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It's such a lovely combo
The warmth of your legs
Paired with the frost
On your heart
You're the whole package
I don't like how much I cry
But I feel every drop
They are such a constant
I don't know if it'll ever stop
I also don't know what to say
All I can offer is a bucket and a mop
Due to the fact I'm the cause of each one
A truth I have to cop

©2024
The truth isn't glamorous...but it's still the truth
My heart gets crushed
And cracks once more
It leaks through from the ducts of the eyes
As it makes it's way down
The carved out paths on my face
I can't forget to remember the painful why's

©2024
 Aug 2024 Mike Hauser
Leaetta May
glorious dawn
spreading golden light on all
Earth's verdant drama
 Aug 2024 Mike Hauser
hani shibli
Hey sad souls,
what are we to do?
When we're all so down and blue!
In our beautiful minds,
(Because,that's what they are, you HP people)
join your hands, together as one,
with similar kinds,
of people.
Men and women,
need each other,
sister and brother.

Feed each others spirits,
to take you beyond all limits.
This isn't a poem,
with the American dream,
this is for hearts and minds,
that need inspiration,
at times of desperation.
We all need to feel good,
gratification of our existence,
with a constant persistence.
Encouraging one another,
telling life that ,'That I love her'
She holds me captive,
her spirit bounds me,
In her arms, I'm held in awe.
surrendering  unconditionally,
Like a puppy holding up its paw.

For life,
throws tribulations,
catastrophic,
philosophic,
cataclysmic,
rhythmic,
euphoric.
And with each moment,
we should pray for another,
this gift of life,
to make us content,
a limited time we are lent,
cannot regain what has been spent.

Look up into this abundant sky
and smile that you are here.
When many cannot,
and many have not.
A poem to revive some heavy souls, that need some love and support.
I've been there and sometimes I get taken there, and hope others can find a little joy and energy from this simple write.
 Jul 2024 Mike Hauser
Nadai
She?
 Jul 2024 Mike Hauser
Nadai
She was pretty,
–Unconventionally.

She was an evening dress.
Red lipstick,
By the poolside.

She was a warm hug,
Served with a side of her smile.

She was the home for the man she adored,
The chicken noodle soup on a cold day.

She was everything to everyone,
But still held in the hands of love,
Fitted curve to curve.
 Jul 2024 Mike Hauser
Ken Pepiton
Esoteric, Edgar Cayce, yes,

a memory, a version, no known
reason weighing needful
to be told, proven, try
umphed past
to when now
becomes original intention,

to mention the crew involved
in building the stack of words
spelling all many ancient tales attest

as real significant events, once upon
this very point, where this many angels
once danced in tunes attempting to prove

the pastlessness of certain points
in time.
In to the cave with word from beyond...
that double standard
don't feel so good
when it's you on the other side
but it wouldn't be you
because i watched you burn
as the arson just scaped by
and no i didn't look for good
in a place where
there was none to be found
i didn't wanna hear his story
or see his face
or become adjusted to the sound
of lies and violation
belittlement and manipulation
i wanted nothing but to see you okay
but you laugh with my abusers
and flock to my tormentors
like you didn't see any of my pain

and maybe
just maybe
you didnt
at the time
but what could you speak to now
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