"Bouta Poem

 'Bouta Poem

So,....

You'd like to write a poem

But you haven't got a clue

On what to write about

It's not to be concerning

It's really very simple

You take a word or more

And spread them cross the floor

It doesn't need to rhyme

Or fall in line with time

And you need not hesitate

Cause I know that you'll do great

Here's a useful trick

To help the juices flow

Never get your noggin stuck

Or pinned against a wall

Just find a way around the jam

By using buttered scones and ham

There are no rules for writing poems

Ride the waves and make it fun

Or take a walk and head in deep 

Or dream up prose at noontime sleep

No matter how you come at it

I know that you'll do great

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

July 04, 2022

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The Last Decade

The Last Decade

I have spent the last decade in the practice of healing and enlightenment of all physical and invisible elements of my whole, bringing me to write a novel of intellectual instruction for others to step off from. There are so many wonderful directions you can choose and actions to engage in. I would say the three most important paths to orientate you inner-self toward would be that of honesty, humility, and forgiveness. This is a perfect appetizer to compliment the feast that surely follows. For me, It's important to start simple, avoiding the trap that overwhelms my thought. Too much of a good thing can be very harmful. But yes, all of the aforementioned wonders do hold unique purposes and placement in the universe. Beyond all perception is the essence of pure energy and truth that will guide those who ask for assistance. What is it that you seek?

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

October 07, 2021

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Happy Not Because

Happy Not Because

I am happy 

Not because

The sky is blue

And not because 

I stopped the booze

It's none of these

Forgive me please

And it's not because 

I am not sad

And not because

Life is so rad

No I say

No No No

The reason is 

So simple see

I'm happy because

I chose to be

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

October  31, 2021

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Im A Rock Star

I'm A Rock Star

Surviving is for victims

I'm not a victim

But instead, I'm a rock star

Living in the light

I see the truth

I know only happiness

I am beyond hope

And destitution

And worry

I stand for love

And high vibration

Connected to all that exists

And all that does not 

I am filled with love and nothing

All my windows and doors 

Are open to me-the-soul

Come with me and celebrate together

We are strong when we are united

And together we shall be 

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

January 22, 2022

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Lab In China

Lab In China

One of many human beings 

Controlled by evil

Working in a lab in China

Released a sinister biological weapon 

Upon the globe we all call home

And destroyed any signs 

Of normalcy and functionality 

Within our world and turning it dark  

Nonetheless, the light will always prevail 

And in time, all will be revealed

The end of evils reign is fast approaching

But this means that evil's strength is growing too

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

January 27, 2022

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Without An Owner

 Without An Owner

Stuff without an owner

Remains unanimated

Lifeless and still

A human without any stuff

Remains limitless

Alive and mobile

When the mind is empty

And the soul is captain

Only then 

Can one's true purpose

Be realized 

And pure freedom be the present

But the mind is only as empty 

As the stores that we hoard 

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

February 08, 2022

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Poo-Tin

 Poo-Tin

What we have here is a Tin full of Poo

If you not careful it will spill onto you

The tin has been opened

The stench burns our eyes

Who now should rush in

But his army of flies

They chomp and they chew

Bombing our homes

We try to fight back 

With our sticks and our stones

They take what they want

They feast on our dung

And guzzle the blood 

From our terrified young

Oh what a mess from the Poo in that Tin

It would seem that the past 

Has come back as a twin

It's hard to believe that 

This may in fact be

The fourth hand-me-down

From war number three

It's hard to deny or even ask why

But the time will soon come

When the Poo will run out

 And the tin will be gone

There isn't a doubt 

Decomposition cannot be denied

The soil will sweeten

New home will be built

The Poo in the Tin

Will turn into soil 

And then into silt

The End 

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

March 03, 2022

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