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Feb 2019 · 135
Is It Enough
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
You can be the one to open up
The very first to rise
Beat the drum on things to come
Counter all the lies

Tell past tells as they were told
Keep the flame lit bright
Tightly hold your generations torch
So others may see by the light

You can wave a sign of the times
Calling out all bluffs
Walk the thin and narrow line
But will it be enough

You can make friends with the unfriendly
Pack an extra smile
Give to those in desperate need
Walk the miracle mile

Bring it all to the forefront
Leaving nothing behind
You can be on time in all you do
Spend the extra dime

You can unpack the hidden secret
Sprinkle it with love
But unless all this is really meant
Will it be enough
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
I've had more than enough
As I shoot from the cuff
Hitting my foot every time

You'd think I would learn
As soon as shots are heard
To get out of the line of fire

What seems to be my fate
Either early or late
Never am I on time

As many comes as there are goes
You'd think by now I'd know
Where life and love intertwine

But I seriously doubt
I'll ever see inside that box
As I only know what's up
With the downside of love

Is it the fact I'm a man
And can't stick with a plan
Taking time to follow the signs

To see if they lead
To a heart that's in need
One I can share with mine

If I take a deep breath
Let out the one that I've kept
Packed tight in my lungs all this time

No telling where it might lead
Could be that single heartbeat
I have been hoping to find

But I seriously doubt
I'll ever see inside that box
As I only know what's up
With the downside of love
Feb 2019 · 138
The Girl Of Your Dreams
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
You see her and you stutter
Wrack your brains for something to say
Pretty sure you might have to sleep on it tonight
With this being the girl of your dreams

In daylight, she plays the princess  
With chorus line, she dances across your mind
The only difference being when you she sees
There's not that glimmer in her eyes

You're not that great on conversating
So you keep things as they are
No need in waiting past hesitating
You'll see her tonight as you snooze neath the stars

Where you may ask her to go out dancing
In an open field lit up by the moon
She'll have stars in her eyes as she comes to realize
You're the man with all the right moves

She'll then tell you how much she loves you
And that you are a dream come true
You'll answer in kind where have we been all our lives
In this dream, you've dreamt more than a time or two

You might marry and she'll have your children
Both boy and girl to round out the perfection of love
No telling though which way this dream will go
Still with her in your dreams it's more than enough

You just wish you didn't stutter being near her
Wrack your brains for something smooth to say
As once again you find you'll sleep on it tonight
With this girl being the girl of your dreams
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
The night time went rouge
Wouldn't you know
Stepped out of the dark
Hitting the road
Finding out how
To weave in and out
From the still of itself
Without any doubt

I took a-hold of the night
Read it its Rights
Don't come again
Till after day light
This sneaking you do
Round about noon
Really is not
Very becoming of you

Where upon the night said to me
I can do as I please
Be who I want
This country is free
You're wasting your time
If you're trying to find
Some way or another
Of controlling my life

So that's why we are
Now all where we are
As the night took a bite
Instead of just bark
Knocked the daylight
Right out of the park
Where now we remain
All in the dark...
Feb 2019 · 165
argument
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
it started out an argument
where neither side knew what they meant
with faces red, they had a fit
which only helped in screaming it

both sides saw the other wrong
in word and deed is what they thought
with ears that fume and eyes that cross
they state their case at any cost

no show of hands in reasoning
not sure exactly what they mean
in what they're told not what they see
just tap your feet to the lemming beat

an argument no one can win
when neither side is giving in
which leaves us this predicament
to live in love to love and live
to stem the tide of the argument
Feb 2019 · 263
~Loves Questionnaire~
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
I was handed a questionnaire
And asked to fill it out the best I could
With #2 pencil in hand
I saw the questions were on love

I've never once questioned my love for you
I've studied hard, I've studied well
That's why the first box I marked off as true
When asked if I'd give my all to you

It asked things like would it be alright
If I held you tight the rest of my life
I marked that box all of the above
Cause isn't that what you do for love

It then asked if love was meant to last
It talked of the future in view of the past
That question was adorned in essay form
I filled up one page but could have filled two more

I started off by writing
True love only looks straight ahead
The past is past, no need looking back
And should be buried along with the dead

Which means if you dig it up enough
The only thing it does is stink
And the buried past really has
No place in loves company

Once I got through the questionnaire
I felt good about the fact
I had honestly answered all the questions there
As I handed my #2 pencil back

From the multiple choice to the true and false
Along with the final essay
I folded it up, brought it home to you my love
For the final grade
Feb 2019 · 112
The Deep End
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
No idea of where you're heading
Continually treading life
Through shark infested waters
Waiting for the school to bite

You know they smell the blood
From the daily beating up
That this world loves to give
Surrounded by the fins
Always swimming in
The deep end

Like some poolside game
Paddling your way through life
As you're tossed the ball
You drop it every time

Floundering around
Close to being drowned
Trying desperately to get a grip
With life's sides always so slick
Having yet to learn the trick
Once again in
The deep end

Not much that you can do
In water dark and blue for life
In the churning of its sea
It's hard to see beneath sometimes

Life so cold you find you're froze
As something nibbles on your toes
So sure this time you're near the end
Where you feel you've often been
Swim little fishy swim
Always swimming in
The deep end
Feb 2019 · 160
Kisses Saved
Mike Hauser Feb 2019
I still have all the kisses
That you ever gave
Paper or plastic
Is how I have them saved

I keep them in the pantry
Easy for access
When I find I'm lonely
In desperate need of a kiss

With so many kisses saved up
From which I get to choose
Each flavor I love to savor
As they all come from you
Jan 2019 · 105
the rub off
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
have you ever stopped to think about
the lives that we pass through
on the paths we take from day to day
and the effect they have on you

from the rub of infancy
to the running stride of youth
those whom you touch along the way
end up touching you

with the awakening of adulthood
to the age of who'd have thought
along the way the paths we cross
become a part of us
Jan 2019 · 128
Just One Breath Away
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Have you ever heard of poets
Being superstars
Riding round in limos
Groupies by the score

All the ones I know are famous
Have been decades in the grave
Maybe that's why I have a hard time
Even giving my poems away

Why I can rhyme with the best of them
What have they got on me
I also want all the fans I can
Throwing themselves at my feet

I hear that Edgar Allen Poe
Had a goth ******* the side
And romantic William Shakespeare
Had women chase him all his life

And even that meanie Bukowski
Still has those drooling over every word he has to say
And little ole me out here in the weeds
Can't even get the time of day

Let alone get a single one
To even look at me
It's a lonely life when all you do is write
It all out in poetry

Perhaps a lasting catchphrase
Where they'll all remember me
"To me to be or not to be only through death will I succeed"
When it comes to poetry...
Jan 2019 · 237
Poets Anonymous
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
We come here every evening
Circle up our chairs
Like cowboys with their wagons
To explain the world we see out there

Our very words keep us on the outer edge
Always running through our minds
What cure it is we're looking for
Hoping that cure we never find

Yes, this is Poets Anonymous
We exclaim it one by one
Hi, my name is "      " and I'm a poet
On a journey that's never done

Searching for that masterpiece
That eludes us all the same way
It's that one thing that keeps us digging deep
Every single minute of every single day

It's hidden in this pen somewhere
We're all sure of that fact
A lucky few have found it once
And go to no lengths to get it back

So here we huddle in our circle
All with the same curse that is at play
Poets Anonymous is for all of us
Where a poets suffering is our fate
Oldie but goldie that still rings true!
Jan 2019 · 417
By Way Of The Bird
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
I'd like to fly this life
By way of the bird
Feather free in finding time
Instead of life in a blur

I'd like to sit atop a tree
Rest in peace unfurled
Feather free in my own keep
By way of the bird
Jan 2019 · 103
poetry stones
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
all the poetry that i own
i started writing down on stones
jagged rock upon the ground
that i find lying around

i put them all in a bag
pretty as you please that i gift wrap
bring them all home to you
give you time to read them through

place the ones that you like
in the garden for others to find
the rest we take down to the lake
where we spend the day skipping them away
Jan 2019 · 179
Going out of Business
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
I'm going to go ahead and close my eyes
I've seen enough for one lifetime
And believe you me from what I've seen
I think that it's a crime

And while I'm here I'll also close my ears
With so much said, I don't want to hear
Cause all the sounds seem to do
Is to raise my fears

Like I've said, ain't no secret kept
That this world we're in is one big mess
With a break in the bend, it's bound to end
But when is as good as anybody's guess

Caught up in song barely holding on
Bidding our time on the inevitable
While in the meantime to the signs that are buying
We keep selling our souls

For that simple slice of paradise
All alone in a home up on the hillside
Raining the flood of unstoppable tears
Amidst the mudslide of lies

Like hungry fish, they keep reeling us in
Hook, line, and sinker again and again
No need to heed the warning's too deep
And we're not even listening

Like I've said, ain't no secret kept
That this world we're in is one big mess
With a break in the bend, it's bound to end
But when is as good as anybody's guess
Jan 2019 · 108
~Flying~
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
I'm in cahoots with my mind
To dream up a pair of wings
Strap them on my back to fly
Off on the next waiting breeze

All I need do is close my eyes
Search real deep until I find
My imagination running double time
And set my mind to flight

There ain't no telling where I will go
Anywhere I choose
But first and foremost will be due North
While whistling an in-flight tune

All I need do is close my eyes
Wave reality a quick bye, bye
Search real deep until I find
My imagination double time

And set my mind to flight...
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
In the responsibility granted man
as fickle as he is foul
wheeling and dealing with mother earth
he'll take all that he's allowed

****** the land of every grain of sand
and nutrition to serve his purpose
she stands in hope that one day he may know
that none of it was worth it

But when you are the disease
who can you turn to for the cure
remember please wise words such as these
nature never did betray the heart that loved her
A quote from William Woodsworth I added to.
The last and most beautiful line is his.
Jan 2019 · 129
Red Dirt Clay
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Early in the morning
Fore the rooster crows
Long before the sun
Peaks through farm windows

They get an early jump
On the dawning of the day
To start in on the tilling
Of the red dirt clay

Like those long before
And those before them
Playing out their part
In Georgia life farming

Fighting off the yawns
As they make my way
To the open fields
Of the red dirt clay

Out to feed the world
Along with their families
Tossing out their cares
While tossing out the seed

This ain't to say
Life is a piece of cake
It can be as hard
As the red dirt clay

Sometimes there ain't no choice
When life chooses for you
No need to raise your voice
You do what you have to do

Year after year
Down to each new day
As an honest life is made
In the red dirt clay
Jan 2019 · 234
she hesitates
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
she hesitates
which always makes her late
reads worn out books at night
with quizzical looks she finds

she writes poetry
all titled please help me
while humming foreign tunes  
she rhymes black inked in blue

she's good at giving gifts
to those less fortunate
to which she receives the most
because that's all she knows

again she hesitates
with things she'd like to say
because she knows it's best
when things are left unsaid

she breathes sighs of relief
it's how she was taught to breathe
while raising her left hand
a right she feels she has

that hand she wears a broken watch
which says more than enough
inside its slient tic
is where her time is kept

when she speaks of relationships
it's a smorgasbord of hit and miss
held out like an apology
a secret that she keeps

she'd like to be a star
in a galaxy far from ours
and maybe then one day
she won't hesitate
Jan 2019 · 112
Mr. Regret
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Early morning, late night arrivals
This Ball and Chain has hold of me
Fingers to the Grindstone spinning out survival
The bitter taste of freedom makes those fingers bleed

Would I have listened or even paid attention
If someone out there had taken time out to warn me
With peace and harmony, both concepts clearly missing
This mounting rock pile being my daily keep

Early searching for a life of comfort
Not what the world in which I live suggests
Open up the shades pull back the covers
You'll see just who I am...Mr. Regret

Too late now I wish that I had slowed down
Smelled my share of roses along the way
The ladder of success could have come with a few rungs less
What good is money if you give your soul away

Looking back now I have to sadly wonder
At the insanity and its sludge of upkeep
Bright ideas like lighting flash with no thunder
All of it now raining down on my parade

Now my days are spent with empty plunder
Trying to make sense of how it all came down to this
If I coulda, woulda, shoulda only seen around life's corner
Then I wouldn't be the shell of who I am...Mr. Regret
Jan 2019 · 99
winter coats
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
how many wear their winter coat
in the thick heat of summer
keeping those from being close
afraid to expose the souls cover

sitting alone on life's park bench
in desperate need of conversation
with no idea of why or when
we let our humanity escape us

how many of us...
Jan 2019 · 1.7k
pretender
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
i'm a pretender
a thin man in disguise
return to sender
with address hard pressed to find

considered a keeper
secrets about myself
i'm a deciever
some things i can not help

a reverse revolator
there are things i'll never tell
a strong detonator
wiring myself up to fail
Jan 2019 · 111
The Next Big Thing
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
I'm in looking for this
I'm out searching for that
Being one who'd hate to miss
Where the next big thing is at

With extended claws
To help me cling to
I take up the cause
Cause it's just what I do

I'll run it into the ground
Digging myself in deep
Hoping this time I've found
The very next big thing

I'll try and drag those along
With my excitement
As far as the day is long
Where all my time is spent

Though new turns quickly old
Losing most its meaning
As I move along
Looking for the next big thing
Jan 2019 · 562
all i am
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
all i am
is played out in song
of what i have
and haven't got
from the outside
may not appear a lot
but all i am
has been hard fought

all i am
in the sense of it
never one
to ever think to quit
not one iota
not a single bit
all i am
is all i'm meant

all i am
this side of life
is the question of
and the reason why
to say and do
to do and die
all i am
is the open sky
Jan 2019 · 103
How Many These Days
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
How many these days
Open their mouths
Before they have
A chance to find out
Open their mouths
And let it spill out
While their feeble minds
Proceed to shut down

How many of these days
Refuse to change
A lemming at heart
Just show them the way
Follow the crowd
To the cliffside
When it comes time to jump
They are there side by side

How many these days
Are considered blind
Show them the truth
They still will deny
All they can see
Is only one side
How many these days
Has me wondering why
Jan 2019 · 106
Sun Rise
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine
Most the time it's up to you
In the direction, your world moves

In your time of spinning round
Does your compass point North or South
And how tight is your grip
If you hold too loose life tends to slip

When your flower garden goes to seed
Doesn't mean you won't have your share of weeds
Depends on what you cultivate
And how many bouquets you give away

I'm just saying all that you see
Is not always all that it seems
Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine
This one's given me a fit, I feel it's missing something but the juices have stopped flowing. Time to slap its **** and send it out.... Maybe one day I'll come back to it, then again maybe not
Jan 2019 · 99
The Divide
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Try as hard as we might
There will always be a divide
Between what's wrong and who thinks they're right
Apply this to either side

We can say let's get together
As we pull each other apart
All because we think we know better
Have you lately checked your heart

And yet we wonder why
There is such a great divide
When we don't budge an inch
How could it grow in size

I know, I know what's good for you
You seem to say the same for me
Perhaps if we followed our own rules
Then we all would plainly see

But when it comes to both sides
Between what's wrong and who thinks they're right
Try as hard as we might
There will always be a divide
Jan 2019 · 406
shipwrecked fool
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep

later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Brain Scratching 101

Have you ever had a major itch
Deep inside your brain
Where your whole face does a Chubby Checkers twist
Driving you erratically down crazy lane

You need to find that special something
To cram far enough up your nose
And if you can't get to it that way
There's that hole just above the earlobe

I search around my place frantically
When I come across a paper clip
Bending it to the perfect size and length
So in my canal of choice it will fit

I slide it in as far as it will go
Which causes a sever twitching of the eye
My left foot starts to tingle
As I lose all feeling down my right side

Clearly that didn't work
So I search around some more
When I come across a #2 pencil
Feeling this is a major score

I use the end with the erasure
Don't want to break the lead off in my head
Everyone knows lead poisoning makes you stupid
And I am way far away from that!

So this time around I try the ear canal
When I wiggle it back and forth over a certain spot
My legs start to prance in a 70's disco dance
As I let out a rapid succession of barks

Any fool can clearly see
I need something long and sharp
Not a knife, I've never been that dumb in life
Now where's that old game of Lawn Darts

I search long and hard in the garage for the game
Then remember my wife threw it away
After the unfortunate incident with the neighbors
I never did care for that dog of theirs anyways

So I'm back to square one of my searching
When the broom handle catches my eye
It's a little wide so I get out my pliers
And stretch my nostrils to twice their normal size

I jam it in as far as I can
Giving it all that I have got
I scratch and scratch and laugh and laugh
I either just gave myself a lobotomy or hit the perfect spot
But what can I say either way it's okay
Just as long as the itching has stopped
Jan 2019 · 107
Life's Pitch
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
With every pitch that's tossed
You have a choice
You could be less
Or you could be more

It's all in the catch
That's thrown your way
In how you handle it
In how it makes your day

You can take the control
Or let it control you
Go down with the ship
Or get up and do

Learn from mistakes
When playing the game
Not give up on it
Get up again and again

With every pitch
You have a choice
You could be less
Or you could be more
Jan 2019 · 103
People
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
People here
People there
are much
the same
everywhere
early late
i don't care
color skin
style of hair
we're all in
the shape
we're in
short or fat
tall or thin
it's a fact
next of kin
one big heap
family of man
we all run
this crazy race
call it human
for a name
like i said
much the same
and to save
it's not too late
unless
People here
People there
show concern
show they care
never learn
get nowhere
with People here
People there
Jan 2019 · 100
~Layers~
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
I'm giving God the go ahead
To pull off layers in my life
All the ones that gunk me up
I've accumulated over time

The first one that he pulls on
Hurts but it's my pride
All because I think that it's
The easiest to find

The next one that he yanks at
Is my stingy layer of self
The one that thinks about only me
And leaves out everyone else

While it hurts to lose these layers
They're ones I can do without
That's when I hear the small whisper
Making me wonder what God's found now

The one I'm holding tight to
As anyone can plainly see
The very one I hate to lose
That would be my layer of greed

When that painful episode
Is finally lying in the dust
Here's God with a knowing nod
Pulling at my lust

As he knows this layer sometimes
Gets itself confused with love
God struggles with nothing
And believe me my layers are mighty tough

He also takes the envy
And rips it in his hands
Replacing in my heart and head
I'm happy for what they have

With each layer that God peals
I feel a freer man
Why do I so long tightly hold on
To all of this mess I can

I see this year will be a year
Of God pealing layers off
I know in the end it will be a win
And well worth any cost
Jan 2019 · 128
promises made
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
you may not remember
me now by name
or the promises made
on our wedding day

through the thick and the thin
to have and to hold
from the days of our youth
to the foothold of old

whatever is thrown
in our direction my love
it never will be
enough to break us up

even if you
forget who i am
a promise is a promise
and needs to be kept

through good times and bad
till death do us part
though appearances change
love is still where we are

memory may falter
and in time quickly fade
but i remember the alter
and the promises made
I've seen several family members succumb to memory loss over the last several years which is the reason for this and several poems I've written with this subject in mind...
Jan 2019 · 750
for you & i
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
for you & i

have got me thinking
this moment in time
has nothing missing

when it comes to love
when it comes to us
when it comes to the place we belong

for you & i

are both the reason
we'll survive
this open season

when it comes to us
when it comes to love
we'll ride it all out in a poem

for you & i

are meant to be here
with open skies
to make the way clear

when it comes to love
when it comes to us
when it comes to how it is done

for you & i
Jan 2019 · 213
A Poem I'm Going To Write
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
This poem
will certainly be a big hit
I'm throwing everything I've got
and more into it
All the bells all the whistles
all my poetic tricks
Rolling up my sleeves,
into my open palm I will spit

This poem I'm pulling
out all of the stops
Remove the plug at the bottom,
raise the roof at the top
Fill in the middle
with all that I've got
Blowing it all
on the entire lot

This poem will either
make me or break me
Lose me or save me,
I'm thinking maybe
They'll love me or hate me,
all want to date me
In Mardi Gras beads
they'll want to drape me

This poem will embarrass
all the other poems
Because this one poem
will have it all going on
From the time it's conceived
to the moment it's born
All other poems
will concede to it's throne

This poem may even
bring on the end
All the poets of today
will turn in their pens
They'll be too afraid
to write anything
As it will be the blue print
to how a poem is written

Now that last thoughts got me thinking
that it shouldn't be wrote
As it being the only poem
is a scary thought
And how this single poem
could yield so much power
I'd be crazy to set it free
to dispose and devour

All this poem could do
has really opened my eyes
So on second thought
I'm not going to write
I'll lock up that thought
shut the door tight
Another poem at this time
I'll just have to find...
Jan 2019 · 113
This Poetic Road
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
This Poetic road I'm traveling on
Holding tight to the wheel of rhyme
With no way to know the direction, I'll go
Through the twists and the turns, the up and down climbs

This Poetic road filled with the words I sow
Deep in the potholes of life
Moving along with the turn signal on
Whether I'm going straight or moving left to the right

This Poetic road will always be home
Follow the white dotted line
Ending up more often than not back where I'm from
Holding tight to the wheel of rhyme
Jan 2019 · 83
The Art Of Love...
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
The art of love...
Draws upon the heart
Paints the tender parts
Changes who you are

The art of love...
Hangs proudly
In life's gallery
For the world to see

The art of love...
Gets rave reviews
Colorful in hues
Brushstroke of truth

The art of love...
Quite's critic down
Uses every medium allowed
Can always wow a crowd

The art of love...
Always is the case
Once you've signed your name
You never are the same
Jan 2019 · 99
Thinking Of You
Mike Hauser Jan 2019
Sitting here thinking
Which I often do
On the edge of this bed
Cluttered mind, cluttered room

I think of a thought
And that thought comes to you
More often than not
I follow through

So I pick up the phone
And give you a ring
When I hear your voice
I say here's the thing

I think about you
More often than not
And when I do
I think about love

As I'm sitting here thinking
On the edge of this bed
You are always the thought
That comes to my head
Dec 2018 · 790
Makes No Difference
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
What I am
What I'm not
What I was
What I thought
What I had
What I lost
Makes no difference
If I don't know what

What I've given
What I've bought
What I'm missing
What I've got
What I do
What I don't
Makes no difference
If I don't know what

What I've fought
What all for naught
What I've found
What I've sought
What I've let go
What I've caught
Makes no difference
If I don't know what
Dec 2018 · 76
~Mountain Climbing~
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
My daddy was a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives

My daddy always raised me
To do what I thought right
The lessons that my daddy taught
Have helped me throughout this life

He lived on mountain wisdom
And showed me in my youth much of the same
Said son don't spend all your days in the valley
Cause in the lowlands there's no gain

And boy don't take the path well worn
That's been cleared out all soft and smooth
Take the one with rocks and ledges
So you'll have something to hold on to

That's why today I'm a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives
Dec 2018 · 926
~Ocean Dancing~
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
She makes her way
to the edge of the ocean
She likes to dance
to the sound of the waves
Bringing to mind
summer emotions
Keeping her on
this side of sane

The stage is set
with surf and sand
Her curtain call
the rising sun
No better day
this side of heaven
Than when she dances
by the ocean
Dec 2018 · 808
Looney Balloon
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
Me and you
And the rest of the crew
Spinning through space
On a ****** balloon

Filled to the brim
With the hot air of man
Knots and screws coming loose
Out on the fringe

Without a clue
Of who let us loose
Busting a move
On this ****** balloon

As we flip and we fly
Slide side to side
This way and that
All along for the ride

Ashes to ashes
Space dust to dust
How much is enough
Before this thing busts

If not now
I'm pretty sure soon
Putting an end to
This ****** balloon
Dec 2018 · 130
this poet
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
there's a poet on the corner
rhyming out my name
knows of my adventures
and the games i play

pretty sure he's been here
all my wanting life
coming up with the what's
jotting down the why's

i know this poet that i see
is the one that is in me
whether or not i show it
asphalt beneath my feet

pounding of the pavement
stepping off the curb
however way i say it
i trip on the rhyming word

to those who care to listen
to those who have the ears
either near or distant
neither here nor there

as i open up my book
life's poetry in rhyme
listen as you take a look
i've been here all my life
Dec 2018 · 128
a simple write
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
this simple write
i found at night
underneath
a dim street light
hanging low
in its glow
with a sign
that read
late night poem
i took it home
fed it well
heard the rhyme
it had to tell
of sad affairs
where no one cared
the day it left
those unaware
we became friends
this poem in hand
it taught me well
to understand
the ways of life
this simple write
i found underneath
a dim street light
Dec 2018 · 505
The Day After Christmas
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
With the day after Christmas
We return to the normality
Of me not looking at you
And you not talking to me

With hands deep in our pockets
Holding tight the spare change
Where we don't loose what little we've got
Or give too much away

Where all that is seen
Is the blind destiny
As I climb over you
On the rung of what's in it for me

With the day after Christmas
We're back to where we were
Not trying to be
Such good boys and girls

Where a grudge I unwrap
And think bad about you
Wait a minute that
Was the day before too

Where we take peace on Earth
And good will towards men
And pack it away
For another year

Where the Government
Sends us back to the war
With no earthly idea
Of what we're fighting for

Where we don't listen
To the cries of the children
As all of this happens
The day after Christmas
Dec 2018 · 491
~Dr. Dream
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
It's not the cough that has you off
Lay back relax you'll soon be seen
The fever you've fought
has to do with your thoughts
In today's realities

If you're looking for the cure de jour
He's got just the thing
As you slip into bed
he slides into your head
A visit from Dr. Dream

His prescriptions don't come in a bottle
For a pharmacy, there is no need
The only pop em if you've got em
to bring you back from rock bottom
Comes to you in your sleep

Stick out your tongue saying ahh sawing logs
While the good doctor takes a peek
In the back of your mind
where nightmares spend their time
Examined by Dr. Dream

As you toss and you turn in your never-ending search
Hoping one day to be free
From the thoughts in your head
that are best left unsaid
Spreading like some dreaded disease

You spend the night looking for answers
Hoping to find some relief
While the good doctors' bedside manners
increase the chances
A visit from Dr. Dream
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
What went through your mind, oh Wondrous Creator
When as baby Jesus you let out your first cry
Did you know at that moment you were the Savior
Of this fallen world and all of mankind

Did you recognize your mother Mary
And see her as your special child
Only you God at such tender a moment
Could give us your all at such tender a time

Did your first sight at creation astound you
As you looked through the blur of finite
From the beginning, you'd always seen clearly
In the presence of your Fathers light

Did the warmth of God's Spirit surround you
As the December chill settled over the land
Were you holding the hand of the Father
In the transition from Son of God to Son of Man

When you heard the first bleat of the lambs
Were your thoughts on being the shepherd of man
That would lead all those gone astray
Did you already know of that day

These are questions that I tend to ponder
On the greatest gift, the world's ever known
I will praise you for all of the wonders
The first Christmas that your love, my Savior was born
Merry Christmas my friends!
Dec 2018 · 77
Time To Kill
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
Come what will come what may
I often hear others say
They must not have much going on
When I think of me is there something wrong

Always busy as I can be
Like a hungry ****** in search of the next tree
I need to pull up the stakes on my demands
Stop swimming in this lake that I have ******

Rectify all of my mistakes
Buy my weapon of choice whatever make
Shoot out all the lights at will
In my search for time to ****

I might even buy myself a boat
Whatever it takes to keep afloat
Sail from here to wherever is there
And wherever that is I will not care

Or I might just stay in one place
Pull out a hammock and call it a day
Make a down payment on my mind getting lost
Where if I think of something it'll be nothing at all

I'll do all this and more before it's too late
Cook up a scheme then eat the cake
Ready and waiting to pay the bill
In my search for time to ****
Dec 2018 · 72
The Shove
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
There are things that lead a man to drink
One being to much time on his hands to think
Which leads him to the bottles brink
Before he even has a clue

The what if's and what could have been's
Has never been this mans best friend
With no relaxing in the thieves den
All it can do is steal from you

So pull up a stool or a liars chair
In the process of hurriedly getting nowhere
In the drowning thick air of nobody cares
It gets hard to move

In what should have been diamonds and such
Is no more now than bent tin and rust
With the push of life being more like a shove
To the bitter side of youth

As I order up another round
For the sorry likes of this one man crowd
Raising a toast to all my doubts
That I'll somehow make it through

There are things that lead a man to drink
One being the pull of his past deeds
As the thought of it all takes its leave
As he steps off of the stool...
Dec 2018 · 113
*God Don't Make Ugly Girls*
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
From the very moment that all of this started
The skies opened up the Red sea it parted
God took a rib from out of the man
And that is when all of the fun began

God don't make ugly girls
From beauty without to beauty within
God don't make ugly girls
And it's been that way from the beginning

He certainly had it right with Cleopatra
A beauty Queen, Royalty flattered
As men were fighting to win over her love
God in His wisdom from up above

Knows that he don't make ugly girls
From beauty within to beauty without
God don't make ugly girls
With that there is never a doubt

Mother Teresa in all of her glory
Did what was asked of the Father in her selfless story
Shinning a light for all to see
Giving her all for downtrodden humanity

Cause God don't make ugly girls
Never even tried it out cause he doesn't know how
God don't make ugly girls
From their beauty within to their beauty without

Showing throughout history
The beauty of woman is here to please
Truly a beauty to behold
From the glamour of young to the wrinkle of old

God don't make ugly girls
The beauty within you can't do without
God don't make ugly girls
And that my friend is what I'm talking about
Dec 2018 · 1.7k
~Pure Southern Girl~
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
She's a pure Southern girl
Fried deep in hospitality
Beautiful as a magnolia bloom
Standing tall in majesty

Talks with a sweet syrupy drawl
As cane sugar seeps from her pores
Cute as a button and that is not all
Picture perfect as the girl next door

Honeysuckle ripe on the vine
More than enough sweet to fill your needs
Chasing fireflies in the middle of flight
Giving off just enough light to keep you intrigued

She's a pure Southern girl
Stands out in a crowd
Laughs out loud so easily
She'll give you the time and make you her world

She loves passing the time
On a green mountainside or a tan sunny beach
Any place in life suits her just fine
As long as it's down South within her Southern charms reach

With a flip of the coin, she gives you a choice
And she'll be the one you choose
A pure Southern girl is all that she is
And all that she'll ever do
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