"michaels" poems
~Christi Michaels~12/2014~
☆⊙☆⊙☆⊙☆
you with an onion
in the palm of your hand
pulling back layers
seeing just who I am
removing the papery
outer shell
the flesh beneath
holding slight color tan
folding back the next
begining to understand
sweet juicy onion
cradled
in the palm of your hand
brave to peel
the next layer
spicey as onions can be
a tear begins to form
a tear just for me
now you are intoxicated
as only an onion can do
you pull back again
translucent flesh
coming through
sweeter and sweeter
I become
as you genlty find my core
you've settled in
found your way
what a delectable
delicious score
☆⊙☆⊙☆⊙☆
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
♡° ⊙ • ⊙ °♡
This place in my heart
There...
intimately aware
Deep tenderness
Imbued with
illuminessence
Moonflowers
opening in the fullness
of the Moon's light
Tonight
wrapped tight
threads of fear
Mama Pain
too great to fight
A ragged slice
overflowing
with hurt by
unkind words
thoughtlessly
thrown my way
Self inflicted pain
when I doubt my inherent
Knowledge and Strength
I know this part
of my heart
that holds
the wounded
collections of me
Keeping at bay
the ache that
lives within
The Blessing is
that Love
surrounds
Wraps around
with Healing light
Shining within
to Hold The Power
Allowing me respite
from the Sacred Locket
held in this place of
My Heart
♡° ⊙ • ⊙ °♡
Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
related poems...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1483839/19/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1465555/knick-knacks/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1181941/it-hurts/
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
If only your arms
Held me true again
Our lips and
bodies entwined~
If we could remember
language once shared.
Find our rhythm divine
Yet we have climbed
these ravaged cliffs
Heartbreak Chasm
between~
A fragile bridge
of diminished connect
Crossed only in my dreams
Older now
in this state of suspense
To watch our love fall away~
A tender time for both of us
This loss of each
Precious day
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
~♢~☆~♢~
A kiss of breath
This delight,
To inhale twilight.
Ride the nightlight to the stars.
To kiss the breath within
each moment
Free from introspection,
doubt and regrets.
It is here, I yearn to dwell.
No fear of neglect.
No fear of offense.
No fear of fear.
Yet, ever vigil,
to a slight variance of mood.
Of circumstance.
Of changes that determine
outcomes and future.
Fear of loss.
Fear of rejection.
Fear of fear.
I succomb to this perception.
Live in accordance
within the rules and structure
that appear to maintain order
to each of my days
Yet I await, with anticipation...
To kiss the breath within
each moment
This delight.
To inhale twilight.
Ride the nightlight to the stars
~♢~☆~♢~
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
~Christi Michaels~November 2014~
~ ~ * ~ ~
hard to believe
hearing you say
you did not want me
would not have us
anymore
could not control
the clench of my heart
when you told me
words so few
leave
find someone new
"Old News"
you said I was
"Old News"
and you just
did not want
me anymore
waved your hand
in front of me
to be sure I understood
Could not control
the clench of my heart
when you told me
with words so few
leave
find someone new
"Old News"
you said I was
"Old News"
and you just
did not want me
would not have
us anymore
waved your hand in
front of Me
to be sure I knew
We were not to be
forevermore
~ *~ * ~* ~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
~ ♢ ~
*this touch
of your hair
brings me
there~
a glimpse a
sense
the recipe
of you
this taste~
your dna
quilt~
threads of
woven
chemistry
the essence
of you~
forever to
descend
into my
deepest
pools
of memory
and dreams...*
~ ♢ ~
Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
ripe wild blueberries
nestled under tall fir trees
sweet **** juice bursts forth
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
~ω~⊙~ω~
*precious life begins
entering womanhood now
in my arms you sigh*
~ω~ω~⊙~ω~ω~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
《☆ Ode to Miller Spring ☆》
I have traveled this road.
I have traveled this road since
first I came to be here.
This journey was
my awakening to the
new existence I would step into.
Foreign to me
the illustrious homes.
Dripping willows, old oaks, poplars...
Perfectly kept grounds.
Checkerboard patterns carved
into lush grass.
This road is winding.
One needs to go slowly.
Families, children, animals,
all enjoy this path.
The winds blow at this highest point,
up above the Glacial Basin
that forms the river below.
Before farmland,
home to
Ojibwe,
Lakota.
The Spring
The deep Spring of Healing
Ancient, pouring forth
from the center of the Earth.
This road, brought me to a
place of solitude...
An open space.
Land of possibilities.
I have traveled this road.
I have traveled this road
since first I came to be here.
This road has led me to the new existence
I have stepped into.
Perfectly kept grounds
checkerboard patterns carved
in lush grass.
The wind blows at this
highest point,
up above the Glacial Basin,
that forms the river below.
Before farmland,
home to
Ojibwe,
Lakota.
The Spring
The deep Spring of Healing.
Ancient, pouring forth from
the center of the Earth.
This Spring, that quenched
my family's thirst.
This Spring, that pulled my
people here,
so many years ago.
A road brought me to
this place of solitude.
An open space.
A land of Dreams.
I wonder,
what Dreams,
this land
will hold for me?
☆●⊙●☆●⊙●☆●⊙●☆
~July 2014~May 2015~
2nd Edition
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
"Miller Spring" is a pure crystalline-rock aquifer that has been revered by all peoples blessed to live within it's reach. The tribes of the Ojibwe and Lakota shared the spring. It was called the "Sweet Spring of Healing Waters" This spring was also shared with Settlers as they arrived. When the land was owned, the spring has always been made accessible, to All People. It should be noted that this spring water is exceptionally clear,
crisp and has a sweet bright taste
It is delicious!
To this day Miller Spring is available to all.
It's icy cold waters gush forth 24/7~365
days a year out of a well by the side
of the road, down about a mile
from my home.
I actually live in a modest house
on two original acres of this
beautiful land, which is now
bordered by five "illustrious" homes.
We moved here from the
City in the year 2000
Living in the suburbs was the
"New Existence" I had stepped into...
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
**Drop your Grudge Rants
by the door
We Will Not Tolarate
This Anymore
Edit and toss Distasteful Rhymes
Ugly Poems with Vain designs
Haughty thoughts and
bitter words
Childish petty accusing verbs
Who did What to Who and When
Will this Clusterfuck never end?
Selfish actions, Spoiled Children
We Refuse to be your Minions
Like CNN
And Drone Fox news
We've had enough of
Self Serving views
Hurting hearts, far and wide
tender Poets with
tenuous pride
Yet, Strutting and Indignant
for who I ask?
All those involved,
A Donkeys ***
Not a home for
Egotistical Zealots
Nor a place for
flinging pellets
We come in Peace, HP to share
Not get caught in ugly snares
And to the few that
have the gaul.
"If you have nothing decent to say,
say nothing at all"**
**YOU CHOOSE TO USE
HP THIS WAY.
GO AWAY. FIND SOME
WHERE ELSE TO PLAY.**
●HELLO●HELLO●HELLO●
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~January 2015~
Always too Much
Followed by too Little
Flawed in my ability
To understand
how to balance the two
Always too Much
Followed by too Little
Left with not knowing what to do.
Since the day of my birth
Till the day of today
My own nemesis
Every step of the way
As if the wrong download
was set into place
Incongruent with my gentle beauty
My comfortable face
Always too Much
Followed by too Little
I am flawed in my ability
Born without the understanding
Of how to balance the two
Always too Much
Followed by too Little
Left with not knowing what to do
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
Walk your land...
Eyes to sky
Azure beauty
Clouds etheric bright
Rock ashen black
Trees of umber
n' greens of grass
Fresh and alive
Lay on earth
Smell deep
the essence
moist or parched
Walk your land...
Walk your land...
Find your
Home once again
☆
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~September 2014~
We are not symbiotic any more
I lay in our soft warm bed
I slumber to your snore
Our heart's and minds have drifted
To other continents shores
We walk in two dimensions
Though parallel they may seem
Find it so very difficult
Imaging the way we used to be
This is such a simple tale
Of love thats gone amiss.
The problem here
The difficult reality
Is what to do with This.
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Silence is Golden
Yet
There are Times
it's just Downright Lonesome
~ ~ ~
~* * * * *~
Copyright © January 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~March 2015~
«¤» «⊙» «¤»
*I watch over
your embrace of
everlasting slumber
fear has left
spirit released to wander
strength surrounds
your labyrinth unfolds
Illusion of quiet
amongst memories retold
suspended breath
sacred moments left
translucent skin
muscles soft and flesh
artistry of your journey
open to hearts that see
place of tender remembrance
sacred and loved eternally*
«~⊙~» «ω⊙ω» «~⊙~»
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
I've kept this pain away.
Held it at bay,
since the day
of Your
unwanted
touch.
Now You are old.
I take care,
as this is My loving
duty. Reversal of
roles.
Time has stilled
the tremors
of angst.
Turmoil and
discomfort.
Yet, when bothered,
Your harsh tones
enter My body
and heart,
unwanted.
Perturbation
with words,
accusations that
I was the
troubled one...
Grown Woman
that I am,
I find myself
11 years old
once again
Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Tomorrow the baseball Hall of Fame will announce the newest members selected to join her hallowed hall. Ken Griffey Jr. will surely be selected.
I wish Hello Poetry had a Hall Of Fame. There are so many poets and good friends worthy of.
In absence of, I wish to nominate the following poets for the first class when and if it is ever created. My criteria for selection to this Hello Poetry Hall of Fame are:
A feeling heart
loves poetry
is a friend to others in the community
A Triple Crown.
Time and space are the only reason I have not listed all poets here at Hello Poetry:
Vicki (My Queen, a love child of Whitman and Dickinson)
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
mark cleavenger
Musfiq us shaleheen
brandon cory nagley
The Masked Pimpernel
rebecca askew
Sjr1000
Pradip Chattopadhyay
elsa angelica
Eddie Starr Poetry
ryn
Weeping willow
KetomaRose
Steven Langhorst
Mike Essig
Willard Wells
Woody
Elizabeth Squires
SoulSurvivor
Pax
Grace
Dave Kavanagh
Sumina Thapaliya
FJ Davis
SE Reimer
Sally A Bayan
solEmn oaSis
Melissa S
Arcassin B
..... and to those I failed to mention I apologize. I am thinking of you, also, but time and space are the only limitations to my list of nominees.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Beneath my covers in the
dark of night,
I felt pulled tight.
My pajamas and
underthings finding all
the wrong places.
At my time of change,
I was gifted a bed.
I felt freedom.
A space of my own, finally alone.
The eldest, released from the pack.
Revelation of delight,
naked under soft sheets.
I felt the coolness.
My skin alive, fresh from a
warm bath. Feet wrapped safe,
deep within layers.
The Dreams came then...
I felt their calling.
Whispers beckoning me
into flight,
to float above,
observe my simple beauty
Gently slipping towards the galaxy,
I felt no weight.
Nebula's Helix, Saturn and Orion,
their colors became the
pallet of My mind.
Able to soar with the eagles,
into the depths of the oceans.
The whales called for me to follow.
Walking within the beam of
light, I felt warmth.
Crystalline aquifers quenched
my thirst. Grounding me to the
center of our Earth.
Of an age now,
that comfort has settled in,
I feel whole within.
Naked with my soul.
The sheets still cool
after a long warm bath.
Copyright © May 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
~ • ~ • ~
slippery when wet
catching salmon in your hands
life quivers within
~ • ~ • ~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
~ Christi Michaels ~
* * * * *
**Darkest Night
EARTH SO BLACK
SNOW SO WHITE
Miles n' Miles
Eyes Dry
Heart Pounds
Invisible Elusive
BLACK ICE
Highway Hums
Eyes Pierced
Blinding Light
Pounding Heart
Darkest Night
Black Road
Snow White
White Snow
Road Black
Darkest Night
Pounding Heart
Lights Blind
Peircing Eyes
Hum o' Highway
Elusive Invisible
BLACK ICE
Heart Pounding
Dry Eyes
Miles 'n Miles
White Snow
Road Black
Darkest of
Dark Nights
EARTH SO BLACK
SNOW SO WHITE**
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
~Christi Michaels~December 2015~
**the air presents tranquility
zephyr winds which blow on high
swirling within the troposphere
veiled serenity
clouds stealthy shift
covering brilliant, poignant stars
air masses
a juxtaposition
tension exists between...
omnipresent
yet unseen.
the sky illuminates..sparks of light
swarms of fireflies
ubiquitous in flight
there is a calm
steady as a drone
unwavering in its commitment
to a reality yet unknown.
till the shift proceeds
balance moves to tilt
calm planes of matter
Present ready to meld
celestial balance
no longer in alignment
exploding outward
defying confinement
fragile realization
of a squall revealed
friction surmounts
air becomes thick
atmosphere now dense
expanding as it pulls in
a tempest has arrived
opposition exists
shards of electricity
violently ripping open
the sky above
zephyr winds which
blow on high
the inevitable calm before the storm**
* * * * *
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
In Loving Honor of Joseph Wulf
R.I.P.
Christi Michaels 8-31-2015
☆●♡●☆
Tonight my friend could not breathe
Lungs ravaged from long ago
Served our country as a young man
Shoulders, hip and leg bones
broke by the jungles below
A Harley Man through and through
JFD's became his Corps
Never wavered in his allegiance
to his country or his force
One of the smartest men
I have ever known
Could recite passages from long ago
abreast of topics from far and wide
a history buff so knowlegable
A brother to many, a father to one
Devoted to all he loved
A truer friend could not be had
So very popular he was!!
Joe was my protector
as I was a wild young thing
Was my confidant and
chaperone starting at just 17
Accompanied the first date with
my husband 30 years ago
Gave his blessings that first night~
To my children he was Uncle Joe
The older brother I never had.
Blessed to love him 40 years
My whole being trembles at the
thought of losing him
I weave Love within these tears
☆●●♡●●♡●●☆
~Christi Michaels~April 2015~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
♡●♡●♡●♡ Ode to Joe ♡●♡●♡●♡
This poem was written upon Joe entering
Hospice. His sisters provided
Constant Vigil and Loving Care.
Joe passed on 8-15-2015
This was read at Joes Military Burial
Fort Snelling National Cemetery
Fort Snelling, Minnesota
8-31-2015
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
I came upon a parade of Zinnias
today..lined along the pave-way,
wild and wily. An infinite variety
of colorful heads popping up
and out, like eyes of
wary prairie dogs,
on the lookout for action.
Thought of you...the flower heads
you gave me, filled with seeds
aplenty to plant in the spring.
Knew just where they would go.
Imagined my hands in the
welcoming earth, sowing
them at just the right depth.
They would grow, reaching
with their long thin frames.
Vigorously tall and full of
summers brightness.
Symmetrical flowers
filled with attitude
towards the sun.
Flourishing in cracks along
sidewalks and driveways.
Finding comfort and feeling free
in the most limited of spaces.
Yet...I did not plant them.
Aware that I am not able,
just now, to make such a commitment.
To water and **** Ensuring that they
would reach their full potential.
A simple promise of one season.
To nourish a delicate, perfect Zinnia.
~Christi Michaels~July 2015~
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All Rights Reserved.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
●☆●♡●☆●
I hold my breath when
you come to me
Or call me on the phone
Your non~questions rarely being
How are you Mom
But that you need money
You say it is for good things
Like food and clothes
Maybe it will be after...
When you begin to heal
I try and protect my fragile heart
Cause I don't know when
the war will break out that
will tear us again
Carefully packed bags
now ripped and strewn
across the foor
knick knacks fallen
with the slam of the door
On the phone for a moment
longer than you approved.
Punishment of your spite,
ugly names that came at me
like pellets and angry wasps,
while the woman
on the other line
told me it would all be OK
Assured me
over and over
A three minute call
that ended too soon.
Too long for You to wait.
Longer than the Morning
was patient, while you slept
as I lovingly packed your food.
▪●☆●▪
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~November 2014~
A Moment
Luscious,
******
The yearning
Yeilding to it...
Exquisite
Letting go at Last
Emraced in Passion
Then the need to
pull back
from the rawness of it all
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC