LOVE IS THE ESSENCE OF BEING

Where does love
Come from and why?
Some seek forever…
Some barely try…
While love finds them

We know love’s
Not a luxury…but
The cost can be so high
As necessary as air…
Without, we slowly die

Our spirits know
When they are
Matched…don’t they?
Lives completed
Side by side…
It’s what we need

© 2016 Robert Mihaly

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Responding to:
Love Is A Magic Ray – A poem by Khalil Gibran

Love is a magic ray
emitted from the burning core
of the soul
and illuminating
the surrounding earth.

It enables us
to perceive life
as a beautiful dream
between one awakening
and another.

Kahlil Gibran

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TRUTH IN PLAIN SIGHT

It’s a hard life
She thought…
Her children
Growing older
Mostly out of
Her sight

If God has a plan
For each of us
What’s the point
Of what He planned
For her life?
Pain from the start

Parents who didn’t
Protect her from abuse
Left her abandoned
They ran wild…
Hardly would know
They cared at all

Is it any wonder
To see her fail
When children
Came into her life?
What did anyone expect?
Her life long ago wrecked

We say He has a plan?
Maybe some could believe
But the evidence so far
Comes far short…
Maybe…despite wishes
To the contrary…it’s all
A random sick joke

 
© 2016 Robert Mihaly
 

UNINTENDED COOL

Mellowed by life
And its variety of
Never-ending
Slings & arrows
I settled into what?
A state of Zen?
 
Not that daily affairs
Can’t get my goat
Or get me down…
I never claimed
To be so perfect…
Just that I try hard
To be easy-going
In a topsy-turvy world
 
When most flows upward
Contrary to science
I do my best to
Understand what
I can change or not
And how to adapt
 
What is both easy & hard
Changing myself…
To find my place and
To live my own life
No stress on or from others

I guess that’s cool enough 

© 2016 Robert Mihaly

RENEWAL

A rough space
A gem in the rough
A studio-to-be
In a gem of a building
Built in the early 20th Century
Then left to decline
A pair of starving artists
Intending to set
The world on fire
 
A pile of pieces from
Salvaged walls
Oak & pebbled glass
Would make a classy
Office…on the cheap
The only big cost…
Time…to strip old paint
Assembling oak walls &
Newly painted panels
 
But best plans & such
The collaboration
Went astray…just as
The building must be
Left behind…
Demolition an option
But saved at last
Cheap studio gone
But history remains
 
 
The Tower Press Building, Cleveland, Ohio
On the National Registry of Historic places
Built in 1907 for H. Black Co.
Now rebuilt as urban lofts
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HAREM SHAREM

It was an ice cream sundae
Memorable for all time
Large enough for two
With everything sublime
Called the Harem Sharem
 
Ice cream…several flavors
Syrups, whipped cream,
Nuts and a cherry on top
Eaten with two spoons
(Hers and mine)
 
The restaurant is long gone
And so is that someone special
We parted, found our own ways
But memories linger…even

As new ones are made

BLINDSIDED

You danced in the ring
A gaudy display of pride
But did you not think

There are consequences?

You’ll always lavish
Yourself with the spoils
Paper over all the

Dirty details

Were it possible
I’d blacklist you
But why should I

Waste time

When this poor vessel
Must now work
Tooth and nail
Simply to survive
No sympathy when
You get your due
 
© 2016 Robert Mihaly
 
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TIME FOR ME

When is it time for me?
A life as dutiful son
Faithful husband

Caring father…

Born at a time
When so many others
Came into being

Gave lesser opportunities

Boomers get blamed
For many sins…but it’s
Largely that we didn’t want
The lives of our
Mothers and fathers…

To become prematurely old

They were touted…called
The “Greatest Generation”
Their leaders led us astray
And we said…
“Hell no, we won’t go!”

Selfish? No…sensible

We didn’t believe
The self-serving lies
Why should we die

For their mistakes?

They had the lives
Of leisure…at the end…
We see a world of
Everlasting war…
Their world still has teeth

Will we see the end?

The planet handed to us
We see it dying…
And yet their false prophets
Say full speed ahead…
Until our Mother Earth is dead?

Fuck it! It’s time for me!

LAST CHANCE

Tell me please
This isn’t my
Last gasp…
Right?
I’m not ready
To give up

The fight

Life falling short
Did I ask too much
Or was I in the
Wrong time?
Often thinking
Born too early…

Or too late?

Take a number
Please hold
For the next
Available
Representative
It can’t be the
Sum of life…
I want more
And I want

It NOW!

BORN AGAIN

You tell me
You’ve been
Born again…
But I don’t
Understand

Why should
I believe you
Even if you
Say you can…
So answer

Was there
Something
About your
First birth?
Do you hold it
Against your
Mother?
Maybe you
Should sue…

You make it
Seem ’twas
Necessary
But you did it
By choice

Just between
You and me…
I think it’s all
A bunch of noise…
Keep it to yourself

 

© 2016 Robert Mihaly

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IN MY DEFENSE

In my defense
I don’t need
To justify my
Feelings…
They’re
Very real
Very raw

 

I also
Needn’t
Apologize
To one who
Wronged me
When I only
Sacrificed

 

My dreams
All became
Secondary
To insatiable
Demands…for
Things I could
Barely bear

 

Now I seek
Restitution…
I can’t reclaim
Times and dreams
Gone by…kaput
By I claim my
Independence

 

My mind now free
Of that
Which binds
It’s in my
Attitude…
Here you see
The signs