Author: Mike Hauser
Poetry
Winter Cold
My baby's cold and I don't know why
Tears greet me in the morning
I turn my thoughts to the auburn sky
Paying no heed to the storms warning
Hard to sit on a day like this
My baby's brown cheeks gleaming
Raven hair in a tangled mess
Still she's the one I'm needing
Her cold front chills me to the bone
A winter of a lover
In her forest deep but not alone
She'll thaw me out come summer
When April's warmth changes the scenery
My baby's mood will blossom
Like daffodil's in early spring
As birds serenade their loved ones
Till that cold chill wind blows back around
My baby's mood remembered
Black raven hair with a chocolate frown
As we bundle up for winter
...The Measure
How do you measure
What can't be seen
The heart of a man
The in of between
The conscience that follows
When something's done wrong
How do you measure
The depth of a poem
How do you measure
The day you must face
If it's taken for granted
If it's given in grace
Or measure a seed
That has yet to show growth
How do you measure
What you do not know
How do you measure
The hour before late
The width of a shoulder
Where a tear is laid
The inkling of an idea
The moment it's made
How do you measure
Love before it's given away
How do you measure
The chill of the wind
The guilt of the pleasure
That comes from within
The sliver of light
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The PeRsOnaLiTy Profile Test
I was sitting at my computer
All intelligent and nonchalant
When a personality profile test popped up
In the most interesting of fonts
I decided this might be fun
So I clicked onto the site
And right away started answering questions
On what I did and didn't like
As soon as the test was over
With my feet planted firmly on the floor
I hit the button enter
There was immediately a knock upon the door
What appeared to be three business men
All in matching suits and ties
With darkened sunglasses all around
Like Hollywood Movie Stars in disguise
Before I knew what was happening
They threw a hood over my head
And carted me off without the slightest word
Not a single Howdy-Do was said
My new found friends threw me into the trunk
Of a waiting limousine
Where just as quickly as they arrived
W...
~Insert Catchy Title Here~
~Insert catchy title here~
Sometimes that's all you need
To get the ball a-rolling
To get your poem its read
It may not make much sense at all
They'll figure out in time
But before it is they do
~Insert here the perfect line~
As you're drawing to a close
The readers mind you feel like bending
The next line is the spot where you
~Insert here a killer ending~
The Girl Who Dresses Up (In Moonbeams)
She dresses up in moonbeams
For a feeling that she likes
Wears stardust as her makeup
Shines throughout the night
Saturn's rings hold her hair in place
As she shoots across the sky
The galaxy has not been the same
Since this solar breeze arrived
She comes on like a comet
A nova in disguise
Shear brilliance leaves you baffled
A wonder to the eyes
The girl who dresses up in moonbeams
Leaving trails across the night
What It's Like (Loving You)
What's it like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
It's like being offered refills
Before you're halfway through the glass
The freedom felt by a superhero
When he puts on the mask
That's what it's like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
What's it like loving you
Allow me to explain
It's like the first sight of your blushing bride
On your wedding day
It's like all the love you've stored up
The moment you give it away
That's what it's like loving you
Is the best way to explain
What's it like loving you
Thought you might want to know
It's like standing in the bright sunshine
And basking in it's glow
It's like hearing your favorite song
Played twice in a row on the radio
That's what it's like lov...
~English Garden~
I woke up in an English Garden
With the Lavender in full bloom
My thoughts unconsciously keeping time
To a psychedelic tune
While a caterpillar that looked familiar
Asked about his friend
Who crawled into a blue cocoon
And was never seen again
That's when a butterfly flew to my side
Landing on a mossy rock
Looked at me quite knowingly
And asked me what I thought
I thought about the present
I thought about the past
I thought about the question
The caterpillar asked
I thought about the butterfly
I thought about it thoughtfully
Till I crawled into my own cocoon
Where I too sprouted wings
Now I fly about English Gardens
Mostly in the Spring
Asking people quite knowingly
Exa...
Between Me & The Poem
There's something going on
Between me & the poem
A reason to rhyme
A notion to float
Was it something I read
Something once wrote
That's spinning the time
Between me & the poem
As things continue to grow
Between me & the poem
Call it second sight
A perfect pitched tone
Where it has lead
Or where it's still going
I'm sure we will find
Between me & the poem
I'm holding out hope
Between me & the poem
That I'll find in time
What I already know
In all that's been said
Inside of the fold
With the shedding of light
Between me & the poem
Mommy, Where Does Poetry Come From
Slight twitching of the toes
A shudder of the shins
The knocking of the knees
Is where it all begins
Vibration of the thighs
Through years of cellulite
Swinging of the hips
As it makes it's little trip
Grumbling of the belly
Way deep down inside
Till it moves up in the chest
To the thump of the hearts delight
Shoots straight to the brain
Where it bounces back and forth
Throughout the cracks and crevices
Till it feels it's run its course
Drops down to a lump in the throat
Giving way to speech
Spilling forth for all it's worth
In waves of poetry
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