Thursday, December 1, 2016

PATRICK MICHAEL

PATRICK MICHAEL

FORESTS AND MAGIC

Forests remain part of the dark wilderness magic
creatures
venturing
out to shine magic as part of the forest's fabric
darkness
shadows
in the inner sanctum, forests can create logic
lightning
striking
the forest trees, cause magic that seems all too tragic
living
flora
abounds in a magical world, darkened romantic
twilight
remains
under the heavenly trees, its magic fantastic
mythical
beings
inhabit the caves, the bear shines in the galactic
sunlight
brightens
in the daytime, shadows come out, time grows ecstatic
starlight
twinkles
in the openings between the tree limbs, magical delight
croaking
leaping
frogs and toads bring mystical harmony to ignite
waterways
babbling
brooks winding around like magic pathways that excite
hillsides
spiraling
with waterfalls plunging downwards, illusions invite
hiking
climbing
up pathways to lalaland, where nothing seems finite
fishing
catching
crawdads to use as bait to catch myths flying a kite
clambering
over
creek beds, finding mushrooms with magic powers of flight
camping
sleeping
in a magic sleeping bag, pixies come out at night
fireflies
blinking
their tails at everyone, the sorcery of its glow
mosquitoes
biting
to draw blood like vampires lurking between high and low
demonic
forces
making delusions come forth, love thrives in a grotto
sparkles
rapids
churning down a rocky waterway, faeries flow
valleys
declining
into legerdemain, mercurial gods, seeds sow
standing
looking
down over a cliff, the magic of winds that myths blow
campfires
cooking
is magic while telling ghost stories, banshees feel woe
soaring
sensing
love from the soul, the heart feels a magic to bestow.

(c) October 3, 2016 by PBM
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ESCAPES

All children want to have wilderness excursions
running
imagining
themselves as wild humans for pretend diversions
schooling
watching
out windows, daydreaming in heart felt immersions
strolling
along
the park, feeling caught up in mental perversions
climbing
heartbeats
picking up as you exhale, inhale illusions
stealing
succumbing
to your urges, wallowing in deep dimensions
sneaking
about
on the job, taking time for your wild delusions
daydreaming
floating
in the clouds above, heads lost in lamentations
coming
going
to the movies, enjoying mental adventures
studying
seeking
new dimensions, looking for meriting treasures
vacationing
hiking
up mountain trails, wilderness offers thirst quenchers
walking
talking
about far away places, esteemed endeavors
fractured
fantasies
that seem insane, keeping most others unawares
reverie
memories
of excursions cause the soul to seek new ventures
windows
pathways
to the hearts desires, bringing out ghost like pleasures
shirking
hiding
in the shadows of your mind, embroiling strangers
freeing
soaring
in the clouds above, dragons fly, a sign of peace
shielding
facing
life with a love of illusions, building release
glowing
sensing
a time in the future, not wanting it to cease
twisting
bending
the man made rules, in wicked moments of caprice
turning
toying
with margins of others values, be a menace
ignoring
measurements
to see what happens under strains, lay the crosspiece
warping
swaying
the point of view, unraveling time to increase
curling
pivoting
to regain a sense of strength, dreaming of Greenpeace
inverting
skirting
time and space for dreamworlds enjoying the wild flow
musing
smiling
at yourself for delusions, getting rid of woe
opening
closing
doorways to tomorrowland, letting regrets go
shaping
shifting
your mind to deal with illusions, let wild winds blow
vanishing
without
any warning, going places with a warm glow
shadows
slaying
demons in the subconscious, escaping their flow
spurning
waking
feelings deep within the soul, true love to bestow
planning
observing
notions that create new worlds, a time to forego
pushing
pulling
friends to join in, enjoying a sense of delight
bizarre
fiction
appears in your view, banshees howling at midnight
monsters
lurking
under beds, in dark closets, vampires love twilight
madness
folly
coming from the heart creates a time to incite
phantoms
fantasia
finds a path to the mind, devil's love to ignite
fairytales
nightmares
prey on the subconscious, goblins they will invite
meditation
mystical
intrigue plays tricks on mind, the soul will take flight
specters
escapes
make us aware of wild dimensions, most we fight.

(c) September 24, 2016 by PBM
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FUNKY MONKEY

The monkey may climb on your back, then ruffle your hair
playful
making
funny faces, squealing, always with a bit of flair
fetid
cowardly
running away when confronted, ready for the dare
quirky
freaky
acting, hissing when ready to give someone a scare
Funkadelic
soulful
being, playful, devilish, never playing too fair
tasting
picking
to clean up a friend, letting go, its soul it will bare
squawking
breaking
a coconut, drinking its milk, laughing at a dare
wrangling
ambling
about from branch to branch, swinging by the tail, beware
humming
making
faces at those in the surround, acting more spunky
smooching
puckering
up with a funny face, just being wild and funky
goofing
zany
acts for cheering up those around me, like a flunky
squealing
jumping
up and down, excited, acting ever so cranky
hankering
yearning
for love making, running around and getting kinky
prancing
rhythmic
actions given to obnoxious behavior, funny
spitting
showing
off for the crowd, acting whimsical for the grungy
farting
hiding
your eyes from those around you for being so stinky
entranced
rocking
back and forth, yearning for the center of attention
slapping
gaining
support for the monkey, grinning at all the tension
slinky
edging
its way into the crowd, causing some apprehension
teasing
tossing
things about, lazing for sheer loss of comprehension
preening
cleaning
junk from the hair, getting rid of all hypertension
climbing
swinging
from the branches of life, the soul in ascension
funking
jaunting
about for pleasure, finding a soulful connection
flashing
buttocks
to show them off, trying to make a funky impression
cutesy
crafty
with gleam in its eyes, ready for its soul to take flight
mugging
masking
its true feelings, gain advantage, to find true delight
mischievous
moody
when things do not go well, wanting to be the limelight
gusto
flapping
its arms at the crowd, looking to be in the spotlight
aping
snickering
with amusement, finding uplifting moments at night
washing
keeping
clean by preening, fur shining in the sparkling moonlight
scampering
pampering
others to show compassion for true love to ignite
searching
seeking
self-esteem, watching for love vampires in the twilight.

(c) October 8, 2016 by PBM

PATRICK MICHAEL


PATRICK MICHAEL A72 years old, born July 19, 1944 in Bluffton, IN and raised in small towns in North Central Indiana, attending schools in Marion, Summitville and Huntington Indiana through grade 11. He was graduated from Brentwood High School in Brentwood, MO in St. Louis County.  A100%  Disabled Vietnam Vet and has a lifelong disease, Multiple Sclerosis. He kept learning by other means throughout his life, which in time will be apparent if one read enough of his poetry. During his working years he was always working with his mind and hands to be creative, studied medical science, religions and spirituality as well as the social and physical sciences, with particular emphasis on relationships and gender differences. He worked for the Defense Department in the mapping and charting field and for the CIA near the end of his career. 

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