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 Jun 2018 Mike Hauser
BMG
The brilliant boy
He's in this limbo
Almost living
Completely dying.
It's all so poetic really.
Killing everyone
everything for something;
for the love you
desperately think you can get back
Even though you are the cause
of every single thing
that has happened
of everything that you have lost.
You made the decisions that
Got you here
Now it’s war
Mayhem
Fighting everyone around you
but truthfully fighting yourself.

"It's always been his job to fix this."

That’s what you convince yourself
Your job to make things right
You believe that murdering it all
will end it.

He thinks it’ll take him
completely back
to the beginning.
It won’t
You can’t
You are so far gone
You’re killing yourself
Brilliant.
I wrote this about a boy I use to know. He always believed he was responsible for making everything better, even if he was making it worse. Strubborn, he would never walk away. He’d **** himself and everyone around him to make a point. Any point at all.
Sweet Men are Like... Rare flowers..those like Jade Vine,

Gibraltar Campion, Franklin Tree, Kokai cookei,  and the

Chocolate Cosmos rare and unique hard to find kind

that will not adapt to the principles and

culture of a insensitive rough society. Equipped with

good values that often seem extinct.

  Decent and unique men are like..cotton candy, strong visual yet rugged look,
sweet sugar treats melts in your mouth., lightly

won't leave you over filled with heaviness and drama.

Some men are like first class planes...takes you flying high and the ride is exquisite,

stimulating personal, makes you dream big..are

accomodating comfortable, treats you with class.

A wanted man is like.. soothing running waters,, able to quench your heated passions,  fulfil

your hungered needs, satisfy your mental thirst, and ruffle your straightened sheets, tackle your

energy and substain a stable environment.

A Good man..is made from the best of fabrics, has quality material,  has stamina, drive and

strength sewn in, wears his smile day and night, because contentment with just one and only one

suits him wisely and justly.

  A good man has been modified to fit his specific woman all her imperfections, and shortcomings

fit his model and he is equipped to handle them.

In a good man the perfect mixers have been stired blended and folded into his batter.

That when baked to right temperatures brings out the best in his Lady,

hides her sour, and covers her blemishes.

making what was less more better, and completing her short commings and she comes out smelling divine.

  A awesome man..In the mist of battles  with his woman is like a  scattered rain storm.

Can come loud hard or soft and lightly..

but afterward washes in sweet healing cleanses they both can

benefit from and still grow.

Career bachelor Types of men

Some men are like..Hoarders.. they  collect all kinds of women

never letting go of any..got more than they know what to do with..

Many screaming for their time and attention.

Investigators...Some men like to spy and see what this one and that one is doing..

Gamblers..They take big risks, put lots at stake and take foolish chances..Leeches...

They hang on you like your all they have and **** you dry of most of your

resources, clingy, jealous, needy, greedy...selfish inconsiderate leechers.

  Con artist..They give you a great speech about want they want..

how they will give their all and your all they need.

It sounds sweet and genuine but he's lying. Like Flies... buzzing in your ears..

humming annoying, bothersome, pitiful.. pesty, nosey, going

from place to place spreading nasty germs..reading posting,

bragging think they the stuff when they are just a bug a boo fly and a lie.
Some men are like..Toads big stuffed and lazy..just want to hop on you ***** you.

Do you get all they can from you..Big lazy and have lots of

time of his hands to rib bit rib bit get all you have.

And are crap seekers. Always ready  to swollow the energy from you.
Some are Huge liers.. about their past, relationships, friendships, and hardships..

telling lies for sympathy..In the end you'll hate you allowed him to waste your time..

Just my saying by me and my sayings..

Sharday.  

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Men in their varying degrees
Dear Hello Poetry
I am very appreciative
Thank You so much for
Providing this wonderful
Platform for me to
Express myself
I don’t think I ever remember
feeling in place as I’m feeling
right  now
Wherever I’ve been
I’ve always felt like an outsider
it seems to have been the nature
of my life to be in that place
I used to grieve not ever feeling
accepted  and spent so much
energy trying to find acceptance
But more than anything
my refusal to stop believing in
myself worth always seems
to put me at odds with a very
cynical world
But today is like no other
for I have arrived at a place
of acceptance but not by others
           Rather by me
I’ve come to accept myself
and find peace in that place alone
           It truly is a freeing experience
I’ve told you my story so
You my friends can always remember
You are unique and it is perfectly okay
to create your own place in this world
                            For
From where I’m standing you’re exquisite
an unrenewable  resource with great value
       and beauty in your very existence
I hope you all fall asleep with renewed                                        
           confidence in who you are
on the way to who
                   You are becoming

           Love yourself

         With love from Black
               Love and peace
Sia says she wants to swing from the Chandelier. For me it’s life I want to swing from , grab it by the horn and hold on tight for dear life until I smell every rose on earth... if life gets too complicated and unpredictable there is a free 1800  273-8255 please call and seek help.
She
        Shouldn’t

Be

           Mine

But

        I’m

Glad

              She

Chose

              Me
She doesn’t need me, but she wants me, And she chose me
 Jun 2018 Mike Hauser
Fallert
His hand clamped around her wrist,
Held firm beneath the tree.
He inhaled the fresh and warm air,
Smelled the lilac and the sea.

She glanced at him so slyly,
Warm lips curled into a grin.
If only she could tell him,
If only she could win.

When he found her in the corner
She warned him of her sin.
He pulled her from the ground then,
Her once full frame now so thin.

She told him he must leave now,
She pushed, a gentle shove.
His red lips met her chapped ones,
"I'll never leave, my only love."

But just then, two weeks later,
He placed a lily on her grave.
A tear rolled down his dry cheek,
The only one he couldn't save.

Still he sits, beneath the tree now,
Smells the lilacs and the sea.
She's just a whisper in the wind now,
"But the only whisper that's for me."
 Jun 2018 Mike Hauser
Fallert
I walk into war so brave,
Found my confidence,
My guide.
For when you walk in the room so worried,
When you leave you find your pride.

Head held higher than an eagle,
Yet lower than a rock.
When you feel yourself so timid,
Time’s running around the clock.

Took a long, good look at myself,
Found measures beyond length,
Looked even deeper into myself,
Found a large amount of strength.
I am trying a new approach, writing happier, more lighthearted poems.  Bear with me.
 Jun 2018 Mike Hauser
Jeff Gaines
HEAR YE!
HEAR YE!

SALUTATIONS TO ALL THOSE PRESENT!

GREETINGS!

HENCEFORTH AND FOREVER MORE ...
JUNE THE TWELVE
SHALL BE KNOWN AMONG ALL HERE AT HELLO POETRY
(AND ALL POETS WORLDWIDE)
AS "TEMPORAL FUGUE DAY"

TO WIT:

You will be compelled to go to McDonald's ...
on this date and at any time.
As you step to the counter to place your order
you MUST speak only in rhyme!

You can order salads ...
a burger with cheese ...
breakfast or filet-o-fish
Choice of drink is surely yours ...
order any and all that you wish!

Just make certain
that ALL that you say ...
in the spirit of poets EVERYWHERE
comes out in a rhyming way!

Let's show them solidarity
Tell the world that we are here ...
with wisdom and harmony
finding love and facing fear.

I further compel you
to your language you must translate ...
this declaration so that all the poets in the world will know
to do this on this date.

Not just to show them our pride so fierce
and that it isn't just any rumor.
Let's show the world that poets are amazing
and even have senses of humor!

So ... Plot out your order
and what you will say.
Let's go and have fun with this.
Let's make it OUR day!

WE ARE HERE!
>>PLEASE<< read this to understand where this is coming from:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2548700/temporal-fugue-goes-to-mcdonalds/

I hope everyone spreads this word and does this for ourselves and for our craft. It isn't so much about Temporal Fugue, he is just the inspiration for this. It is about us here at HP and ALL the poets in the world!

We may not share views, religions or styles.
BUT we DO share the most important thing of all ...

PASSION!

No matter the subject!

Imagine the news reports of these "flash mobs", if-you-will, showing up at McDonald's AROUND the world and ordering in RHYME!

Let's bring our love for others AND our craft to the WORLD!

SPREAD THE WORD!

Good Times INDEED!

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