Onward & Upward

This poem goes out to my buddy and dear friend, Victor  …thinking of you dude 🙂

the struggle against adversity

brings forth changes

dragging one

up or down



push upward

reaching for

higher levels of functioning

which did not previously exist



building resilience

absorbing damage

but not failing

bouncing back

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Allure of the Curve

where the neck meets the shoulder

the head slowly turns

creating

mysterious shadows and hollows



the extension of her leg

as she reaches

rising, pushing

grasping, holding



the swell of her breasts

as she slowly inhales

and then

oh, so exquisitely

exhales



the allure of the thigh

disappearing upwards

towards

that mons



aahhh the beauty

of it all ….

with those dangerous

alluring curves

© 2017 michael d emmerich

In Whose Name

it’s all gods will

I was made to do it

evil deeds as a “good man”

the hypocrisy of it all



god is good

as long as it’s my god



on whose side is god

the victor or the vanquished

the entitled or the underdog

whose god is on your side?

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Passionate Collisions

creeping relentlessly onward

with its hunger

yet to be sated

only tamed by the belief

of that seductive attraction

pulling opposites into orbit

closer and closer

until two worlds collide

exploding in a frenzy of passion

© 2017 michael d emmerich

In Memory of the Fallen Soldier

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing bells for those who die as cattle?
 Only the monstrous anger of the guns,
 Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
 Can patter out their hasty orisons,
 No mockeries for them from prayers and bells,
 Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
 The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
 And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

 What candles may be held to speed them all?
 Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
 Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes,
 The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
 Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds,
 And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Wilfred Owen

How can one read that poem and not have a tear or two in ones eye or a lump in one throat. In memory of the fallen soldier and the many young men forced to fight old men’s battles, I am posting a few of the poems I have written about war and the price that youth have to pay for the greed of others.

A day (life) of Remembrance

Please visit my Facebook page where I am posting a few more of the poems I have written over the years on war its burden and cost.

Facebook – Michael.D.Emmerich – Writer

Shared Burdens

battered and bruised

shattered and drawn

fading away

into the gray



dragged down

those deepest depths

the fear is real

sleep escapes



only but a heartbeat away

from what

I don’t know

headlong crashing into life

fading away from the blue



hearts are breaking

I can feel it, can you

let me carry your sorrows

let me shed tears for you

and

take them when they come

© 2017 michael d Emmerich

Through a Glass Darkly

gazing into the mirror

shadows flit on the edges

pulled into the centre

my shadow self

stares back

battered bruised

pain etched across

my shadow scarred face

hands reaching out

we embrace

become one

acceptance

peace

 © 2017 michael d emmerich