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 Apr 2016 Simpleton
ryn
Transitory
 Apr 2016 Simpleton
ryn
I am here
Yet most times I'm not
Likened to a fleeting zephyr
Perchance may be caught

Beyond the bend, it's hard to see
Uncertain, unpredictable, unsure
There are chances however unlikely
To chart life's trot and canter

Awaiting the moment I would voraciously savour
The fullness of my being that's rare and transitory
Because almost always,
I'm drowning in doubt and clamour
With fevered breaths drawn more quickly
 Apr 2016 Simpleton
Mike Hauser
The older I get
The more that I see
The closer I am
To you're kidding me
A once drop in the ocean
Now a raging sea

~Disbelief~

To get to the bottom
Of what's bothering me
Houston we have a problem
Of major degree
Have we all forgotten
Crazy is free

~Disbelief~

All I'm now finding
I don't care to see
The once silver lining
Now torn and rusty
It's come out of hiding
And it's scaring me

~Disbelief~
 Apr 2016 Simpleton
Mike Hauser
I've decided to go the day
Without my glasses on
So everything I see
Is no more than a blur
With the dregs of society
All the pain along with the hurt
If you're asking me
I'm sure that this will work

I'll go throughout my day
One slow step at a time
Without my glasses on
As I am legally blind
Having trouble with sight to see
Trouble I won't find
If you're asking me
Think I've stumbled onto something this time
 Apr 2016 Simpleton
Rapunzoll
i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****,
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.
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 Apr 2016 Simpleton
Mike Hauser
~*** for tat~
this or that
give and take
to the mat
throw away
bring it back
nevermind
hidden facts
make up for
what we lack
this or that
~*** for tat~
 Apr 2016 Simpleton
Mike Hauser
I've read the latest wonders
That poured forth from your soul
Your poets beating heart
Has paid the artist toll

I'm always touched by your passion
The very words you pen each day
There is power and compassion
In all you have to say

The heart of a poet
Beats a certain rhythm deep down inside
Bringing meaning to the moment
That others try to hide

With writings that inhale beauty
At the same time exhaling tragedy
You can lift up with one pen stroke
While another knocks down to the knees

There's a rhythmic temperature
That runs both hot and cold
In the heart of a poet
Taking in all of life's high's and lows
Thought it'd be fun to run this again....
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