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825 · Oct 2013
Illusion
Mike Hauser Oct 2013
I'm a victim of illusion
Your slight of hand no man can see
Leaves me in a state of confusion
As you remove the heart in me

I'm a victim of your magic
Power over life or death
One word from you, what that word would do
Leaves me with little if nothing else

Your an act no man can follow
And still I stand in line
With the aching wish that I would be your pick
Your illusion forever, with you forever mine
Mike Hauser Oct 2014
Hello Dr. Phil, have you got a segment
I've got a few things latched onto my mind
Don't worry this won't take but a second
If you do me this I'll return the favor in kind

Hello Dr. Phil, it's about my mother
Well really both her and my mother in-law
If you care to throw my wife into the picture
That wouldn't be far off at all

Hello Dr. Phil, have you run into this problem
Or am I a first and is there a cure
Call me right back Doc, I think I can take it
Can you tell me how much longer I've got in this world

Hello Dr. Phil, you might recognize me
I've been to see Oz and those Dr's on Channel 4
Though they canceled my moment said I was clingly and needy
Hello Dr. Phil, can I be a friend of yours

Hello Dr. Phil, have I mentioned the aliens
Do you do abductions, is that your forte
Cause if you do I can get you more ratings
We'll bowl over Maury he'll have nothing to say

Hello Dr. Phil*, I keep calling and calling
The heavy breathing? Yea, could be me on the line
But if you would answer neither of us would stress out
We could solve both our problems if you'd just give me the time
824 · May 2013
~Natures Poet~
Mike Hauser May 2013
Sitting in an open meadow
To the call of whipper wills
He places his pen in motion
As the winds calm to a still

Nature turns to bend an ear
To what he has to say
The stream near by so crystal clear
Slows down in its wake

The words flow out in rhythm
As mighty eagles soar
Distant thunder clouds cry out loud
Urging him for more

He is natures poet
Brought forth at this time
To bring nature back together
In simple poem and rhyme

But the poetry isn't so simple
As rhyme flows through near by wood
Mother nature relinquishes the reigns
All for the common good

Every living thing feels the power
In this poets pen
Waiting for the perfect timing
To where all can begin again

With life  back in balance
He travels to where it is he came
Until we are in need
Of natures poet once again
824 · Apr 2014
*The Song*
Mike Hauser Apr 2014
You sit down to write the perfect song
To the tune that's stuck in your head
You just need the right words to go along
But most everything has already been said

You could write about unrelenting love
Or the love that is no longer there
To tell the truth hasn't there been more than enough
And does true love really care

The lyrics have to be more than can be seen
Words that envelop all space and time
So your search dives deeper into the abyss
Trying to capture the perfect rhyme

I't doesn't have to be a song you can dance to in the streets
But one that still moves the heart
The rhythm of language will replace the hearts beat
That is at this moment where you find that you are

You decide to walk the road of life a little ways more
Hoping inspirational words fill your head soon
Knowing full well this song will explain what all life is for
Until then you'll continue whistling the tune...
822 · Mar 2017
OxyContin
Mike Hauser Mar 2017
Remember the day
They took the pain away
And turned us all oxymoron's
Visiting our own graves

The walking dead
Zombified
And to think we thought
They gave us back our lives

Trampled by the pills
That they prescribed
Pay the pusher
The greatest price
It'll be alright

When it's hard to swallow
When that ain't enough
Find an uncaring vain
And start shooting up

Who could have known
They'd throw us the longest curve
When the disease turn out to be
What we thought the greatest cure
Mike Hauser May 2016
Do you remember
When love was all that mattered

Yes those were the best of days
With so much to give away

Do you remember
When love was all that mattered

A smile then was what a smile meant
People reached out with open hands

Do you remember
When love was all that mattered

Nothing more and nothing less
Gladly giving all we had

Do you remember
When love was all that mattered

Held it out and let it shine
Mine was yours and yours was mine

Do you remember
When love was all that mattered

Beautiful and natural
Everyone would heed the call

Do you remember
When love was all that mattered
821 · Nov 2013
My Prediction
Mike Hauser Nov 2013
I'd like to try and make a prediction
Though I have no crystal ball
No Tarot cards to read off of
No fly upon the wall

No tea leaves to read in my cup
I wouldn't dare touch a Ouija board
No chance at the daily double
When a single one I can't afford

Never been much on the weather
A day of rain or of pure sun
And I'm not much into holding palms
Let alone in reading one

But what it is I'd like to predict
As far as I can see
Is to always have you by my side
Madly in love with me
821 · Aug 2015
You Can Never PRAY Enough
Mike Hauser Aug 2015
You look and see the shape the world is in
Your so afraid any day it's going to end
Let me let you in on a secret friend

You can never PRAY enough

Your asking me if that helps
I'm asking you if not then what else
As the world around you quickly melts

You can never PRAY enough

The moral collapse of society
The putrid air that we all breathe
Needs that drive us to our knees

You can never PRAY enough

The knuckle heads that are in charge
The loony's running freely in the yard
The very best in get well cards

You can never PRAY enough

Even when it's all running smooth
Be it Latitude or Longitude
Word of mouth or in the news

You can never PRAY enough

My advice to those out there
Retirement age or Kinder care
Here or there or anywhere

You can never PRAY enough
820 · Mar 2015
*A Woman's Mind*
Mike Hauser Mar 2015
I often find
A woman's mind
Is much like a woman's purse

Both deep and wide
With much to hide
And plenty of room to learn

Where she keeps all her stuff
More than enough
To get her through the day

Plus even some
Items for fun
When she feels the need to play

There's so much stuff in
If she started to dig
That even she doesn't know about

That's one thing I like
About a woman's mind
It's so hard to figure out

Plus a diary within
To hold memories in
Of the best and of the worst

And that's why I find
A woman's mind
Is much like a woman's purse
817 · Jun 2013
Abraham Lincoln
Mike Hauser Jun 2013
Is that Abraham Lincoln at the end of the bar
He's got all the women giggling and flustered
Him and his little red fancy sports car
How can any man next to him even pass mustered

I swear Honest Abe keeps on eyeing my girl
As I draw her closer, holding her tight
He stands and he winks says wanna go for a whirl
Last I saw of her was the wave from that cars passenger side

Now I have the 16th president to blame for my misery
Who would have thought it would happen like this
Always blamed the president that we have now
Guess I'll have to add Abe to the list

Next time I see Abraham Lincoln at the end of the bar
I'm taking my date and heading straight for the door
I figure that if Abraham Lincoln can run a country, win a war, and fight vampires...He can certainly steal my girl!
817 · Dec 2015
~The Patriarch~
Mike Hauser Dec 2015
My father built
This family up
To where it is
From where it was
From calloused hands
To faithful knees
He did it all
For family

Husband, dad, friend
Is who you were
I only wish
There'd been a cure
I miss you now
With all of my heart
Missing you more
The patriarch

Wide in the smile
Sly to the eye
Soft to the touch
Strong in the might
Hard as you try
It's tough to find
A father like that
As good as mine

Those left behind
To carry on
A faithful wife
Three loving sons
My only hope
Is we do the same
In passing along
This family name

As you put your trust
In all of us
Raising us right
Truthful and just
Knowing one day
That where we were
We too would be
The patriarch
815 · Jun 2016
beauty on beauty
Mike Hauser Jun 2016
i know a woman
that never once saw the ocean
never once heard the sound
of the pounding of waves
didn't know how it felt
to be kissed by the sea breeze
i find that rather sad
is all i can say

though she did have
the beauty of the blue ridge
with the breath taken away
by a cold mountain lake
if i never had seen
the same things that she's seen
i think about me
she'd have the same things to say
My Great Grandmother never saw the ocean and as a child I always found that rather odd. But living her life in North Carolina she wasn't short on seeing God's Glory!
Mike Hauser Nov 2014
one foot on this side of life

one foot in the grave

one hand holding the knife

while the other is swinging the blade

one eye looking this way

one eye looking that

one arm holding onto the notion

while the other is putting it back

one mouth claiming the truth

one mouth speaks of deceit

one mind with thoughts of the savior

while the other is weak in the knees

one soul this side of heaven

one soul this side of that

all one people searching for answers

to where it all is at
813 · Oct 2015
Sunny Side of the Street
Mike Hauser Oct 2015
Would you like to go with me

To the sunny side of the street

We could frolic, we could play

On the side that never rains

Where we all think happy thoughts

Life is free there is no cost

On this street there are no clouds

No not one, they're not allowed

With nothing there to block the rays

Every day is a sunny day

So wouldn't you like to go with me

To the sunny side of the street
813 · Jun 2013
Can Of Spam
Mike Hauser Jun 2013
First thing I do is check the date
Good thru two thousand eighty five
Haven't had a can this fresh
Since Calvin Coolidge was alive

You can call it quirkiness
Each time I give the top a thump
Best way to tell if it's perfectly jelled
To the consistency that I love

If you know what I'm taking about
Well right you are and yes I am
That delectable treat of mystery meat
Known around the world as A Can Of Spam

Spam only comes in one savory flavor
King of canned meat there is only one
You remember long after your dining pleasure
By the amount of film left on your tongue

Do as I do and save the lid
A smart move you would be making
Comes in handy after dining
To help along with the tongue scraping
Mike Hauser Apr 2020
they're beige
they're brown
lounge about town
Vinyl Recliner

you snooze
let loose
in the afternoons
Vinyl Recliner

you sweat
you stick
leave skin on it
Vinyl Recliner

they start off
with sass
but eventually crack
Vinyl Recliner

it's filled
with stuff
comes out in clumps
Vinyl Recliner

until it's
thrown out
rain soaked no doubt
Vinyl recliner
For such a stupid poem I have had the hardest time with this! First I mistakenly called it Velvet then when I corrected it I spelled Vinyl wrong! Arghhhhhhhh!!! Lol!
810 · Mar 2014
I Want To Die
Mike Hauser Mar 2014
Oh Lord my God, I want to die
And you are the reason why
Die to self, die to sin
Die to the man that lives within

The man that's deep within my soul
Too often takes complete control
Have mercy on this sinful man
Chief of sinners that I am

But you oh Lord
Have sealed my fate
To live is Christ
To die is gain

So that is why I want to die
And Lord you are the reason why
Die to self, die to sin
Die to the man that lives within
810 · Mar 2016
Rhyming Words
Mike Hauser Mar 2016
One thing that poetry
Has taught me outright
Is you can not beat the written word
When it's put into rhyme

Where they may start out dull
You soon will find in time
All of them before you know
Will sparkle as they shine

As they weave their way in and out
Of poetic word play
Silver in the dashing tongue
With the gold that they create

Nothings more astounding
Or comes this close to work
As the poetry surrounding
The rhyming of the word
809 · Aug 2013
What It Is
Mike Hauser Aug 2013
What It Is
That Has Me Flustered

What It Is
That Beats The Drum

What It Is
Has The Strength Of Many

But The Tinder Heart Of One

What It Is
That Gives Me Comfort

What It Is
That Brings Me Down

What It Is
Is What It Is

When No One Is Around

What It Is
Is At Face Value

What It Is
Reads Between The Lines

Silence Is The Sound It Makes

As What It Is
Makes The Sacrifice

What It Is
Begs To Differ

What It Is
Can Not Be Seen

What It Is
At This Very Moment

Is The Space Between You And Me
808 · Sep 2013
A Picture Of Myself
Mike Hauser Sep 2013
I keep a picture of myself
In a drawer beside my bed at night
So when I wake up in the morning
I can remember what it is I look like

Because when I look into the eyes of the mirror
And it looks back into mine
It takes who it is I feel that I am
And replaces it with old man lies

It doesn't see the youthful heart in me
That I wish it would, so instead
I keep a picture of myself
In a drawer beside my bed
808 · Feb 2017
Happy Galentines Day
Mike Hauser Feb 2017
Here's a shout out
To all the Ladies out there
Who want a boyfriend so bad
But haven't found him just yet

Don't worry girls
It's not a hopeless cause
The man of your dreams
Hasn't found you yet is all

You see he's out there
And he's searching  too
Looking for the perfect women
And that perfect women is you

When it does happen
You will know this is it
Because both you and he
Will be the perfect fit

So go out and enjoy
Galentines with your girl friends
Because this time next year
You may all have boyfriends
808 · Nov 2013
Mr. In-Between
Mike Hauser Nov 2013
Where there's a broken heart over a breakup
I am always standing by
With the convenient shoulder to lean on
On which a girl can comfortably cry

If there's ever any problem
I am quickly on the scene
Where all the ladies like to call me

Mr. In-Between

I've grown accustomed to this name given
Not bothered all that much
I'm always ready for the rebound
With my bag of tenderness and love

Filling a much needed position
In today's society
Someone here to sooth and give a listen

Mr. In-Between

Not concerned with being the first choice
Sometimes not even the second or third
Though I often have the last voice
When Mr. Prefect turns out to be a ****

I'm always willing and able
Just waiting in the wing
Ready to give it all that I've got

Mr. In-Between
808 · May 2018
The Making Of A Mother
Mike Hauser May 2018
The making of a Mother
Is not only about the birth
It's more the light that shines so bright
That gives a Mother her worth

It's the wisdom in the knowing
The gentle guiding hand
That guards a child from the wild
How only a Mother can

It's the ear that gives a listen
To the secrets that she keeps
The value in the lessons
That only a Mother can teach

Being a Mom happens
Over the course of time
The most important job you can think of
On the side of life

It's the silence in the moment
When nothing need be said
The fact that she's a woman
That is there above all else

A Mother above all others
Is not only the one that gave you life
No, a Mom is the one
That stands strong by your side
807 · Dec 2013
Luna Eve
Mike Hauser Dec 2013
Newly arriving in love, Luna Eve
December's sweet gift brought about on a smile
As heaven releases this tiny angel
Beautiful now this day will be called

Who could envision such a state of perfection
When gazing into the eyes of this child
The purity of life in this treasure
The complexity deep in her smile

There is a crispness new to this morning
The sun brighter than it's ever been seen
Joy of the heart singing with laughter
All brought on by sweet, Luna Eve
Just had a friends daughter give birth and named the newly born sweetness Luna Eve...
Had to write something with a cool hippie name like that!
806 · Oct 2015
Checking the Box
Mike Hauser Oct 2015
I wake up each day
With the best of intentions
So get out of my way
Because I'm a Christian
The first thing I do
Is pray of course
And with that out of the way
I check off the box

Head down to the kitchen
To put coffee on
Then search for my bible
Now where could it have gone
Right where I last set it
I read chapter and verse
I then close it up
And check off the box

Get myself dressed
In my best conservativness
Making sure not to forget
The cross around my neck
Wanting the world to know
I'm saved and not lost
In case my actions don't show
As I check off the box

I step out the door
All about the Lord's business
Looking for unsuspecting souls
To which I can witness
It's what I've got to do
Like it or not
And as soon as I'm through
I check off the box

I pray before meals
Thankful what's set before me
And thankful for not
Being like the sinners I see
With their salvation plan
I wish them good luck
Not like they haven't been warned
As I check off the box

With another satisfying day
Under my belt
Along the way I heard someone say
They had Jesus in their heart
Which got me to thinking
A lot of meaningful thoughts
But in the meantime
I'll just check off the box
I wonder how many of us in our Christian walk just check off the box out of duty. It's time we took Jesus out of the box and put him into our hearts....
804 · Jul 2013
A No Poem, Poem
Mike Hauser Jul 2013
I couldn't think of a poem today
But still felt the need to write
So as not to disappoint myself
I took these random thoughts from deep within my mind
And placed them in some sorta order
So that they would rhyme**

How come Hippopotamus is only one of us
And Hippopotami is more
Whenever it is that I say my
It's I, me, mine, not four

If it's raining cats and dogs
Is it safe to go outside
And are they chasing their own tails
As they're falling from the sky

Do butterflies
Spread well on toast
And if they do
Which ones would be used the most

What jelly or jam
Would best compliment
If you preferred the Giant Monarch
For it's majestic stance

If we were all
The same color blue
Would what I did or how I lived
Still bother you

Just a few random thoughts
I felt the need to say
Since I could not find a poem
In which I could write today
804 · Apr 2013
Dream Date!
Mike Hauser Apr 2013
When I came to pick you up
You were a beauty to behold
I walked you out to my Pinto
And even opened up the door

I know your thinking what a gentleman
But alas your thoughts they do escape me
With the creak of my door hinge so loud
I knew I should have WD-40'd

So you wouldn't tear your dress on the seat spring
I covered it with my Mothers favorite towel
I can see by the look that's in your eyes
I've really won you over now

I'm sorry the AC is out
As I spritz cool water in my dash fan
Is that you blinking in Morse code
You da man! You da man! You da man!

I only dine at the finest cuisine
Can't wait till you see what I did
Reservations at Red Lobster babe
I'll even help you put on your lobster bib

I strike up a conversation
Tell you all about my life, my dreams, my job
I continue talking, never mind the food in my mouth
At this point all you here is blah,blah,blah,blah,blah
803 · Jul 2013
~Universe Of Dust~
Mike Hauser Jul 2013
I saw a speck of dust
Floating in the air
As another speck nearby
Floated without a care
Little did I realize
An entire universe was floating there

They held tiny civilizations
Very much like yours and mine
They had higher intelligence
Gained over a shorter period of time

They even had tiny weapons
Which is how they figured they'd keep peace
As dumb as that looks in writing
Don't we do that in our society

As the dust swirled around my head
I watched the particles go ****
It appears my new found friends
Both at the same time discovered the nuke
803 · Apr 2014
My Perfect English Garden
Mike Hauser Apr 2014
From the sands of the shore
to the mountains I hearken
There's nothing more peaceful
than my English garden

The wildness is welcome
and the beautiful freedom it brings
Arches wrapped in thorny rose
paths leading to luscious dreams

With Wisteria cascading
and the Daffodil in full bloom
I set for me, a spot of Tea
to bring in the afternoon

A time to pause and ponder
inhaling the scent of Spring
Absorbing the rays of the sun
to this idyllic vision I cling

No need to leave this life carefree
from it's burdens I have been pardoned
No time can I find better spent
than in this perfect English garden
Collab with Louise Mckay
She's the Britt but it was my line...I set for me, a spot of Tea.
****** Americans! Hahaha!
802 · Jul 2015
I'd Love To Be Your Room
Mike Hauser Jul 2015
I'd love to be your room
The one that you run to
To get away from the stress life makes
The room that makes you feel safe

I'd love to be the golden ****
The first and last thing that you touch
In your comings and your goings
Where you'd feel safe under my lock

I'd also like to be the key
That opens up that door
Or where you lay to paint your nails
Just to be the floor

Oh to be the window seat
That you sit upon
As you look out on the day
Dreaming of the one you love

To even be the vanity mirror
The one that holds your gaze
The music from your stereo
When your favorite song is played

The sheets on your bed, your pillow too
All of this and so much more
What's most comfortable for you
Is why I'd love to be your room
801 · Apr 2013
The Smoker
Mike Hauser Apr 2013
I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote

Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living

The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking

So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits

They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter

So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...
I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......
801 · Mar 2015
stand still life
Mike Hauser Mar 2015
his paper it is parchment
while his pen is quill
he writes to help the moments
in life to stand still

he has neither camera
nor a brush per say
in which to show the pictures
of life that he displays

all he has is imagination
and the ones that find
they'd like to see a bit further
into this artist's mind

so he takes a piece of parchment
and grabs a hold his quill
writing down in verses
the moments in life that he stands still
Mike Hauser Aug 2014
I remember when Twitter was
what your heart felt like when falling in love

I remember Pinterest was when you put pushpins on
the map hanging on the wall for where you planed to travel

I remember back when the only Facebook
was Mom's photo album

I remember when Tumblr was
rolling down the hill for fun as a child

I remember when Gay used to mean you were happy
And a Joint was a bad place to be

When I Hooked Up it was usually my stereo
All these newfangled meanings are so confusing to me

Or when Bad really meant Bad
And sick was what you did all over the floor

Now they both seem to mean a good thing
Can anyone tell me what for?

And don't even get me started on Thongs
That we wore on our feet to go to the beach

Now they're used to cover up what?
The rear with a piece of string?

I remember when we did not have to worry
about being politically correct

Or even have to worry about
who we might offend back

I remember back then
we were free to speak our minds

And not have to worry about how
everything would be perceived by society as a whole

I sure do miss back then
But at least I still remember when...
Ann came to me with this wonderful idea! I'm honored that she included me in on this! Thank you my friend. If you haven't checked out her writings, do yourself the favor! You can tell what a loving heart she has through her poetry.
799 · Apr 2018
~Crazy Love~
Mike Hauser Apr 2018
How can love
Lift you up
To the highest heights

And then
Just as quick
Kick you over the side

How can love
Hurt so much
Where all you do is cry

And then in
The same instance
Break you into smile

How can love
Be more than enough
And yet still question why

If only love
Could be understood
I wonder what we'd find
798 · Nov 2023
My Walk
Mike Hauser Nov 2023
In my walk with God
I've both stayed and strayed
Up and down, left and right
Walked by faith and still lost sight

Been on the straight and narrow
And path that's ten lanes wide
Holding hands with my fellow man
Blurry lines have filled my time

But God in his faithful mercy, grace,
and unconditional love
Has been my constant companion
When I stumble, there to lift me up

He's been my two steps forward
When I am one step back
Waiting for a better tomorrow
He stands firm where I am at

I've climbed to the mountain tops
And crawled in valley's low
All the while knowing full well
God through it all has held me close
Mike Hauser May 2013
Me: So Mike, tell us a little bit about yourself...

MH: You should know that...your me.

Me: I know but I'm interviewing you...

MH: Isn't that a bit odd?

Me: Yes but your to lazy and cheap to hire anyone and we both know you'd have to pay someone because no one is that interested in you...
I'm you and I'M not that interested.

MH: You do have a point there!

Me: Okay...shall we start over? Are you ready to dive in deep?

MH: You bet!

Me: If you could be any color you wanted...what color would that be?

MH: Wow! You don't play games! That is deep! Can I get back to you with that?

Me: Sure....but you know me.

MH: Yes I do Mike and that's just one of the many things I admire about you.

Me: Why thank you Mike!

Me: How about, if you were a tree....

MH: Woah....Your blowing my mind here!

Me: How about we start with something simple....Can you remember the first poem you wrote?

MH: Not line for line but I do remember it was in the 7th grade to my first girlfriend...something about her turning around and seeing the boy in love with her...
Of course that boy was me.
I'm sure it also had lines in there about her flaming red hair and massive freckles and who doesn't love those! Her name was Fresca Schmertz....a true beauty!

Me: That's great but could you keep your answers short? We don't want to lose the readers...

MH: Yes

Me: Good...so how long after that did you discover you were an amazingly talented poet (his words, not mine)

MH: Yes

Me: Yes...what.

MH: You asked me to keep my answers short....so I am

Me: But that's not really an answer.

MH: Okay, then maybe

Me: Maybe?!  That doesn't even make any sense! This just isn't going to work!

MH: I think its going great for someone who's talking to them self....

Me: Arghhhh!!!

To be continued?
After reading the interview on the blog yesterday I thought...I want to be interviewed and you know I couldn't find anyone so I brought out the trusty cassette recorder...sat down with myself and started talking!
One thing I found out is that I'm pretty fascinating once I get to know me!
Mike Hauser Apr 2015
To tell the truth as far as I can see
If I were you I wouldn't want to be me
Far too many issues, way too many needs
To tell the truth as far as I can see

Ask anyone I know intimately
If I were you I wouldn't want to be me
It's a fine line that's drawn with no room to breath
Ask anyone I know intimately

I can only pass mustard to a certain degree
So if I were you I wouldn't want to be me
Do you get the idea or should I repeat
If I were you I wouldn't want to be me
798 · Nov 2015
a beautiful mess
Mike Hauser Nov 2015
how many times have you said
that your life is one big mess
and that the ringing in your head
tells you you're a wreck

although that thought may be true
here's some positiveness for you
take the negativity off your menu
and on this tidbit chew

keep those thoughts out of your head
although they're hungry they need not be fed
there's no need for them to spread
in the time that you have left

because if you weren't a whopping mess
how ever then would you be blessed
and in who would you find your rest
with that being said

accept that yes with great finesse
the one true God loves you no less
to him you are a beautiful mess
and he can handle it
797 · Apr 2013
"The Poets Corner"
Mike Hauser Apr 2013
We were strangers when it was we first met
From the far corners of the world
All that we have in common
Is our love for the rhyming word

This is where we find ourselves each day
On this  Poets Corner at any given time
Enlightening each other as it's meant to be
With our mastery of rhyme

Not one better than another
Each unique in our own way
The way it is we use our wit
And what it is we choose to say

When there's joy we all join in the laughter
When there's sorrow we share in the cry
Here on this corner we gather together
Intersecting with each others lives

With our hearts and our souls laid open
For all of the world to see
We are so different yet so much the same
On this corner where friend's and poets all meet
796 · Jun 2013
One Of Those Love Poems
Mike Hauser Jun 2013
This is one of those love poems
That young lovers tend to write
When they find that special someone
They think about morning, noon, and night

When the dull world that they once knew
Shines a brighter shade
Like any other love poem that you've read
On any other given day

It talks about when the one you love
Turns around and smiles
How with the kiss of wind the clouds disappear
And the sun comes shining out

Filled with a sugary sweetness
That drips from off the page
Though you've heard this in every love poem before
It still has the need to say

There's an essence to your beauty
How life sparkles when you smile
The way it is I feel for you
Is what this poem is all about

And though it's all been said before
In many poems up to this day
Thought I'd go ahead and take this chance
To say it any way

There is a bit of difference
And the evidence does hold true
This poem your holding in your hands
Was written especially for you
Mike Hauser Oct 2017
I have this dream nightly
Of Rubber Chickens chasing me
I try and hide but still they find
Me amid obnoxious screams

With flopping heads that flap right and left
Where sanity is kept I do my best
As Rubber Chickens chase me nightly
Through my dreams on deserted streets

With no weapon in hand with which to fight them
Not even a carving knife
If you do a fact check you'll see they're already dead
So there's no fear for their lives

Sometimes the dream's in sloooow mooootion
Like running through fields of quick sand
Sometime's I'm the Rubber Chicken
Sometime's they're frightened man

If anyone out there interprets dreams
Can you tell me what all of this means
As I'm being chased nightly
By Rubber Chickens through the streets in my sleep
795 · Sep 2013
The Ocean Whispers
Mike Hauser Sep 2013
The ocean whispers in mans ear
Come, dive into my mysteries
Where we will mix our salty tears
As we share in tragedy

Drown your sorrows in my waves
With the sailors of long past
Sailing to the end of days
Where the flags fly at half mast

Swim the depths of all the lives
That were lured in by the sea
Leaving orphaned children and widowed wives
Where what will be is what will be

The ocean whispers in mans ear
Drop what you have, come dive in me
795 · Feb 2014
She said...
Mike Hauser Feb 2014
She said...

Can I ask where your from
I said from over there
She then questioned me how come
I replied cause I don't care
At the risk of looking dumb
I just sat and stared
She was about the prettiest one
I'd seen anywhere

She said...

If you show me yours
Then I'll show you mine
Like a fly I was lured
Into her web of lies
When she said what's mine is yours
So let's compromise
Which seemed to be the cure
For these wanting eyes

She said...

We can get through this
Before it gets to late
I leaned in for a kiss
No need to hesitate
If there was any sort of list
It was one I'd wish to make
We sealed it off with that kiss
With nothing more to say
795 · Jan 2019
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
795 · Dec 2015
~My History~
Mike Hauser Dec 2015
What has been my worth
While here on earth
Have I paid my way
Since my day of birth
Have I taken advantage
Of what's been given me
What has been my worth
In this my history

Where's my time been spent
In the black or red
If I had it to lend
Would there be any left
And if there's any left
Would it come back to me
Where's my time been spent
In this my history

Have I given enough
And asked none in return
Can I truly say
What I have is what I've earned
All that is around
Everything I see
Have I given enough
In this my history
794 · Nov 2013
I Don't think She Likes Me
Mike Hauser Nov 2013
She doesn't care for my bow legged walk
Nor can she stand my nasal twange talk
She doesn't like much of anything
That she has found out about me

She doesn't like my cackling laugh
Or my toothless smiles in photographs
There is not an awful lot
That she likes of what I've got

She really hates my funky smell
The long drawn out stories that I tell
And the company that I keep
She likes even less than me

She doesn't like me for who I am
I think I'm the only one she can't stand
The very sight of me makes her ill
There is no cure, there is no pill

I've come to the conclusion
It's plain to see
I don't think she really likes me
Mike Hauser Mar 2014
the whispering
tells me there's a wanting

the whispering
is soft and sincere

the whispering
is a finger held to the lips of a child

the whispering
adds to my fears

the whispering
gives away hidden secrets

the whispering
shows what's soon to be

the whispering
stands on the edge of the shadows

the whispering
keeps haunting me
793 · Jan 2017
January (Haiku)
Mike Hauser Jan 2017
Winter whispers in
January's tender ears
Come and kiss me cold
I had such a good time writing poems about the months a couple years ago thought I'd do it again. This time round though think I'll go all Haiku!
Mike Hauser Apr 2015
All of this just so happened
With the saying of one simple phrase
"Beam me up Scotty"
Was all The Captain had said

But all that came aboard
Was Captain Kirk's toupee
Never did they see James again
After that fateful day

Now Captain Kirk's toupee
Is the one that's running the ship
Barking out its orders
From where the Captain once sat

It's little wonder the toupee and the crew
Don't see eye to eye
As it continues throughout its screaming
Can't you see I need more warp drive

With Scotty hollering back
I'm giving her all that's she's got
Thinking the whole time the Captain's toupee
Would make a good galley mop

Spock while all this is happening
Struggles to keep a straight face
Which is really hard for a Vulcan to do
When dealing with a demanding toupee

Of course like James T. Kirk
His toupee has a thing for alien gals
Which leaves the ladies throughout the galaxy
All with a bad taste and hair in their mouths

And not to mention the trouble with the Klingon's
Now they have no idea what to say
How in the world do you wage war
When your arch enemy is a bad toupee

It's little surprise this all lead to a mutiny
Of the Starship Enterprise crew
The day they grabbed the toupee
And ran to the transporter room

They all wondered what took them so long
The idea it was so blatantly simple
As they beamed away Kirk's toupee
Down to the surface of the Planet of Tribble's
793 · Nov 2018
one fine day
Mike Hauser Nov 2018
one fine day
it all came true
like a piece of cake
every i love you
every knowing nod
every gentle nudge
as you count the cost
on every thought of love

one fine day
all the day could do
was to make its way
through its daily loop
with one end up
and one end down
being simple enough
with love around

one fine day
out of the blue
life ran its course
on a whistles tune
on a gravel road
under a quarter moon
to the simple truth
of i love you
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