My goal is to have about 50 poems by year end and then publish the best in an anthology with a short back story to the history/journey it took me to write the poem, and what/where or how I was inspired. Some of them are deeply personal, others are from my past and some are just diatribes about life, the world and all the shit going down . It is amazing how writing in different styles stretches my mind and also how some poems just fly out in machine gun staccato burst and others have to be dragged out over a day or two. Thanks for the feedback and I do hope you are enjoying taking this journey with me, I cant say its always fun, but the thoughts and inspiration sometimes take on their own life and just have to be written.
Author: mikesnexus
My Enemy is My Friend
the battle of life rages on as it has since Cain killed Abel sides are picked weapons are chosen the games dictated by others has begun friends become enemies become friends battles are won and lost mountains are gained and valleys are lost lives are lost for inches and feet leaders spill the blood of others never of their kin or own living or dying in the trenches of life and war in the mix and mess of the trenches we all become equal blood mixes with the soil and the soul in the depths of the dark decisions made can be unmade enemies can become friends who is to say that this life is not precious who can be so bold as to let others suffer for an ideal whilst they wallow in the comfort of their lies sides picked can be unpicked the enemy of my leader does not have to be my enemy decisions made on high can be undone on low when we look into the eyes of our enemy we see but ourselves staring back at us in pity and fear as we gaze into the thousand-yard stare let us see more than the abyss staring back at us as your thumb cocks the hammer as your finger squeezes the trigger as your fist pulls back as your knife is about to plunge first gaze into the mirror of his eyes to see yourself staring back the dignity of living must become the new normal enemies can become friends friends and enemies all long for the same to be able to die at a time and place that they have chosen not chosen for them through lies and deceit as a new day dawns young men should no longer fight the battles of the old men
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Don’t Look Back
The sea at your feet The wind at your back The horizon in your grasp The weight of the world pressing you down TURN cast your cares aside reach to the future grab the horizon drag it towards you let the wind in your back drive you forward MOVE away from your past write your own future don’t repeat the history let it keep you moving forward FLY like the wind let your feet get wet with the troubles around you keep moving forward stop and you will sink ONWARD your future awaits do not fear the reaper at the rear for he waits for no one for today you fly and tomorrow lies in wait in eager anticipation it is yet to be written
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
One-line horror/thriller story
As I lay dying, I heard excited voices discussing my impending arrival; over the screams and panting of my mother in labour …
Paper or Kindle
I just love books…. Have so many on my shelf still needing to be red
But I keep buying
Have files of Kindle books, and I also keep buying
It must be an addiction 🙂
I so love the smell of new and old books, love turning the page
Its kinda exciting and old school
The Kindle is more practical when I travel
But I still travel with books, nothing beats having a book on your bedside table
I think it makes me think of home, or maybe brings home to my destination
What are your thoughts and preferences?
Kindle books? (iPad or Kindle?)
Books? (hard cover versus soft cover?)
And do you buy large hard cover coffee table books?
I do … love turning the pages of those large hard covers
The Arrogance of Entitlement
have we moved from the age of aquarius to the age of narcissus has the arrogance of entitlement led us down the garden path of hopelessness the era of violence by web post faceless nameless aggression all in the pursuit of their ideology the entitled with their economic superiority need to learn to bite their tongue in the presence of those with smaller bank balances lording ones perceived elevated status at best lowers your intellectual status at worst it negates your work and the work of those with less arrogance why should a healthy bank balance come with a condescending attitude economic might does equate to being right arrogance brings a sense of entitlement in the person more than actual entitlement we are left with the audacity of hope in the presence of arrogance entitlement should not usurp our history let peace be our guide as we chart our way through the islands of arrogance
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Silent Observer
standing alone in a crowd watching waiting looking listening learning the crowd is unsure silence and observation intimidates the watched need to reserve judgement take solace in the fact that as the observed they are learning observing to write learning to observe learning from observing thankful to the observed for the lessons learnt our internal observer pushes us forward driving us towards new horizons calling us to new challenges but judging harshly when we fall short never be scared to stand alone in the crowded silence of your mind
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Naming of Humans (A Cats Perspective)
how it came to be that cats gave names to humans is very much a mystery, littered with rumour and intrigue for as we have named cats they have in turn named themselves and then they named us their lowly servants who have worshipped them for generations legends allude as to how this came to be but truth be told it is lost in the mists of time in the fjords of Norway Luonnotar the Norse goddess of the earth gave life to this naming process when she gave birth to the world the process is shrouded in secrecy and cat logic and remains largely unknown in the human world (cat logic and the naming process) our primary name is based largely on geographical location and physical appearance so other cats can understand where we fit into their world my primary cat name I have been told is grayman culsac and my wife’s is fairy goddess culsac then there is that name that your cat has for you the secret name that only your cats know no amount of scratches rubs or treats will extract it from kitty but the myths do speak of the secret cat nip recipe but no more of that as I am being given the cats eye so when you next notice your cat in quiet contemplation casting a knowing half opened eye in your direction know that kitty is quietly considering if your secret name is still as apt as it was when kitty first wrapped you around his gracefully extended paw horror of horrors if your secret name is no longer valid for the heavens would open up and swallow you Luonnotar would regurgitate you like a hairball again and again until you become the crazy cat person your kitty desires in every crazy cat person’s history lies at least one hairball reincarnation so when you next notice kitty gazing at you for longer than usual best you scurry over with treats or scratches far be it for you to incur the wrath of the cat gods or as they would say in ancient Egypt Bastet got your tongue (busted or bastard) your choice
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Seduction Arcade
welcome back my friends to the show that never ends the curve of your neck the sound of your name the arch of your back and hints of flesh the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the red of your heartbeat the smell of the sheets imprints in the bed footprints in the sand the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade whispers in the air the touch of your tongue the heat of your skin silk in your hair the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade water on your skin lace across your body leather and feathers the textures arouse the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the colours of lust the setting sun the eclipse of your heart and tears on your cheeks the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the rise of your breasts the mist of your breath like mist on the moors it doesn't have to make sense still you turn me on the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Writing Your Future
imagine if you will that your life lies before you your future beckons calling you from the future the authors pen is poised the story must be written stories come to life the pen starts to trace its path the paper is clear and uncharted the writer is yet to discover the number of pages or how much ink is required JUST BELIEVE the journey must begin the pen starts its journey scratching out a path the pages fill up with ink, smudges, corrections some chapters are rewritten the story must be told it is a relentless plot twisting and turning across uncharted pages JUST BELIEVE you are both writer and chief protagonist you are the master of both its content .... and it's ending STILL BELIEVING
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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