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Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Burn The Beauty - Elizabeth McCrorie

Burn The Beauty

©  
Published: July 2008
One does not own beauty.
One creates it.
In their dreams,
They feel they can obtain it.

All alone, in a dark night's
rest.
All their thoughts...
Lifeless.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth.
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand.
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by,
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out,
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/burn-the-beauty

Monday, October 12, 2015

Contemplative Division


is it normal
this mindset
the demonstrative fashion
flashy

I thought it punitive
I thought it course grade sandpaper

I thought the wind would whip us bare
I thought nothing-   then everything
and I though nothing of it

too many times my thoughts have proven
nothing

I can never stay with a thought long enough
to work it backwards the way you proof long division

math was never my best subject


Michael Allyn Wells (c) 2015

Sunday, July 07, 2013

Hardly Worth Mentioning


A poem I wrote several years ago found a home at Punchnel's.

 Hardly Worth Mentioning  is the second poem of mine  to appear in  Punchnel's Magazine these last two months.

I always find interesting material in Punchnel's...It's a fun stop on the Internet and not just because of my work. ;-)

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Poem Up On Punchnel's

My poem titles "Both" appears on Punchnel's today. This is a really interesting venue, an eclectic collection of material. Check it out!  Oh, and click here for my poem.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Dragonfly


Surround the summit
in flight
in exacerbation of wingspan
a sentinel aloft 

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Shameless Self Promotion

A poem of mine is up at Montucky Review.  A thank you to the Editors!  


To view the poem simply titled Sis, Click here

Monday, January 02, 2012

Mag 98 / Poem: A Reminder



The bent elbow
slows progression-
force builds
pushing the river
around
over and beyond  

the banks like claws
snag what is delivered
from upstream

when the anger
has burnt itself out
the raging water fading
to original dignity-
scattered on banks
remain the wrath





Michael A. Wells



Magpie 98



Thursday, December 08, 2011

Foxtrot - appearing in WestWard Quarterly Fall 2011

Earlier this fall my poem Foxtrot appeared in WestWard Quarterly.  Since this is a print publication there is not link to it but now that a little time has passed since the publication I have included now on the published poems page - see tab above or click here.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Magpie Tales 93 / Poem: How Size Matters





How Size Matters

a time
a place to stop
a sofa
against a rock solid platitude
on the main street of a life
of obligatory divestiture
of  inflexible options
of throwaway propositions
of too big to fail
of too small to matter


Michael A. Wells

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Questions to ask when...

Dana Guthrie Martin asks the poignant  question, "Why does this poet live in my house, and is this the best place for her?"  Her Poem here

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Magpie Tales 79: Poem: Maybe if We Hadn't Thrown the Cores


That summer we stuck
in the seats of the old Ford
our cotton clothing
clung to us wet
no one dared crank
the panes-

a few bugs would join
the ride but soon exit
the heat I think drove them
so we didn't

who knew there was
so much Missouri
corn and milo
some tobacco too

I lost count of orchards
stopped off for apples
juice dripping down
the chin- 

hurled the cores
onto the highway
till dad got after us

we saw signs
for real caves
but never stopped


Michael A. Wells

Magpie Tales 79

Friday, November 28, 2008

Out For a Drive

The flames rise on either side of the curves

and the fall wind threatens to spread the colors

about the ground.

The asphalt with shapely hips allures countless lookers

trusting the calendars will not deceive them

or waste their valued weekend.

A new delight awaits past each camber;

imperial topaz and alexandrite flickers in the autumn sky

subdued only by the occasional rust, tan or brown filament.

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Tricked

Ornamental excuses abound.
Window dressings, all of them
to purchase the justification
necessary to have his way
when validation was a rabbit
no where near the scene
of the black top hat.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Pocket Change

Humanity spilled- tossed about,

jingled in the the pockets

like small change.

A bit here and a piece there

the sum of which is whole

but spread about

without custodial care.

The casual acceptance-

disrespected by dispersal

to quail and disintegrate

in the shadows

of rich indifference.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Sonata

The third movement was less
obvious—

its sound rooted in the quietude
that often passes as peace, but is really
just a pause in fighting.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Anniversary

Anniversary

The odometer of fallen, rolls onward
Over too familiar terrain.
A merry-go-round insanity
Propelled by stubborn indignity,
Denials-
Capitulating nothing
While eating our young.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Pointless Query


Braking
through the layers

past
linen wrap

percolating pulp
without

reason or
necessity

till exposure
it answers.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Unknowingly

Unknowingly

I saw the sand bottom out
in the egg timer. There were no eggs
or time involved. Just an end to something
arbitrary- or was that in fact time?

Did it end of its own accord, or
because I turned the hourglass
and started a process unknowingly?

How many unknowings can there be in one day?