Michelle Claus


Michelle Claus Poems

1. 2cellos 4/26/2014
2. We Can Meet 5/13/2014
3. Chronic Pain, Part 1 3/28/2014
4. O Laundry! 4/2/2014
5. Wild Crone 6/9/2014
6. Desire 6/19/2014
7. Vagabond 6/22/2014
8. Rise, Grandma 6/24/2014
9. Rider 6/25/2014
10. Haiku - Graffiti 7/2/2014
11. Therapy 7/7/2014
12. On Writing 7/11/2014
13. Dear Kids Of 21st Century, 7/18/2014
14. For Robin Williams, Whose Creative Mind I Admired 8/11/2014
15. Age 42, In Haiku 8/26/2014
16. Harvest Moon 9/9/2014
17. Dental Blues 9/12/2014
18. It Is Never The Same Place Twice 9/22/2014
19. Spine Of Mine 9/26/2014
20. October Clouds 10/1/2014
21. Whiskers' Tale 10/8/2014
22. Ghoulish Trick 10/10/2014
23. Haiku (Regarding A Snail Trail) 10/18/2014
24. Halloween Riddle 10/23/2014
25. A Little Word Therapy 2/25/2015
26. Double Ducks 2/27/2015
27. To The Hero Of The Day 2/13/2015
28. Snail 3/10/2015
29. Haiku - Jacaranda 4/2/2015
30. Haiku - Moth 4/2/2015
31. Seagull Steals The Chips 4/9/2015
32. Treasure 4/12/2015
33. Alpine Skirtain 4/13/2015
34. Haiku - Little Red Birdhouse 4/13/2015
35. I Married A Scotsman Named Martin 4/16/2015
36. Molting 4/21/2015
37. Fatigue 4/21/2015
38. An Ancient Paintbrush Bled 4/24/2015
39. Dear Poetry, 4/27/2015
40. Last Will And Testament 4/29/2015
Best Poem of Michelle Claus

Alexander The Great

(When my son and I studied world history together, we enjoyed the legend of Alexander the Great. In that spirit, I composed this poem.)

There once was a Macedon lad
Whose mind was a trifling mad.
At twelve years of age,
He fancied it sage
To render Bucephalus glad.

The boy on his horse would aspire
To better his average sire.
King Philip was mild
Compared to his child,
Whose spirit consumed like a fire.

At twenty, the bellicose man
Embarked on a grandiose plan.
With dagger and shield
And soldiers to wield
His empire swelled quite a ...

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Chronic Pain, Part 1

you’re an uninvited guest
and my spine is your reluctant host
here you are, all ensconced in my body’s
pivot point
I wish you’d quit this joint

you waltzed right in
and couched in my vertebrae
you kicked up your feet on the cushion

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