Mike Acker Poems
|2.||My New Found Friends||9/30/2013|
|4.||The Native Couple||9/30/2013|
|5.||The Midnight Thief||10/12/2013|
|7.||The Black Fly||11/12/2013|
|12.||Do I Love You?||3/23/2014|
|13.||Oil On Canvas||3/28/2014|
|14.||First And Last||3/30/2014|
|18.||Lamont P. And His Fellow Mediocrities||4/12/2014|
|22.||Man On The Move||4/19/2014|
|25.||For The Taking||4/22/2014|
|34.||Theater Of The Absurd||11/12/2014|
|36.||Time Of Death||11/20/2014|
The Crazy Woman
I met a crazy woman,
not long ago.
We quickly hit it off.
We walked and we talked.
We hugged and
we kissed and we loved.
And all along,
I suspected she might be
just a bit less sane than me.
The things she'd say,
and the things she'd do,
all convinced me,
more and more,
that I was just
a bit saner than she.
I could never explain,
to myself or to others,
why I loved her so.
Until, one day,
I happened to glimpse
a reflection of myself.
And the look in my eyes
suddenly made me clearly see
why this crazy ...
If, I were the Creator for a day,
what kind of woman would I then create?
Who would she be? What would she have to say?
For looks, I may start with straight, darkened hair.
Her warmth-filled eyes would be a chestnut brown.
I would then make her skin most soft and fair.
For height, I may give her an inch or two