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A walk through the woods

“Two roads diverged in a wood and I -I took the one less traveled and that has made all the difference” – Robert Frost


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The city has its moments yet it is a place of chaos. clock in, clock out, sleep, eat, work. We forget to breathe. We close our eyes and take a deep breath, we listen.

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At first we are met with silence, a gentle breeze rustling our hair. We hear the birds chirp merrily as they build their nests. We stop, kneel, and notice the moss growing on the rocks.

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We walk further and find a path. We follow the path, not knowing where it leads.

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We find a creek and listen to the trickle of water. The sun shines through the canopy of trees and we feel its warmth, a blanket of joy as we lose ourselves in the moment.

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Our steps begin to slow, our panic subsides. Time fades as we continue down our path. And for a moment, we see the world through another’s eyes.


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As I roll out of bed: A short poem by Mike Cole

As I roll out of bed, sheets unmade

I look around, yet find no aid.

My foot gets caught and I fall

I hear a snap, and begin to crawl.

 

I wonder to myself, is this a dream?

Perhaps I’d believe, if I didn’t scream.

I reach for my coffee  while out of bed

Whoops, down goes the coffee on my head.

 

The heat would be refreshing, if it didn’t burn.

My, oh my, when will I ever learn?

 

Let it be told and not unsaid,

this is why I never get out of bed.

 

All I feel is Sorrow

My heart beats but there is no life.

I smile yet the fire is gone…

I reach out a hand and get stabbed with a knife.

My chest tightens yet still I carry on…

 

I ask for help, someone to catch me as I fall.

I close my eyes, and take a deep breath…

I think I’m in a meadow and there are only walls.

My body drags through the dirt, my mind ready for death…

 

Few understand the pain they cause.

And if they do, it’s easier to turn their back…

I try to do right and life keeps digging in her claws.

Life is unkind and every disappointment leaves its cracks…

 

All I feel is sorrow,

Oh how I wish for tomorrow…

 

I tried to write a sonnet: A sonnet by Mike Cole

I tried to write a sonnet

I tried to write a sonnet, I really did.

Hours I worked, yet nothing truly clever.

Iambic pentameter brought that to a skid.

I realize now, a fruitless endeavor.

 

Stressed and unstressed can be tough, what to do?

My first poem never saw the light of day.

I watched the clock and time accrued.

Shakespeare was brilliant, what can I say?

 

If I had my way, every line would rhyme,

Yet I’m committed, this sonnet will be done.

The point of no return has arrived, climb!

All this time spent… I could’ve been seeing sun!

 

Alas, no more shall come of this sad affair.

Awake! Awake now! Wake from this nightmare.


So, if you follow my blog, you’ll be aware that over the last few months I’ve been playing around. Trying out different forms of poetry, starting with free form, then writing limericks, and now a sonnet. If you follow my twitter, I’ve also tried my hands at haiku’s. And I have to say, it’s been fun. With that said, the sonnet sounds easy on paper but is extremely difficult to execute. I wrote and rewrote this multiple times, until I threw up my hands and went from a serious sonnet to a humorous one. I might try again down the road, however, I am content with just writing poetry as I see fit; my research has concluded and I’m excited to officially bring poetry back to my blog. If you’ve been here since the beginning, you might remember ‘Fruitful Fridays’ where I analyzed a poem every week; well, it’s back (not every week, but hopefully at least once a month), except I’m doing the writing and you get to analyze! And as always, let me know what you think. My blog is designed for discussion and I always love hearing your comments!

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An ode to coffee: A limerick by Mike Cole

An Ode to Coffee

Oh, coffee, so bitter and sweet

A hero, to rescue those in defeat

When dreams end, you are there

You are a drink, most fair

But you shall be warned, never reheat.


My second attempt at a poem. I’m currently playing around with different formats and seeing what I like most; as they say, practice makes perfect! I also want to try writing more fiction, however, I am currently researching how to write stories, so it’ll be a bit before I try my hands at it again; it also makes me feel a little awkward and dorky, but hey, nothing wrong with being a dork. Next week I should have another post (it’s at 400 words right now) and I’m keeping it a secret as to not spoil the surprise. I also have a Patreon now, so feel free to support a recent college grad if you can spare a dollar a month. If not, that’s ok, I can still afford rice and potatoes.

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If only for a moment

If only for a moment, the world could stand still

A song, a dance, a chance for little thrills

We dance to a rhythm, poetic and dry

Then comes a moment, where we wonder why we tried.

 

If only for a moment, we could sing a happy tune

Before we realize, it ends too soon

Our heart grows bitter with every dance

Then comes a moment, a second chance.

 

If only for a moment, we could make a moment last

Before it turns sour, before its harassed

Alas, night turns to dawn

Then comes a moment, and the moment is gone.


My first attempt at poetry, so sorry if it’s not great! I’m hoping to write more poems in the future, so let me know what you think. Comment below if you want me to write about any specific subject material. Feel free to share this post and as always, thanks for reading!

Fruitful Friday

Another Year! Another Deadly Blow – William Wordsworth

Another year! Another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare to struggle with the Foe.
‘Tis well! From this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought;
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.

This is such a great poem. The reason I chose it is because this has been a tough year for me. I’ve done a lot of growing up as an individual and I had a huge set-back that I still quite haven’t bounced back from. As the story goes, the perfect internship was a handshake away but due to a little hesitation I lost a great opportunity for the summer. Alas, this is a story for another day.But the point I wanted to make is that by learning to accept responsibility and keep going after failure is a beautiful thing. If I had to chose my favorite aspect of people, it would be their ability to keep going no matter what happens to them. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

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