Biography of Michael Egan
Michael Egan Poems
A Lesson From Nature
They say the female bumblebee In order to select a mate Flies higher than the humble he, Or average male, will contemplate
Because You Asked About The Line Between...
Between promise and fulfilment, Life and death, I love you and I'm not in love, 'Twixt wisdom and mere knowledge, And yes, between sweet poetry and prose,
I fear with you my poetry has gone For you and you alone filled up my line A singer cannot sing without a song And what's an empty carafe without wine?
The Naiad Comes Again
Midnight, they say, is the witching hour When ghosts and goblins walk abroad But my hour with my witch, my Naiad, Later is, an hour or two before it dawns
Accomplice Of Evil
Can good accomplice evil, help assist it on its way? The path to hell is paved with good intentions, so they say, Yet when I think of real people struggling to survive The selfish taking for themselves while others share and give,
The Water God Calls To His Naiad
Water God to Naiad: Now would be good Naiad to Water God: Really? We should? He saith: How I've waited and wanted for thee Caught glimpses in fragments of old poetry
If you felt a major tremor In the early quiet dawn Woke and sought its cause around you Though invisible and gone
The Water God alone doth sit His head upon his other hand, Expression dull, his eyes unlit Words idly tracing in the sand.
On Reading Rita Wilson In The Huffington...
I sought professional help, you see, Beyond the reach of poetry A Lonely Hearts advisory I thought might help both you and me
How I Do Love Thee
And shall I then your Robert be And you Elizabeth? Our poems shall our children be Beyond the pinch of death.
Accomplice Of Evil
Can good accomplice evil, help assist it on its way?
The path to hell is paved with good intentions, so they say,
Yet when I think of real people struggling to survive
The selfish taking for themselves while others share and give,
I cannot think that she who loves and helps another's need
In some way unintended helps black evil to succeed.
Yet others claim for wickedness to triumph in this world
All goodness has to do is keep its banner indoors, furled.
They have a point perhaps, alt