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.