I work in a factory. I have a wife, a couple of kids and a love of metered rhyme.
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I am simply a man.
Nothing more
or less,
much like the rest.

I share pieces of myself,
on occasion,
when mood and muse align.

Some find the same shape within.
Others would,
or could,
if I let them.
If I called attention to the lines and curves,
if I spoke the words they heard.
If I cared to search the shapes they show,
if I matched them to my own.

- excerpt from "A Gentle Rebuke".
I work in a factory. I have a wife, a couple of kids and a love of metered rhyme.
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I am simply a man.
Nothing more
or less,
much like the rest.

I share pieces of myself,
on occasion,
when mood and muse align.

Some find the same shape within.
Others would,
or could,
if I let them.
If I called attention to the lines and curves,
if I spoke the words they heard.
If I cared to search the shapes they show,
if I matched them to my own.

- excerpt from "A Gentle Rebuke".
Mike Porter
6 hours ago

darkness
outside the window
my reflection

#haiku  
Mike Porter
1 day ago

I wear a veil
of wriggled lips
and eyes that speak
in civil tongues.
Necessities to passersby,
their hungry curiosity
a hateful inquisition
spewed with grace
and kind intent.

I wear a veil
of clacking teeth
and ears that
tell a tale of here.
Essential triviality,
a grease to ease
my squealing wheels
as silence screams
that all is well.

I wear a veil
of lifted chin
and nose proclaiming
noble care.
A vital link
to bind presumptive minds
within the grasp
of expectation's
calming song.

Faceless pale,
a shapeless shell,
I wear a veil.

Mike Porter
2 days ago

In the hush before the curtains rise,
I wait for her,
enamored of the fruit
long cultivated patience provides.

Coy as always,
glimpsed fleetingly at first;
she walks in amber beauty,
stately and serene.

Aria begun,
she sings her silver song and
paints the audience in
diamond dust once more.

Mike Porter
3 days ago

Horizon blurs in melded flow,
the lake above pours into sky
as azure turns to indigo.

The clouds reach up and spread like snow.
Where rippled drifts refuse to lie,
horizon blurs in melded flow.

To swim across the shimmered glow
in sweeping strokes on feathers dry
as azure turns to indigo.

The mountains rise to depths below,
in changing hues, they sink so high.
Horizon blurs in melded flow.

Magician sun has tricks to throw,
confounding all but keenest eye
as azure turns to indigo.

A dream infused of vertigo,
descending stones will rise and fly.
Horizon blurs in melded flow
as azure turns to indigo.

Villanelle
Mike Porter
4 days ago

"Psst."
The first sweet nothing escapes
from my amber hued lover.
This tart and bubbly genie,
too long trapped in mundane bottle.

Each time some small bit of her
passes my lips,
I know joy.

Alas, though I love her deeply,
my attentions will eventually
bring about her demise.
Then I must find another
and begin anew this lovely cycle.

I am truly blessed,
for even though she soon is gone,
my eyes fall upon her sister,
trapped with four other siblings
in cardboard cage.

Mike Porter
5 days ago

I love you more than life itself.
My love is deeper than the ocean
and while I know
there are other fish in the sea,
I'm not particularly fond of fish
and prefer to see you as an anemone,
the mysterious mistress of the depths.

You are a precious flower,
delicate and sweetly fragrant.
More beautiful than a rose
by any name you care to choose,
although I'm truthfully
not crazy about Rose,
it makes this comparison
a bit too obvious for my taste.

My heart burns for you
with the heat of a thousand suns.
I orbit you as the earth does its single sun,
caught in your fiery gravity
as I spin in the dizzying dance
of your hotness.

I'm drunk on your smile,
stumbling through
the darkness of your shadow,
hoping for the simple touch of your hand
and that I won't vomit butterflies
on your shoes.

I am blinded to all else
by your presence,
there are no other women.
Only you, the one and only,
perfect just as you are.
I could never love another ...
unless you were dead
and she had very similar bone structure
or possibly if you cheated on me.

I will love you until the end of time,
I will come whenever you call.
We are eternal soulmates,
two hearts tied together as one,
now and forever.
There is nothing I wouldn't do for you ...
except that thing with the beads
because that freaks me out.

You are my destiny and I am yours,
it was written in the stars long ago
and not a day will go by
that I won't prove my love for you.
Ask and you shall receive,
my muse, my darling dear,
merely ask ...

But not the beads, ok?

Mike Porter
6 days ago

rumors fly
arrows launched by blind bowmen
in the night
you remain the dawn
and I rise to your light

#tanka  
 
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