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Mike Hauser Dec 2024
Here's a newfangled poem
Never seen before
With lines set to rhyme
Ready to take on the world

Bound to amaze
Leaving you flabbergast
One of a kind
Unlike all the rest

A treasure trove
Of pirates' spoil
This newfangled poem
Is out to make noise

Will leave you dumfounded
Pull you from the doldrums
A hodgepodge of hokum
All that and then some

Rings its own bell
Blows its own horn
Rides onto the page
Via winged unicorn

On a jabberwocky journey
Kerfuffle at best
Yet no need to worry
Putting quibble to rest

Here to bowl you over
Like a major king pin
Scrapes itself from the gutter
In time for the win

This poem with no purpose
In a newfangled way
The truth is well worth it
In what it has to say
Mike Hauser Dec 2024
I do nothing but sit on this old park bench
Rusty, much like me
As the prime life I had, done came and went
Like a tattered leaf on a Winters breeze

How long now I've lost count
As the world passes me by
No longer chained to the fast lane
Or the corporate ladder I once tried to climb  

Now with plenty of room for a conversation or two
Of the few who catch my eye
I invite them to sit but they're usually quick
To move along with their own busy lives

I find it odd now at the sights and sounds
I never seemed to notice before
Guess it comes with the gray AKA old age
Just ask the pigeons and squirrels

With shortened days at best about all I have left
I'm given time to think about
Old memories that keep haunting me
Like a *** looking for a handout

As I do nothing but sit on this lonely park bench
Shivering to the Winter breeze
Waiting for death to reach out his hand
And grab ahold of me, as I no longer seem to be in need
Mike Hauser Dec 2024
I have this bag filled with something
I carry everywhere I go
In case I run into nothing
That's something you never know

To easily keep me entertained
Before boredom sets in
I have the attention span of an ant
That is until the drugs kick in

My bag used to have nothing
Till the day I scrimped and saved
Filling it with something
Making sure I gave nothing away

Like you heard me say at the top of the page
I have this bag filled with something
When asked what's inside, I humbly reply
Oh this?
It's really nothing...
Nothing like a good old no nonsense poem 🤪
Mike Hauser Dec 2024
She loves to puff
On clove cigarettes
The flavor she savors
In-between hacks

All the while chewing
Juicy Fruit gum
The one combination
That helps with doldrums

Daringly dangerous
This life on the edge
Chewing Juicy Fruit gum
While smoking Clove cigarettes
Mike Hauser Dec 2024
Love is Brave
Love is Strong
Awaits the day
Till you come along
Ready to get
The best of us
Love is great
At the ambush

Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love gives the best
Of itself away
Any given night
Any given day
That's the way love is
Without say

Love is Brave
Love is Strong
But will not stay
Where it don't belong
Gravitates
To what it knows
Love will go
Where love will grow

Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love will always have
The last say
Over what to give
Over what to take
Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Mike Hauser Dec 2024
I've got an idea
I'm pretty sure will work
Let's all pitch in together
And ruin everything we touch

We'll start off quite haphazardly
With the world we live in
Taking to task our best to trash
The air, the sea, the land

We'll take what nature's given us
In the finest we could eat
Then add chemicals at intervals
Nah, just pour it in quickly

We'll all choose sides to live by
And base it all on love
Then learn to hate those in our way
That do not think like us

We'll ruin our relationships
With technology of the day
Doing all we can with phone in hand
Instead of dealing face to face

We'll start murdering the innocent
And call it all a choice
It's much easier to do away with them
When they don't have a voice

We'll pick up guns and call it fun
Then start shooting everyone
Then complain whose to blame
Till again nothing gets done

We'll even give it a shot tossing in our lot
Being our own gods
Pull moral compass out point it due South
As we all get lost

Of course it's just an idea
Of ruining everything we touch
As long as we start with what we're good at
What could possibly go wrong
Mike Hauser Dec 2024
If there's a lie
To be told
I'll tell it by
This old fishing hole

About the size
Of my latest catch
And how it broke
My steel cast net

And how I jumped
In the water deep
To not let it
Get the best of me

Wrestling that fish
Up to the shore
About the size
Of a compact car

And then when
The whole town came out
Where I fed them all
Hand to mouth

They had their fill
And enough to save
Another meal
For another day

I insist
All this went on
The other day
By the fishing hole

Most everyday
It's what I do
To tell the truth
Would I lie to you
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