Mikeisms

Mikeisms

All that we have and all that we own
Is not a possession but rather a loan.

And though we may stack it as tall as the sky
It only remains till the day that we die.

Advice

We cannot enter another's garden
And rearrange the flowers to suit our tastes
We cannot move the furniture
Inside the place they live
The most that anyone can do
Is stand aside and watch
And if asked make yourself sure
Of the advice you give.

How can hands that pick the rose
Still smell as does the poet's yet?

And how can grapes so quickly chose
Taste sweeter than the poet's yet?

And how come in my head there goes
So much of this poet's yet?

In Time

In a day, tomorrow
In tomorrow, yesterday
In all equations, truth.
In a year, the aged
In the heart, a youth.

Before

Why is it that it is not as simple
As planting seeds, then fruit?
Because the work involved in sewing
Makes one respect the root.

Before I Die

Once, just once, before I die
I want to be more than just a guy
More than someone who also ran
I sincerely wish to be a man.
I long to give more than I've taken
And return the love I have forsaken.
The way to succeed in this want to be
Is controlled by no one else but me.
If I have the will then I have the power
To give myself my finest hour.

I didn't paint the soup can
Nor the boy all dressed in blue
And not in me is a park scene
Of a most unusual hue.

My canvas, this paper
Will one day rot I know it
Without so much as a side ways glance
For I am not a poet.

But that is quite alright with me
For at one brief time you see
I thanked Him who made the tree
To be used by fools like me.

Should I live forever
I'll never understand
Why God would ever have a need
For the attributes of man.

Beside It stood a Dad and Son
Looking at what they had done
And of the three I do recall
The deer could not see at all.

The flower is not
The petal
The hip
The stem
The thorn
The root
The seed,
For unless all this exists
The flower is not.

Lightening flashes allow no time for the eye to focus.

THE POET

He lifts his sword
And with mighty swipes
He slays his foe
And vanquishes evil
Yet the only thing
That Feels the force of his hand
Is the blank page
On which it rests.

It is amazing how strong we become when tears are allowed to flow.

911

The call went out on 911
The recording noted well
That thousands went to Heaven
Nineteen went straight to hell.

~ Michael Bahm ~

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