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Linz Nov 2015
Fields of green
Tall blades of grass
The dew of the morning still making it shine
    and sparkle from the bright sun

In the far yonder sheep peacefully stray
United as a pact
Never leaving each others side
White and beautiful

Off to the side
Where the thunder always stays
The sun never shines
One sheep is astray

She isn't beautiful or graceful
Her coat black and matted
Her hooves cracked and her eyes dark

She tries to join the family
But is tied tight to the fence of
Humility and shame
The black sheep will never be good enough
To be wanted or proud

The pact only allows
Sheep that are perfect
There's no room for the one
Who fell astray one day

Why can't they just see
That all she desires is to be wanted
To feel love and not shamed
And never again be taunted
  Nov 2015 Linz
Jude kyrie
A long long time ago
Before digital took over the planet.
My grandfather was  an airman in WW2.
He never dropped a single bomb
or even fired a weapon in that war..
He was a bit of a pacifist
live and let live was his way.
Instead he aimed camera lenses
at the Germans snapping their country
on his belly lay on the planes belly.

At the airbase in the UK he printed his photographs.
enough to cover an airfield.
He met an English lady in the darkroom.
They printed their photographs together
mixing fixer and developer.
She got used to his crooked smile and big hands
He got used to her being there.
When the war ended he returned to the states
and opened a camera and photography shop.
He built a darkroom by hand
when it was finished he went back to England
on a cargo ship
and found the lady from in the darkroom.
he asked her to marry him
and she accepted.
when they returned to New York
he showed her the darkroom he built for them.
On the door was a note
held by a thumbtack
It said I fell in love with you
in the dark
but I want you to follow the light
with me for the rest of our lives.

A year later my dad was born
with a crooked smile and big hands
and also his love of photography.
He had the eye for
color and shadow and light.
After I was born I did not follow the
love of photography.
But would get into trouble at school
for writing poems in the margins
of my work books.
I found grandmas note that was
pinned on the darkroom door
she passed a way a few weeks ago.
And I was moved to tell this story.
Follow the light Grandma love.
look for a big man with a crooked smile
and big hands hes waiting for you.
  Nov 2015 Linz
WordWerks
a butterfly flirts with me

she stands before me
but turns when i look

then

she fans herself
like a spanish dancer
teases her audience

i wonder if she knows
how captivated i am
by her alluring ways

or

how i'd do anything
to hold on to this
moment

i can only pray
please stay
  Nov 2015 Linz
John michalski
Monsters are never born they are created--jm.

Stand up for what is right.
Never let someone tell you that you shouldn't follow your dreams,
Just do it.
If your gay embrace it.
If your different embrace it.
This is life make the best out of it,
For we only get one life to live.
You can follow me on hello poetry if you like my work.
I will be publishing my book soon.
(More than words) poetry.
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