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I Embrace- A Poem

Published October 15, 2018 by Nan Mykel

I embrace

the green mountain bosoms

of the Great Smokies

and the calming silence

of the lake early mornings,

quiet save the splash

of a fish in the rising mist,

reassuring that

after all is said and done,

there was a time

in living memory

when things were better.

ADVICE

Published April 29, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Dwell not on finding Truth my friend

for it shall drive you mad.

The eyes that spy the way things are

will only leave you sad.

 

Bedlam is filled with clear-eyed folk

whose blinders were shorn away.

Unalloyed truth can scorch

and even love betray.

 

 

PIFFLE DINGER – An earlier ode

Published January 3, 2018 by Nan Mykel

MONDAY NIGHT’S POEM

With all the boo boos and yoo hoos,

to-do’s, who-are-you’s, e-mail news.

Poetry Month and broken hips,

cherry blossoms and weather dips,

serve up a poem, slightly rare

with metaphors, if you should dare.

Oh, there’ll be some deep; otherwise

we’ll aim for paucity of lies.

This ev’ry Tuesday writing thing

plays bonkers with the yan of ying.

Should you want me to be quiet now

I’ll heed your wishes with a bow.

 

 

Pumpkim carving:

Ray Villafane, http://villafanestudios.co

 

 

 

(Obviously written earlier)

 

 

The Long and the Short of It

Published July 25, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Life’s too short

Tooth’s too long

Horses snort

Answer’s wrong.

Eyes too bright

Pool’s too deep

Bra’s too tight

He’s too cheap.

Sky’s too high

Feet too smelly

Words can lie

Too tight belly

Stream beds trickle

chewing gum sticks

I’m in a pickle

Up to old tricks.

Lost my keys

This won’t do

Down on my knees

Should get two

Don’t say pome

Only a verse

Come on home

Could be worse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

Published July 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I enjoy the  cat’s pajamas

they verbalize at times, but not

the moans of underlying pain.

Don’t let us know what lies ahead

a life of somersaults, dance

and glee only to be sidetracked

by a dislocated knee.  That I’m

one of those complaining does not

change my mind a whit.

If you think that I am lying just you wait a bit.

How Is It That Words Can Comfort?

Published June 25, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Most times words miss their mark.

They rain down in torrents, oblivious

to us and us to them,   not even in

our existential language.  We feel

bruised  by them, misused,  overcome

as though embattled.  How, then,is

it even possible that at times they

wrap us so lovingly in tender being-

ness? Respectfully intermingling

heartbeats, glorious validation?

Validation, I think that’s the clue.

We’re less isolated and alone when

reached by words that vibrate and

resonate  with our  core, be it rotten

or despairing, fragile or caring.  Push

on through the brambles of the

irrelevant and when you find your-

self embraced, hold on tight!

IF I SHOULD DIE WHILE I’M AWAKE – for d’Verse

Published April 20, 2017 by Nan Mykel

If I should die while I’m awake

will I go seeking absolution,

dragged down by the shackles

of sin in my swollen belly, or

ship out soundlessly from my berth

into the eternal matrix

where sins are but a fleet of

rubber duckies?

Refreshing

Published April 19, 2017 by Nan Mykel

As I was cleaning out some genealogical papers, I came across one I had forgotten about, and in this day and age I found refreshing:

A notice from the Henry County Bulletin years ago:

The Poet for Councilman

To the Voters of the Town of Martinsville

Two years ago as you well know

The ticket bore my name

And if you scratched it off or not

I thanked you just the same

Again I ask for your support

Not that I claim to be

A better man than others are

For all of you know me

But promising to ever stand

For what is just and true

I will simply sign my name

And leave results with you.

Yours to serve,

J. L. Minter

The Shoe Maker

 

 

 

 

Health Nut – A Poem

Published April 4, 2017 by Nan Mykel

HEALTH NUT

First let me get this off my chest:

I’m part animal and old’s the rest.

A cow’s valve is pumping my breath;

while a pig’s valve’s staving off death.

 

And you’ll see why

I try

To take care of my self.

 

I was going to the boonies

That night to catch me some goonies

in the tunnel that’s haunted,

while feeling undaunted.

 

But a stitch in my chest said go,

check it out now, don’t delay.

So as a good health nut I drove

to Urgent Care, just over there,

 

where  the doc

jumped up and down

in his trim green gown

and with a medical frown

 

called an  ambulance

while I sat in a trance

thinking why can’t I drive

round the corner myself?

 

ER let me stay  all day ,

Out of the way

While emergencies

came and went.

 

It was late and it was dark

When I asked on a lark

If I could now go

and surprised, they said “Sho.”

 

No wheelchair was needed,

I just walked  the field

of gopher holes in the dark

to UC, where I had parked.

 

Why why why did this happen to me?

And then I thought of pay back.

While dizzy, on my last UC visit,

I’d had the bad manners to

barf in his trash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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