry, the lyrics aren’t as important,
for what matters is that feeling underneath:
the warm, fuzzy feeling we privileged receive.
 
M. L. Michael
01/31/10

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The best medicine

I’ll be honest,
I’m an addict for a good, hard chuckle,
fiending for a long, strong guffaw,
gluttonous for more of that belly laughter.

Because it’s the cherry-on-top beauty,
[some may even call it a delicacy][…]

The Best Medicine
(from a practitioner’s point of view)


I’ll be honest,
 I’m an addict for a good, hard chuckle,
 fiending for a long, strong guffaw, 
 gluttonous for more of that belly laughter.

Because it’s the cherry-on-top beauty,
 [some may even call it a delicacy]
 that comes from my love for sweet comedy,
It’s the wild-eyed lover’s look,
 [some may even call it lunacy] 
 that gives my cupid-scheming no boundary.

I’ll do all I can to over-exaggerate my trip into a joke,
I’ll prowl patiently around a punch-line,
  [or stumble my way in, slap-sticking it, face-first] 

I’ll turn self-deprecation into an art of self-celebration,
I’ll carefully calculate reasons for cackles and chortles,
  [or spontaneously stir up reasons to snicker and squeal]

All in the hopes I can lather up some laughter. 
 […because there are few sounds quite so harmonious 
 as the humming coming from funny-bones vibrating –
 it’s our humanity revealed in the reverb of what’s humorous…]




When you-and-I, and us-and-them can laugh together 
we create melodies that echo what’s great about reality.

Laughter: this partaking of the purest stuff; 
               joyous to be joyful - 
         - and full of laughter.



M. L. Michael 
11/29/09

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we’re all

Think of the seed,
unable to be grounded by roots;
relying on the whims of father fate –
and the hands of mother earth […].

We’re All
Grounded By Roots

I (have it small, and have a magnifying glass on it – showing a bigger version) 


Think of the seed,
unable to be grounded by roots;
relying on the whims of father fate -
and the hands of mother earth.
********************
as a seed without roots,
there exists possibility.
***********
****

II (skinny like a small tree)

\for a sapling the roots are the weakest,/
\they tentatively take hold in reality,/
\where their form is yet perceived./
\& where they choose to take root/
\ shapes the tree it’ll someday be./

III (big and broad)

<to support all those bloominous brilliant branches,>
<a great tree must have roots strong and many,>
<for all the shade and oxygen they provide,>
<their very life becomes rewarding…>
<the life of being grounded by roots.>

-M. L. Michael-
11/07/09

About…

This was originally written to either be for a book of poetry or something else. I cant remember. But I left the notes in because I still like what I was trying to do here.

an amusing theory regarding man’s desire (NSFW)

Ladies – you will have to forgive us Men…
Nature has played a joke regarding our structure,
by giving us enough blood to operate all our parts,
yet only enough to think with one Head at a time.

So, whatever Head we put behind the wheel,
the other will tend to wither…[…]

An Amusing Theory Regarding Man’s Desire


Ladies – you will have to forgive us Men…
Nature has played a joke regarding our structure,
by giving us enough blood to operate all our parts,
yet only enough to think with one Head at a time.
 
So, whatever Head we put behind the wheel,
	the other will tend to wither…

Man is either too hot with their hard-on,
	and thusly soft with their noggin,

or:

Man is too reflective with their reason,
	and thusly limp with their dolphin.

…and Somewhere 
Nature can be heard Snickering…
	
08/09/09
M. L. Michael

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So, I found waldo

One night I was traipsing my way home from the bar
and there, down an alley, crumpled against a wall, was a figure
that wouldn’t normally cause me to pause,
except I noticed this familiar red and white striped sweater.

Carefully I plodded down the alley and roused the bum,
To which he snorted and grunted for me to go away, […]

So, I Found Waldo…

One night I was traipsing my way home from the bar
and there, down an alley, crumpled against a wall, was a figure
that wouldn’t normally cause me to pause,
except I noticed this familiar red and white striped sweater.

Carefully I plodded down the alley and roused the bum,
To which he snorted and grunted for me to go away,
But when I caught a glimpse of his thick black glasses,
I knew I had found the man I spent a childhood searching for.

‘Oh wow, you’re Waldo! Oh-my-god, I’ve found Waldo!’
Then hard as a hammer he struck at me and hissed:
“You fool! Leave me be. I am no one special, oh, 
  I have nothing no one could ever have missed!”

‘But…you’re Waldo…and I found you,
 all my life everyone’s been looking for you,
 and I’m the one that finally found you!’

“Yes… I am Waldo, and, yes, you found me,
  but whoever said I wanted to be found is a fraud.
  You see, I became lost for a reason.
  Now leave me be before I make people
  start wondering where you’ve gone.”

‘But…you’re Waldo…and I found you,’ I repeated, 
 and left feeling defeated, feeling thoroughly rejected…

/01/23/09
M. L. Michael

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please delete

dear deity, i want to format: myself,
and reinstall a more stable and secure OS,
one that might not be compatible right off the shelf,
but with a bit of work, it will save me a load of BS.

really, i don’t mind if you click select-all and press delete,
most of those files are corrupt, the rest are wearing thin, [..]

Please Delete
(a new year sonnet)

dear deity, i want to format: myself,
and reinstall a more stable and secure OS,
one that might not be compatible right off the shelf,
but with a bit of work, it will save me a load of BS.

really, i don’t mind if you click select-all and press delete,
most of those files are corrupt, the rest are wearing thin,
and anything resembling unique remains vastly incomplete,
so do me a large favor: don’t forget to empty the recycle bin.

and with regards to an OS, anything different will suffice,
anything different must run better than this,
so fare thee well blue screen of death, goodbye error: device,
say hello to anything with a better guarantee than ‘hit or miss’.

                                 then: freshly formatted and reinstalled, i will compute to win,
                                 until a few years pass, and i will wish to be formatted again.


M. L. Michael 
1/2/09

About…

Madame-Lucy,So-delicious.

Serendipity played a role when Lucy first strolled on stage-
tasteful in her silver dress, casting moonlight
that exploded into novas as dazzling as temporary,
and to my surprise the first form her lips shape is a kiss,
over my lips, where she pauses.
there’s this pause… […]

Serendipity played a role when Lucy first strolled on stage-
tasteful in her silver dress, casting moonlight
that exploded into novas as dazzling as temporary, 
and to my surprise the first form her lips shape is a kiss,
over my lips, where she pauses;
there’s this pause… 
      (this thrilling, reeling, meaningful pause, 
       where I’m seeing, hearing, feeling, full
       of just because)

When she pulls back, I follow through, suddenly gleeful, 
suddenly woozy, with her taste surging in my blood like ambrosia, 
making my heart hyperactive, and my cheeks hyper burning, 
making Lucy laugh, making me laugh, 
and there we harmonize our happiness,
in a way greater than any other souls can.

We spend the night experiencing everything 
with the exciting new variable of each other to solve,
for example: 
     (a midnight sea of stars) x (Lucy + me) = divinity(ad infintium) 
or the exponential way our hearts and minds grow
whenever we interweave, and groove the night anew.

Lucy is gone by morning, leaving only
an impression of her perfume and
in me a gnawing ache to breathe her in again.
Which I interpret as my love for Lucy, 
that grows greater with every euphoric chance encounter,
and every morning that she leaves me wanting,
this gnawing ache gnaws ever stronger.

4-11-08
M. L. Michael

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