Michael Witkowski

Michael Witkowski Biography

Single child of divorced.Aspie Am a loud & proud Aspie (= Asperger Syndrome autist) .Born in Poland, emigrated to the then West Germany 1986. Father abandonned me & Mum in 1981 for the then West Germany. Member of amnesty international, Bronte buff. I am reserved, silly, coy, childish, wistful, sulky, sullen, grumpy, miffy, cheerful.
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Michael Witkowski Comments

poem hater 11 February 2005

You are the greatest poet in the world, and thats in under-exaggerating.

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dissatified exmember 24 January 2005

Michael has an underlying depth that show's through in his writing. I challenege anyone to read and understand his inner emotions. Still a raw style, Michael is however developing and with encouragement he will be able to restucture his writing so that it becomes beautiful poetry. Every man is a poet in his own way. See the meaning in the written word. Feel how it flows from the heart. I read Michaels work, not for it's stanza or poetic greatness, but for it's depth and inner meaning. Janice M Pickett Author of the following Published Books. Your Mind Your Health Your Way. Whispers, Poetry in Motion. The Final Deception. Your Wisdom, Your Kids, Your Way.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 22 January 2005

Wow, you do have imagination. And I guess you will never know whether any of your accusations might be true. You'd better not tell my superiors about my doctor titles being fake (which one did you think was fake?) , I may lose my job and be deported to Germany.... You say I never gave you advice (assuming on how to write poems) , well I generally do not make it a habit to try to teach pigs the art of flying. I am not a racist, though and some of my (few) friends are Polish. However they don't remind me of you. H

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Michael Witkowski 21 January 2005

well touch yourself on your own nose Dr H, as Germans would sáy. You are not a published poet but lewd-lecherous and arrogant.

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The Best Poem Of Michael Witkowski

Undocked Ship

Have you ever felt it-a
tingle that rises someplace
in your belly and only to set
your lower regions ablaze
surges through mark and spine
and crowds your face-

ask the medic what it means
all vessels push blood anon
at the speed of light
Alarm! Alarm! some indigestible
shock pulverised the system
run run run away is the answer

i came for joy and to see familiar faces, bask
in their smiles, cuddle in their words, and dance
at the same time- feel my body move with the rhythm,
shake off despair but in vain- a low mood will change
into a happy mood in humans- (but i came with a
happy mood- anticipating joy) -solely from dancing


the emotions carried by the music, the squall
of sound - but i am not human- i function differently
the squall sweeps me off my feet, kicks in my tongue
pierces my tonge til it swells so i can't speak, vocal
chords lose their natural skills and brain orders the
tongue not to speak - my mind is doing overwork

in the production of feelings of hurt, a pang that injects
a flushing tingle into the system and i feel misunderstood, unappreciated- Sunny and Maria notice me at the margin
of their joy, everyone obsessed with their own happiness
and if you can't provide a happy quip that tosses the table
with laughter nonne will notice me- so i flee

noone understands how why in a happy place
the mood of the room does not infect me
i recall my other friends who noted my sadness
and merged me with themselves- it is not
what humans hint at, a disappointment over
Chris's staying away from the place

but waves of sounds without tides, without ebb
and tie without a break for a word and a lack of
caring word and a hug that docks me into humans

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