Don't ever...(A warning in monorhyme)

My dear friend
don't ever bitch and moan.
For the
fading constant drone
Of men and woe
will leave you constant, alone.

Memory's Lane

Going down memory's lane
Some find it be profane
To recall all those things
that the lane brings.

Not I though, it's surely
sweet to summon purely
for a few trifling laughs
once ill-considered gaffes.

give to me

give to me, this green earth
to fill it, with gentle mirth.

Yet mirth, unaccounted for
makes one an insufferable bore.

So that road we shall not take,
just cut the lawn and rake

the clippings and leaves so green.
For days still thunder behind screens.

Hide you must, those squall feelings,
till by bed you are kneeling

Lost in thought, allez, pray deep.
Could you give your soul to keep?

Michael EK McCullough
7/2009

To Keats

Indeed my friend
(if I may call you that)
your life was too short
for words.

Your finely poised beauty,
Indeed, above all,
was chosen to share
with us.

Never will I look
over some soggy day,
to think of the ones
you've lost.

Elm Trees

Your beautiful bark
and sinewy shape,
How perfectly it
holds the light.

Those rounded leaves
and tiny branches
keep the billows
of blustery wind.

On Coffee

Bubbling over in your black pot
It's easy to see what you're not.

To me, you see, you're quite all.
In your foam it's written you shall,

You shall be very dearly capable
Of setting the world's own table,

And making some fun of life.
But before I do wife,

I shall sip you, black,
And turn a frown on it's trite back.

Michael McCullough
3/13/09

On Marshall's Afro-Cuban Lullaby

Flowers peek over the hill and
drift down their scent to you and I.

Given to and won over by
this ever plodding game of love.

Nightly I beg the stars, go
give me over, to fulfill my desires.

And all this while your sparkling
fingers pickle me out this taut tune.

Michael McCullough
3/10/09

A sleepy lil' clerk am I

A sleepy lil' clerk am I,
And in this tiny sty
I shall work until I die.

But not before I thrill,
for me they cannot kill,
to shrieking sounds at will.

Michael Evan Kerry McCullough
January '09

Ma First Post

Hello,

I normally blog over @ http://www.evankerry.wordpress.com about certain things such as Literaryness, Art, and some random poetry. Here I guess I will just lay out my writings and plans for writings. I have some ideas for books and short novels maybe a couple plays even.

Thank you,

Michael Evan Kerry McCullough