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Michael John Jul 2024
i)
i)

what you expect is seldom
what you get
but expectation is art

wishing into come
magical and dissapointment
is learning..
Michael John Jul 2024
i
i thought like a poem or
cartoon-lily-this is the basic plot
two characters-grumpy boots

and happy dog-one suffers
permanetly from dissastifaction
while the other-complaining

of what he has and what he
never had-(we see only his boots)
and his misanthrope -

while the other-his discontent
general and specific-while the other
his ranting endless-

while the other-***** in the street
usually diarrhea
and his smiling face-the end..
Michael John Jul 2024
i woke today dreaming i
was writing a poem
what it was about i could nt
say..still it was better than the
one where i am on island s
urrounded by monsters or
when my guitar is stolen..
Michael John Jul 2024
a wee misplacement on the right-
a stretch put right
and into the box!

spinning on a dime
after deft a touch
(we held our breath)

a moment of pure zen!
the ball and net were one!
the silence of the gods-

the beauty of stone
o where have we been?
the love of albion..

in the last of time
rapture abounding-
glory glory-ollie watkins..!
Michael John Jul 2024
i
i

what to say today
that has not been said
a million times before

i offer you the chalk..
you who are clever
and such beauty

like the spring flower
put forth-
your petals of

originality-prince of
harm!
let us hear yourn..

ii

i am a quick study-
i know before what
needs to be done

it rattles off my tongue
or i appraise silently
waiting..

don´t mention it
my son
to the manner born..
Michael John Jul 2024
i

lily nods sagely
i wish i had´nt said that
many a fond epitaph..

there is a beauty
in the silent hat-
go ha-ha..

worry about me!
take it back
la..

ii

or ruminate on time
some hex long gone
an abstraction-

hit them with an iron
frying pan
and run..

a note you will hear
all your span
like ****-b flat..

iii

any how enough of
that
confrontation is ***
she says airily
try the moon-
like a pixie
with magical melody
sat be-longing
in a tall tree
with bright entourage
that dance and sing
little brothers and sisters
time has forgotten-
wings and auras or aurae
pretty laughter
to worship, la luna!the harmonies
climb and lift
the merry sylph
paroxysms drift up on
scented night
joyous nymph
light of lights
the blossom glow
round and around
the pixies blow
the love moons
bright and brighter
without end
name that tune?!
o life friend
we are the one
smiles on down..
Michael John Jul 2024
o the chips are in the pan
my friend,( lily is desparate dan)
none,are innocent-

the mayo held
the peas are not free
a razors edge..

vinegar at war
the pan is..
enough said..
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