Andrew Michaels

Andrew Michaels Poems

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How long this cold winter night
How deep the snow upon the ground
This blanket covers soft and white
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she could not save the morning-light
not the cold world made with pain
not for the penny's worth of pride
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he's a street poet all over again
knowing the hardness of pain
his wisdom is in this sad refrain:
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i don't want to play/stay out in left field
the ball never comes my way
i don't want to learn in school
the rules get all the say
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Let me tell you love's every thing
Let me fulfill your heart's desire
You say you want to hear an angel sing
You want to taste the enchanting fire
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For no more meaning, than the meaning hence
Should love be such, than not so for its offense
That the nothing less, should mean so much now
Nor given relevance, for what was lost somehow
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'Tis but a space in measured time
'Tis but a world that curse implies
'Tis but a hope in sharp decline
'Tis but a share that chance denies
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If only for the waking moment
I could well remember then...
And all the same sad replies
From where they knew when...
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I see the day-glow sky
With sojourn clouds I fly
You're all invited too
To race the morning dew
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I shall state and pursue my testament
And as all men-I shall walk alone
In creation's reverence, her deepest woes
I shall stand upon the highest throne
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Andrew Michaels Biography

This is the part I hate, I would rather suffer Shakspeare's slings and arrows, than post a biography of myself but, here it goes: My favorite female poet is Sylvia Plath and my favorite male is Dylan Thomas, I also favor Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Percy Bysshe Shelley. As my birth-date reads I'm turning 51 this month and well, before I'm worm food I thought I would test the waters of the world wide web... I'm a whole lot new on the internet, as I always thought it a very incapable speaking tool, yet now I know different. I preform and recite my poetry in several coffee houses and have (self-published three books of poetry, I also studied and teach poetry at college as that is where I learned about the net. I am also my own worse critic as I take to my craft seriously (sometimes too much) . I look forward to reading new material as I adventure across the ever widening web. Your friend Andrew Michaels)

The Best Poem Of Andrew Michaels

Winter To Spring And Spring To Winter

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How long this cold winter night
How deep the snow upon the ground
This blanket covers soft and white
This wind blows cold a hoary sound

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How shadowed the sky, gray and bare
How shallow a sun once true and bright
Tis frozen breath that wrest the frosty air
Under the fleece of the pale moon light

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How beautiful shall be my bride
How orchids bloom when she's near
Her gown is clothed with spring's tide
The scent she brings, so sweet and rare
Oh! How I long for glimpse of thee

How generous is loving promise made
How green the grass upon her glade
How delightful the flowers of her hair
How deep the oath on which we share
How hope it shines a new born sun
How love shall as nature once begun
As if all the seasons fell, overrun

Oh! How I long, long for one touch from thee
Oh! Here comes my love, my bride to be
Her song brings the softest kindest breeze
And as I lay my head weary to sleep
My spring-bride speaks to comfort me
And as her bless'd eyes begin to weep
I hear her heart'd, tender'd speech
Their boding still disquiet me

'So forlorn and sorrow'd, my sleepy love
Know I how long you must awaited me
I keep no spring-tide treasure from thee
So sleep soft, sleep soft my truest love
Unto my arms, unto thou spring bride's care
Yet ever be reminded love, tis your gifts I bare'

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