Mikey Green With Certain Anarchy

Mikey’s Poetry

Deep Down Friend

 

I sit for many hours calm as glass,

moments turn to days and pass.

Suddenly, a splash and then,

you lift soothing comfort up again.

Yes, so much spills as I rise up,

yet I quench your thirst and fill your cup.

I have more still and some returns,

to meet any raging fires that burn,

to add more hope with joy each day,

to keep your thirstful pangs away,

for I sit still for many long hours,

calm as glass, until you need my power.

There is no end, abundance dwells,

My deep down friend, I am your well.

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Butterfly Love

I learned a lot about love by watching a butterfly. She fluttered in the breeze unaware of my eyes. Her wings seemed clumsy but she didn’t care. She blessed her flight in dignified air. She lit majestically, next to me. As if to prove, she could land with ease. Her colors grew against the sun. Her wings expanded one by one. She stayed awhile as if to say; my journey takes me far away. And suddenly, with ease and grace, she flew away up into space. I still sit amazed and watch the sky, because I learned much about love by watching a butterfly.

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Prologue

Written for my 3 sons to document our many travels in the car from Portland to San Diego, together …

What is so funny? goshdangit!?

Fawts are smelly things,
yet we laugh at the aroma that our own fawts bring,
what is so funny? goshdangit!?
It kind of makes me sad,
that we laugh at such a smell so bad.
It makes me yell, it makes me cuss,
that something could smell as bad as us.
Why are particles of poo so hilarious!?
as family and friends are upset with us?
Yet, I’m laughing at things unpure,
because at least the last one was my fawt-
and goshdangit -not yours!