Poetry

The Arrogance of Entitlement

/ mikesnexus / 6 Comments 
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

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
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)

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
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

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
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

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
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

Comfortable Sans Masque

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
your mask is slipping
 your slip is showing
 your many masks slowly fall away
 the presence of your beloved
 lovingly liberates the masque's


the many layers enfolding one
 slowly peel away
 like the layers of an onion


as the onion is degloved
 tears are its byproduct


so to with us....
 the many masks bring tears and pain
 as some masks are ripped off like a too soon scab


the scars they leave
 over time become badges worn comfortably
 at times with pride


the comfort of our new skin
 allows us
 to look fondly upon the discarded masques


when we gaze into the mirror
 the face that looks back becomes more recognisable
 more loved
 by the ego and the beloved

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

The Banality of Corporate Deceit

/ mikesnexus / 3 Comments 
values, ethics, morals are left in tatters

conveniently sacrificed on the alter of economic greed

moral responsibility is abdicated in fiscal matters

bruised and cast aside for their misdeeds



it's not me, just following orders

it's not my department

I was just the warder

its all in separate compartments



careers built on careerism and obedience

orders coming from persons above

no regard for others, expedience

non ideological, and no thought of the actions thereof



as good as saying the devil made me do it

its gods will

the cry of the uncaring hypocrite

is enough to give the victim a chill



as the the chorus beats its drum

and the new song cuts to the core

the new mantra now oft chanted has become

oh for a few dollars more
© 2016 michael d emmerich
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

Climbing Out of Your Family Tree

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
The apple falls
how far does it fall
where does it land?
what does it do when it lands?

Can you climb back up?
or do you want to climb a new tree?
did you fall with planned intent
as far away as possible?

Are you planning on taking root
where you fell
to grow a new tree?

although you better be careful not to take root
near a snake pit or apple orchard

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Sounds of Separation

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
the sounds of separation reverberate

across the valleys and the vales,

to some they are sounds that integrate

to others, they lower the veil



Oh to have the adhan chanted in the same tower

from which the bells toll daily

instead the sounds that ring out, rip the air apart

their ringing reaffirms our separation



slave bell, unity bell, prayer bell, it tolls regardless

the tolling of the bell that divides

the minaret, mosque, synagogue and cathedral

shout out and chant; a call for unity, that divides



the bells toll for those who are near

to hear the sounds of separation.

the division bell continues to ring out

oh for the sounds of peaceful silence

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

The Fading of the Day

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment

Inspired by the song On the Turning Away by Pink Floyd; I paused to write this poem

Light is changing to shadow

And casting it’s shroud

as the day fades to gray

and then shifts from gray to dark

before we long for the promise of a new day

we need to cling to the dark



even when it is dark, it's not dark yet

as it is always darkest, just before the dawn

as a new day beckons with promise, on the morn



the shadow shroud enfolds the world in gray

and teases with a promise, as the gray flickers to dark

with the dark is a promise of a new day

when the morning slivers slice back the dark



that sense of expectation, that it is never dark

there is always a new beginning

no matter how dark yesterday felt

today can be the brightest day yet

as we continually move through the cycle of life

light dark light dark …. light

© 2015 Michael D Emmerich