"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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When I Was Old

 When I Was Old

When I was old, very very old indeed

I danced a good dance, when I was old

But now today I'd have to say

My fancy feet are very cold

And cannot find their way

They're waiting for the summer sun

To bring undone this cold and wicked day

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

April 08, 2022

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Happy Easter Prayer

 Happy Easter Prayer

May the good lord look kindly upon you all and with his hands heal whatever needs to be healed from the words that you have spoken through your heart to God himself. May your blessings be of many, out-weighing your woes and your worries that may be present in your life, lending way for the light of God to flow freely into your life allowing you to see what needs to be let go of and the courage and the strength to do what needs to be done. I may not have much else to give you so I hope this prayer will do.

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

April 16, 2022

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A Pickle Mind

 A Pickle Mind

Have you ever talked to the silence? 

It's like sending a text, receiving no response 

from the one you thought was your friend,

from the one you thought was your family.

Until one day they turned the other way altogether

Just because 

-- They had a bad day/a bad life -- 

A pickle mind 

-- a fickle pickle they had dined --

A pity, nonetheless, but a new day will

begin again followed by another, until

there is no more "again" 

Until 'begin" becomes the end. 

And the "end" become "again" 

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

April 24, 2022

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Resting By The Fire

 Resting By The  Fire

Hues of swirling orange flame

Tethered to a bed of glowing red embers

Warms the room safely contained

In a box of steal and glass

As the fire slowly fades away

The hot steal cools and groans

Clink-pa-ping-ta-ting

The cold will soon 

Invite itself inside again

But I'll be fast asleep by then

Lullabied by the heavy rains

Beating down upon the metal roof

Soothed by the voice of singing chimes

Moved by the wind

Carrying dreams into my mind

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

April 26, 2022

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Wedded To Absurd

 Wedded To Absurd

Almighty is her pen

Upon the eyes that've seen

Written words and their spaces

Laced with weapons in-between

A voice that grabs attention

But is vaguely ever heard

Can a man be truly happy

If he's wedded to absurd?

Will my life still be my own

Asked the man to the bird?

All she said was...

I'll be happy

When your life is by the balls

As you wife then life is happy

Standing tall to all my calls

But if you dare to ever wonder

Past the line that Id consider

Any less that what's suffice

I'll remind you that I'll dice them

To the floor then they will fall

You'll never really figure 

What pulls upon my trigger

If you never care to listen 

To the pain behind my wall

Maybe then you'd understand 

But I love you even though

I can feel you letting go

All he said was...

What's for dinner, I am hungry

Can't you see that I'll feel better

When I'm out there in the pasture 

Letting loose and running free

I am man I can't explain

Your demands drive me insane

Deep inside I love you too

My action they are many

My words may be too few

Please Please Please

Just love me as I am

Forgive me I am man

Why can't we both be happy

Living wedded hand-in-hand

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

May 01, 2022

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Reasoning To A Perfect Seasoning

 Reasoning To A Perfect Seasoning

I wonder...

Could it be that everything

Has already been written

Invented, discovered, experienced

And even thought of 

For that matter?

If this is true,

Would there then be

Nothing left to live for?

Would it mean that

Life for everyone

Would simply just vanish

And begin again?

Where then would it start?

And how and by whom?

Or maybe it wouldn't begin again at all,

As it was truly the end of life as we know it

Never to return for all of eternity.

An interesting thought that has

Certainly been asked  by many 

That have come before.

But seriously, when is the end 

Of the human race coming, if ever?

 

Is it possible that there is no end?

And if there isn't 

And everything has been done before

What then would the humans do?

I guess they could just do it all again

Over and over until they just  

Couldn't take it any more.

But, what fun would that be.

Isn't the idea of living life 

Suppose to be about finding enjoyment

And purpose?

That's what I was taught to believe

And I certainly do my best to achieve this.

If one thing doesn't do it for me,

I just move on to the next. 

A simple method of deduction,

that I have been doing 

for as long as I can remember. 

How about you.

What is your reasoning 

To a perfect seasoning

To life? 

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

May 03, 2022

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If I Don't Ever Try

 If I Don't Ever Try

I raise my glass, and back down again

Asking myself, what have I been thinking?

I couldn't possibly lay fault on anyone else but myself

And yet, if I don't have a soul,

Am I truly to blame?

Forgive me for asking, 

Where then did I go?

Reduced to a shell

Wondering aimlessly, so

I was told here I'll stay

Until I get old

I don't like it in here

It's terribly dark

I've become so complacent

How did this all start?

My skin has gone clammy

No light in my heart

The worst of it is, I'm destroying myself

Drinking this liquor, that makes me feel funk

I'm told by my peers. I've become an old drunk

I'd like to go back

To my soul now instead

But, I can't find my way 

Through the fog in my head

Can anyone hear me?

Is help on it's way?

That's not how it works

I'm beginning to think

It would seem my whole life

Has flashed by in a blink

Maybe its me

Who makes the first move

Maybe I'm the one

Who holds the power to choose

I need to find courage to change out of this faze,

Forgive from within, discard my old ways. Will it

Be easy, will it be hard, to make a new life when

Emotionally scared? 

With so many questions 

And needs to know why, 

How could I know

If I don't ever try?

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

May 08, 2022

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Palm Of My Hand

      

Palm Of My Hand

          In the beginning of every new day I turn on the kettle to boil water for a cup of Yerba Mate tea. I place my pillow and folded-comforter against the wall to use as a backrest to lean upon, while sipping away... pondering my very existence. Click, click goes the virtual keys on the cell-phone that I hold in the palm of my hand, tapping each letter one by one, carefully spelling out my thoughts onto the tiny screen before me. What could all this mean? And, what, if any, purpose does it hold? In the moment, it would seem that it means absolutely nothing but, inversely, could it be that these series of simple words strung together by empty spaces, in fact assist in shaping the future that may or may-not one day manifest into existence? Is it possible that I have always been the creator of my past, present and future, unbenounced to my very own consciousness? If this is true, I'd have no one to blame for my numerous failures or congratulate me for even fewer successes, other than myself. Am I responsible for nudging my life along to where I am today?  Is this an awakening to a revelation that would serve as a means to self-metamorphosis granting control of all future forth comings? What great power I would then hold in the palm of my hand. Never again would undesirable outcomes of unpredictability hold sway over my fate or destiny. What changes would you make if you had the power to control the outcome of your future?

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

May 03, 2022

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