TO BREATHE AGAIN

Bewildered…
I sought naught but
To simplify…
Do you think
That’s easy?
I didn’t…
And DAMN!
I was right…
All I want now
Is a chance
To breathe again
 
©  2018 Robert Mihaly
 
DAILY PROMPTS prompt for 2/9/18: SIMPLIFY
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DOING MY BEST

In these trying times
We can only do our best
To hold ourselves together
When it feels like the world
Is totally falling apart…
I wait eagerly for Spring
The arrival of signs
Of life renewed is uplifting
 
The crocuses are
Among the first arrivals
Along with other flora
Whose names escape me
It isn’t until the tulips
Are fully flowering
That I know the
Long hard Winter
Is finally behind us
 
Summer will come soon,
Too soon…with more heat
Than a body can bear…
Am I the only one who would
Pick either Spring or the Fall
And stay forever there?
In the meantime…tell me
When tulip time’s here!
 

YESTERDAY / TODAY

How horrible
Must it have been
In the days of sailing ships
To hear of the illness
Of a dear one far away
Knowing there was
Little chance of helping…
Leaving a helpless feeling
A gnawing at the gut…
Now we think we’re
Instantly connected…
But despite all the pride
In modern conveniences
Many things can make them fail
I know how it feels…do you…
When desire to show you care
And opportunity don’t coincide?
 

SHOCK TO THE SYSTEM

A shock to the system…
All was going well…getting better
Then suddenly, a reversal of fortune
 
Not that everything was headed
Backward from the start…
Not that everyone experienced
Exactly the same…but the day came when
Nothing that was working mattered
The wrecking ball was loosed
 
Lies aplenty, belying all we saw
Lies great and small…
Whether self-serving or mean
Could be counted on
Day after day…with
Never an apology
 
In shock…a great nation
Became less so…
Backing away from friends
And embracing enemies
 
What did we have to lose?
Everything, as we came to know
 
© 2018 Robert Mihaly
 

WE’RE NOT ALL ALIKE

In my lifetime
We’ve had the expression
“The Organization Man”,
The idea of conformity as a
Positive attribute…
The problem for me is
Though not a square peg,
I don’t fit in a round hole…
I’ve always preferred freeform
 
I’ll acknowledge good reasons
Exist for conformity…
We drive on the right
For obvious reasons
But tell that to a Brit…
We aren’t clones of a
Single person…and even
Twins have differences
 
Label me if you must
But you should know
That in a heartbeat
I can do the opposite
Of what you expect…
You’re not me…I’m not you
We’ll do what we learned to do
Or…better yet…what we decided
You should know…there IS
A difference between the two
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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AFTER SUNSET

Wondering what it means
That I’ve always preferred the dark
 
After sunset, when it’s mostly quiet
There’s a peace that reaches
Deep into my soul…
 
In a visual world, there’s
Less that I can see…
But I rarely miss those things
When the world is sleeping
And I am still wide awake
 
Other senses heightened…
I hear the softest sounds amplified
Louder sounds are totally
Out of place…undesired
 
In the dark…the best sound…
The soft sound of her
Breathing beside me…sleeping
The only break in the silence
That I’ll forever desire
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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WHEN FUCKS FLY

Sad, depressed…and angry
All at the same time…
A full house of pain…and
I’m watching as the cards
Are dealt off the
Bottom of the deck…
They say the house always wins
But what if I burned it down?
Pushed too long and too hard…
The “fuck you’s” pile up…
Maybe it’s time to
Just let them fly

 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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I FINALLY FOUND MY VOICE

Writing was always something I did…
On occasion…only when the need arose
I heard my sister repeat many times
What someone had told her…
Everyone has at least one novel inside them
Maybe yes…maybe no…we’ll see…
But time rolls on…and time is not a friend
I’ve lived long enough to learn
Not everything you want will come to be
Too often you get none of the above
But when I sat down to write a poem
After many years avoiding them
The dam of suppressed feeling broke
Is that enough for a sustained stint
Of pounding on the keyboard?
Don’t hold your breath…
But less likely things have happened
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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ACROSS THE SKY

Closeness doesn’t come
Only through proximity
Sometimes there’s none at all
Or it never feels real…
Lesson learned the hard way
But what now…
If you can’t count
On knowing the one
Beside you…
What can you know
Of one across the sky,
Of one across the sea,
Of one across the world?
All you can have is faith
That they’re true to their word
Without that…there’s nothing
I don’t want…nothing
I’ve already got the hat
And it doesn’t fit
I want the real thing
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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HAVE WE BECOME CHILDREN?

As children we had a tendency to want to know, long before we got there, how the story ended. And so it goes into adulthood? I’d hope not. Does it only occur to me that this attempt, horribly successful lately, to decide the ending and work to that end is the same thing? There are many examples, but one stands out. We know that one of our political parties has a limited time to be competitive in our politics, working against minorities of all races and backgrounds while those groups’ numbers rise. So their backers decided what they want to be the happy ending…for them…and demand results. That’s what we’re living with now, but with one exception. Those wealthy people with their fingers on the scale didn’t factor in an outlier…a totally unreal “reality TV” personality, actually barely able to operate a business, managing to use the language of populism to fool enough people to take the top prize. In a novel, such a character would be beyond belief. Yet, there he is.

Wouldn’t you think that only disaster would result? Well, it has…and it gets worse daily. The most perverse motivation, revenge, has taken the day, and all the good done in recent years is being undone. Though not their hero, this outlier is doing the bidding of the wealthy, even while they surely must have the deepest scorn for him. And the outlier Congress, brought to office through tricks, mirrors, and lies, again is proving that their party knows not how to govern…a fine kettle of fish.

Read what Libertarians wanted to do in 1980, and you’ll see today’s agenda. Their shopping list was endless…and totally mean-spirited. But all of it is now on the table, with the outlier party now leading the charge. Should they rename themselves the Outliar Party? The ending they have in mind for us is not pleasant, except for them. They make money, as we are marginalized. Time is of the essence for them to bring it about. But they need the help of people they intend to give the shaft to. You’d think those people would inform themselves…would wake up and see that there’s no limit to the harm that would be so willingly inflicted, even upon those who gave them power. But, as they whittle away at democracy, people are just becoming discouraged and giving up…or siding with the party wielding the blade.

If the story is already written, I fear the ending may be worse than I imagined just a short time ago. So, whatever you do, don’t tell me how it ends. I can always hope for a rewrite that way. 

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