Art (For Matisse)
copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
I will wake up
And paint with scissors
If that is
What it takes
This is
A blessed day
And these are
The materials
God has
Given me
I can no longer paint
I paint
With scissors
And paper
I roll myself into a room
And begin
Once
Again ..
A Little Peace
(copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
I am just looking for
A little peace
Mon vieux
Here
At the top
Of
The stairs
A little peace
While
The dogs
Bark
At their
Shadows
And the ghosts
Gibber
In their
Shrouds
A little peace
Not to be
Not to
Be
Enlighten me gods
A little village house
By the sea
A loaf of bread...
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Happy birthday SG! You rock!
Off Stage
copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
Why is it
Everything important to me
Seems to happen
Off Stage?
Poetry
Religion
Community
While I stand
Looking out at
Darkness
Fumbling lines
I do not believe
Wearing
An ill-fitting
Costume
The pants
About to fall down.
A lover once
Said to me
You have a lot of talent
But you do not
Take care of
Business...
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Play
copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
Play is not money
Play is not work
Play is shining in the sunshine
Of Play.
Maybe a resounding gong
Or a clanging cymbal
I do not believe
They can move mountains
But what of that
Bang a gong
Get it on
Picasso tried to sing
Over and over
Like he
Was three…
Kayak Poem
(copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
I take my kayak
To the
Lake
Early morning
Headed
For the dam…
A silver mist
Rises up
Over everything
Cattle offstage
Lowing…
I dip my paddle
Into the
Placid water
Relishing this time
Before
The speed boats
And the skiers…
Overhead
One monument
A dead log
Stuck high
In the fork of a tree
From some winter...
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Felicity (copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
It was warm and now
It is cold.
The trees are white
With blossoms
The ground is white
With snow
Ohio weather in a nutshell
April Fools
As a month-long show…
I wish I was in Florianopolis
Though it's almost winter there
With some beauty
Whose smile never wavers
Pretty sure
She would keep me warm.
Amy
copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
She was the beehive queen
And she sang
With a voice
That had never
Been
Seen
She was
Fragile
And troubled
And bought
And
Sold
And she sang
With a voice
That had never
Been
Seen
Frank
Put her
On the map
Black
Put her
In the
Black
And she joined
That stupid club
The one with Jimi
And...
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BCE
Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
A flower flew off
Became a butterfly
Flew to a forest
That became
A field of grass
It was the month of August
But it was all
All
Timeless
A flower flew off
Became
A
butterfly
A flower flew off
Became a butterfly
Scattered my
Scattered thoughts
Up into
A
Perfect
Blue
Sky
Before
The Common
Era
A flower...
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I am an old man
On a bicycle
Pedalling against
The juggernauts
Perhaps
I have always been
An old man
On a bicycle
Pedalling
To the Beat
Of a different
Drummer
Even
When I was young
While bodies
Collided
On various
Grids
And my old man tore his hair out
Over lead
Yes
An old man
On a
Bicycle
