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michael-perry
Previously published- not for awhile though- looking to keep at it, make the reader feel something and make myself better with each post submitted.
TAKING A DRIVE driving down a back road taking a drive through Eastern Shores Maryland going fast, feeling the car as it purrs and hums under my direction, the stereo plays as the black top blurs in front of me and behind in the rearview the day is unseasonably warm for late February, i can hear the hum of the electricity in the powerlines as i go fast, faster, harder then i should i cannot help myself, the adrenaline rushes then from out of nowhere, there is a farm coming into view, something made me slow down, there is a corral with horses so i feel the need to stop-there were two brown and white females and one shiny black stallion, they were running back and forth, the length of the enclosure stopping every once in a while to feast on alfalfa- i was awestruck, not sure why i stopped but just taking a moment to watch beauty in motion gave me pause, i never really took the time to just slow down and appreciate my surroundings, i watched them a couple minutes more, just leaning against the fence, taking in the moment, when out of nowhere a black sports car was racing past me down the same road i was on, at the same rate of speed i was doing before i stopped, a police cruiser was right on his tail in hot pursuit- when i got back into my car, i thought to myself, hey that could have been me. by Michael Perry
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Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 12:57 PM UTC
TAKING A DRIVE
SHE IS my frame of reference when speaking of love whenever she looks at me, that's all it takes she is, what makes my whole world worthwhile; without realizing   all the ways, so easy on the eyes, ready to ease my mind a safe space, a place to lay my head she is, all the love songs needing to be sung; perfect harmony   complimenting all the ways i need her to be   with her my heart is spoken for, more than just physical she is,  what sees us through all the times; day and night my life preserver if and when i need saving capable and steady, with life's twist and turns, i run to her   she is,  that safe harbor i drift to lovingly; every time       body and soul , all that i adore, this woman i would die for every thought to keep my mind sane, on an even plane   she is,  the easiest decision i ever made; a revelation my once in a life time, all the moments we share my love and salvation, a driving force, so deep down she is , my days and nights my forever in dreams; realized my one true love, as we stand the test of time the sweetest gift received, as my heart beats steady she is, all my reasons why i live and breathe; say a prayer for by  Michael Perry
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Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 1:45 PM UTC
SHE IS
Our day was the most normal of all meeting for breakfast, we were in love looking into each others eyes, here at our favorite café, where we met most days, we sat at a corner table which was set with fresh picked flowers we ate croissants and drank chicory oh to be in love like this, then at one point it happened, his mood seemed to overtake the moment; like a cloud covering a sunny day then he casually said to me without any further instance of emotion, that it was over he could not go on anymore, he had fallen out of love with me, how could this be we had been together for a long time, there was no consignment or strings attached, foolishly thinking, we could make this work, albeit discreetly, he left me in stunned silence then got up and removed himself from the table as I sat alone for a moment, quickly acquiescing to leave, making my way home where I paid the babysitter and sat in my chair with my head back to ponder next moves-oh yes there would always be next moves to make by Michael Perry
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Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 4:03 PM UTC
NEXT MOVES (inspired by painting; The Assignation
Mother Sun, Father Moon (inspired by Sylvia Plath) your little girl, like Mona Lisa never smiled still you breathed me to life i was undeserving, given center stage while a hidden pain lay until exposed i fell off the edge, not back to earth a sanitarium waited, i lived till i died -you both have yourselves to blame by Michael Perry
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Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 9:56 AM UTC
MOTHER SUN FATHER MOON
NO SECOND CHANCES (inspired by Sylvia Plath) in all my moments alive, as the inky darkness thrives among the trees standing in shadow like black animals at attention, undefinable, they stand frozen, like me what of life or death, ah, treacherous with obscenity's i curse you stars to be wished upon, you have failed me i am without voice, nor a tongue nowhere to be found i am but a little girl lost, searching for a way to go home i am without point, verge of insanity, still looking, always so i write as a salve to explain away these wounds inside me it has given me perception to delve into psyche's not mine what i could not find or fulfill in my short time alive, i know life like death is a one way street no second chances, a dead end By Michael Perry
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Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC
NO SECOND CHANCES (inspired by Sylvia Plath)
SPILLED WINE Our nights are always the same, we start it mundane just simple, then a sip of wine to alleviate the days pain we ease into it slowly, as the conversations get started one glass at a time, we talk about our day, the kids, the car will dinner be on the table this time? we laugh, we giggle we hold hands by the fire, by the third or fourth glass we have moved on to the meaning of life, the state of politics; ready to declare what side, we are on...we do this each night in spite of ourselves, you'd think we'd know better but with a touch grape on our lips, to let the obscenities' flow steadier we stamp our feet, and gnash our teeth, to make our point sharper as the night rolls around, it gets later and later, now dinner is burnt as we set blame on each other, we loose inhibitions, as we become all glassy eyed and slurred, finally we reach the end of the bottle we're bad, what a shame, too late for another run, empty stomachs spurn so we order take-out from the place down the street and nurse huge headaches that feel like hell on earth, we go to bed as if still friends and lovers, as if nothing has happened, that is until tomorrow when we imbibe once more, getting our favorite bottle of wine from the local liquor store by Michael Perry
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
SPILLED WINE
NATURE-HAIKU rise up to the day catch every white silence bask in cold water By Michael Perry
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Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
NATURE-Haiku
She bought this light green chair at an estate sale, with a red pillow as an accoutrement she smiled like a young child; proud of her find, all I could do was smile back, afraid to hurt her feelings, you hate it she said, I can tell-would it make you want it more if I told you it was from Ernest Hemingway's estate, such a find- I was in a bidding war with another woman, I purchased it for you its been a couple years hence, sitting in my light green chair, she knew it was the perfect chair, to do my writing, she would smile, if she could see me here, shades of the writer that I am time to move on, all the memories left- I sold everything; never though, would I sell the light green chair with the red pillow, as it reminds me of her always By Michael Perry
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC
THE LIGHT GREEN CHAIR WITH RED PILLOW
JUST US 2 me and you together in love just us 2 we will be so happy then along came he and now we are 3 there is love for all to go around can't you see, we can she said to me another year another day by mistake, now we are 4 my head hit the floor- surprise you said to me add a dog and a cat house in the burbs living out the dream with bills up to the hilt make it day to day- what to do when love is in the house, no matter you see she said to me- We- are a family by Michael Perry
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Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
JUST US 2
SHOCK OF WINTER the ashen grey sky leads as the forerunner of whats to come whilst the taste of snow flakes incite the buds on the tongue, it is as if when warm turns to cold, we are lead to believe that this grip of ice bearing down, may feel like forever, and for you already growing old thereby freezing your impression of what to believe that somehow this is not living, hence given your preferred inclination for a few degree's more you might wish though, to be somewhere else for at least a few months time until the cold shock of winter barrels and blows over, in its due time by Michael Perry
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Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 4:12 PM UTC
SHOCK OF WINTER