Back To Being Me (sonnet)
Looking back to a time when you were mine,
Superficial thoughts supposed, I resign.
No fight left in me, don't want to malign,
Conceding, campaign in a state of decline.
For those who don't know me, seems I lack spine;
For those that know me well, it's about time.
Not sure how I got this down, by design?
Comfort zone of late, shadows, time to shine.
Wasted borrowed time, built a hollow shrine;
How two went into one, just can't define;
Clear now, my chosen two can't intertwine.
I might, if asked, like some cheese with my whine.
Go where I'm wanted, things will work out fine;
Stop the world and let me on... my punch line.
Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site... http://myketodd.blogspot.com/
Very nice Michael
ReplyDeleteI think we could rap to this...want to make a video?
Deanna... I was rapping long before I was poming. YES to a video, if you will star in it.
DeleteOh, and... Nice FRISTING !!!
I love to be frist! ;)
DeleteAnd I'd love to star in your video...
*shaking jewelry box up-side down
looking for gold chain w/tacky medallion*
Never mind that jewelry box, Deanna. We will go to the mall and hit all the best kiosks, and you can sport all new stuff. That is what budgets are for.
DeleteYou're shining quite well with this poem, Michael. ☺ I especially liked this: "wasted borrowed time". Haven't we all been there?
ReplyDeleteI spend a lot of quality time there, Debbie, in that mode.
DeleteThanks so much for visiting here. This is a happening place.
Nice work, Michael. I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thank you for your very kind words, Maurice. Happy TGIF.
DeleteThis is one fine job and I love the wordplay at the cheese line, not cheesy but perfect. Well done again, Myke!
ReplyDeleteThank you, oh so much, Alba Leigh. I had to smile at that one, too.
DeleteThis floors Myke. If you are going whine , then shine with a rhyme of beauty in a sonnet so fine
ReplyDeleteStormy
Stormy... You are going to get me started all over again. Good. :)
DeleteI rapped this for my kids. They asked me if my brain was hurting. My gosh... it is! Fun read.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Carter. Even I do not try to speak this one aloud.
DeleteWelcome to Whispers, my home away from home, so to speak.
This is an INSTANT classic!!! I am eagerly awaiting the video of you & Deanna, with all that Mr. T gold medallion bling. Bring it, my friend!!! Much love.... and I'll have a little cheese with my whine too please! * wink wink* :)
ReplyDeleteColleen... the video will just feature Deanna, brandishing a microphone, in place of her famous iced tea glass. I will just be one of the guys wearing dark robes, chanting a druid bass line, like some sort of human beat box.
DeleteThanks so much for visiting me here, our on The Moors, on my weekend get away. Now, would you prefer red or white, M'Lady?
This is strong and confident poetry, Mike
ReplyDeleteThank you muchly, Seb, for your generous overview. I appreciate it, Sir.
Deleteas I read, I pictured myself kicking up dust down a winding road, and I could see you walking resolutely, just around a bend, just a breath away
ReplyDeleteAnna... You have left me breathless. I really need that one you are holding for me. I will be right there. :)
DeleteAh Myke, you seem to have quite the fan club. Perhaps, whilst thou art basking in the depths of "borrowed time" - thou art submitting to the passions of thy muse. in which case producing magical words and journeys such as "Back To Being Me"...... my final update response is WOW! Sheri
ReplyDeleteSheri... I would be lost without my support group.
Delete..... and, I might add very clever with the right touch of cynicism and humor. Yes, and life does go on....................
ReplyDeleteSheri... I am cynical to a fault and cryptic even in the cold light of day. I do work on spinning all that toward a clever end. Sometimes it works, other times, not so well. ;)
DeleteIsn't it something Michael that we can run from many things but not from ourselves. Clever poem. Enjoyed reading it! Best wishes, ~Chris
ReplyDeleteYour analogy is spot on, Chris... but still, we run on and on... Thanks for stopping by. That was very sweet of you.
Deletequite a rhyming rapping right on rite !!! good job ole man!!
DeleteMany thanks to the Lovely Linda. :)
DeleteI love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks bunches, Barbi-Kay.
Deletevery clever Michael
ReplyDeleteMaureen
Thank you, Miss Maureen.
DeleteWow! Stop your world and let me on! Loved your poem Michael. Thank you for another great write and for sharing your amazing talent. You are surely "wanted" here on Whispers.
ReplyDeleteCharlene
Thanks, Charlene... It is good to feel wanted. I love it here.
DeleteMyke,
ReplyDeleteI cannot tell you here in this forum how this hit me.
Fantastic write this is in so many ways!
Dave
Dave... since you did tell me off line, let me take this opportunity to wish you nothing but success, as you venture forth.
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