I don’t hear voices in my head,
only the howling of gods and demons,
maybe murmuring nymphs and satyrs sometimes
and the distant throb of drums.
But it’s the silence I fear the most,
when no one answers.
Especially the ones I loved
so deeply.
I need to hear their voices
so I can honor them and hug them
and laugh with them
again.
Mike T Minehan
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
Where did I come from?
Where am I going?
How long have I got?
Did I love enough?
Can I be forgiven?
Will I be remembered?
Is hoping to be remembered
Pathetic?
Futile?
Desperate?
Am I only just a speck in the swarm of time?
Why can’t I get answers?
Why is the silence so resounding and complete?
Mike T Minehan
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
I don't have a trumpeter playing the Last Post
and my words forked no lightning. Nope.
Ya know, Prospero could boast that graves ope'd
at his command and yawned forth their dead.
But hey, I never tried that Jesus thing with Lazarus.
And the wine? well, I turned that inta ****
But I'll tell ya what! I lived. I loved.
And yeah, I hadda few friends. Some even called them bums.
But friendship and laughter and a few beers
are better than all the flim flam of any fly past
or marching bands with drums.
I gave it all away, see?
My soul, and all my being, to kids
and little people. To those in need.
That's all.
I know it's not mighty. And nope, it's not magnificent.
But that's all I had. It was me.
So all I hope now is that just a little glimmer or a glow
might still go on and warm a hand or heart.
I know. You might think it's not much.
But that's OK. I don't expect you to remember me.
Just the warmth and love.
It's yours, too.
It's everything I've tried to be.
Mike T Minehan
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 7:01 PM UTC
Now the cuttlefish
is a curious little critter,
not above shenanigans
because these naughty little things
indulge in oral ***
What? Well, yes,
the male pops his hectocotylus
into the female’s mouth
and halleluja, does his thing
right there, without shame
or any ignobleness.
And the female?
Well, she doesn’t waste or swallow this
although she goes round other males
and solicits more deposits
for her clutch. Eh?
Such wantonness.
Really. But this precociousness
is just the way they like it
and shows us
there are many different ways
to indulge in coitus.
That's right, just simply
liking lots of hectocotylus
right down to, but properly,
stopping short of her esophagus.
Without any further apophasis,
obviously, nature thinks that this is
efficacious.
Now, I'm not a marine biologist,
but I think
this bodacious little cuttlefish
is amazing and audacious.
Mike T Minehan
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC
Of course,
the answer is everything.
Compassion, cordite, celebrity
and self fulfillment.
Immortality in children,
and love.
Then what about hate?
Ah, just embrace it.
It’s everywhere.
You can’t change it.
And anyway,
who can understand love without hate?
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 2:06 AM UTC
I should have said I loved you
a whole lot more,
knowing now the hemorrhage
of time.
Yes, you were really the one, see,
and you had such a beautiful mind,
so level headed in all my lunacy.
I can’t believe that I didn’t do
absolutely everything much more with you,
not to mention letting loose
with more books and travel and
ice cream at the beach together
and lots and lots of conversations
and more of absolutely everything
before the grave grasped you forever.
And forever.
It haunts me that it’s too late now
and you’ve gone so far away.
But your gift is this.
Yes, love and poetry, kindness
and finally, omniscience
about you, your incandescence,
your innocence,
and the enormity
of all I’ve lost.
Mike T Minehan
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
The reason we’re here is…
well, silly question, really,
the reason we’re here is simply
to love and procreate.
Very uncomplicated stuff.
Mostly.
Mike T Minehan
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
I thought about death and religion last night,
but not for too long, because both are a bit
spooky, with apocalyptic visions of the abyss
and all the other eschatological stuff
that makes me downright dizzy.
Not to mention all the pandemonium
involved in prophets, punishment and the
tricky process of getting
my ticket for admission through
the turnstiles of the Pearly Gates.
I really don’t like those ticket sellers and their
conflicting claims of heaven and everlasting pain.
Nope, I’d rather think of temporal things
like children, friendship love and creativity.
Oh yes, *** too, and everything else profane.
I’m a bit of a ruffian, really, maybe even
Rabelaisian. Pleasure, laughter, loving.
That’s it.
This is my refrain.
Mike T Minehan
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
Oh I wish you were here,
in my arms again
like the night you breathed
your last.
Yes, so close to me
and yet so infinitely far away.
So far away, that
I finally knew the meaning of
forever.
Oh my little baby.
I’m reaching out to you again tonight.
Mike T Minehan
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
At the risk of sounding sexist
I’d like to pay my highest respects today
to the girl at my accountant’s
with the beautiful *******
Usually the only things that jiggle there
are the numbers on the ledger,
but today a couple of numbers
stuck out for me to admire.
She knew it all added up spectacularly well
as she bent down obligingly
and pointed out where I should sign
and showed me what I needed to see.
She knew and I knew that
capital gains and expenses
were comparatively insignificant here.
Saucy insouciance was the obvious upside.
Of course, I shouldn’t have noticed,
but then I'm afraid that's what happens
when you’re more
of a ******
than an entrepreneur.
Mike T Minehan
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC