Dan Michaelson (A long time ago in a galaxy far far away. / Southern California)
Biography of Dan Michaelson
Dan Michaelson Poems
A Favor For A Friend
A friend once wrote me and asked me a favor. I hadn’t talked to him for awhile. But since he’s my friend I wanted to savor. His approval and ever missed rarified smile.
Variables Of Time
I’m begging for time My time is short as near as the next blow. It would be anyway, but now I have added several “variables” to the classic tick tock of the heart and soul. Or perhaps just the heart as you may have it.
The Peace Inside
I wish I had the peace inside. A calm once knew, at my side. My fondest wish, I must confide. A wish is that, not real just tried.
My Feeble Heart
What can I do with this feeble heart My plans are true, then fall apart The course is plain for all to see Except that one, that one who’s me
No memories when I felt the warmth. No memories when I saw the sun I feared the past and wished for morn. I spent the time alone undone.
The End Of The Day
Morning sleep has ended soon I cant arise this am June I should be glad, I have survived What’s wrong with this, his head had spied
What is pain? Is it that what we feel physically, oh the agony? Is it that what we feel in our heart, oh the anguish? Is it what we feel in our souls, oh the torment, the fear?
A year gone by a year to come If ever I was sure of One The everlasting calm for me And all who seek Him, serenity
Here Comes The Judge
South China Sea
Sipping champagne from a white paper cup Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red I’ll remember this day until I am dead
Happy New Day
An old year withers, a new one sprouts The people celebrate with spirits and shouts But is this something so special to learn Perhaps just a page of a calendar turned
The girl that came in with the aqua blue eyes, And took my heart without any lies, A perpetual love that I have just for her, She’s an uncorrupt one that has an innocent allure.
It All Comes Out
Pieces and species and soul-holes of mine All gathered in a place or another sometime The write is the spout that my soul sifts on out If I only I had a backbone, I’d clamor and shout
The Wrong One
The Wrong One A caterpillar inched up a smooth hairy stem A spray of insecticide wasn’t meant for him