Mike Acker

Mike Acker Poems

41. The River 9/30/2013
42. The Two Petaled Flower 9/30/2013
43. Chinese Fan 11/12/2014
44. The Clowns 7/2/2014
45. Holds 4/30/2014
46. Figurines 9/20/2014
47. Pulse 10/6/2014
48. Tango In The Air 9/30/2013
49. Side By Side 4/21/2014
50. Bedouin Woman 7/15/2014
51. The Two-Faced Woman 5/22/2014
52. Lamont Palmer And His Fellow Mediocrities 8/28/2017
53. Painted Doors 10/18/2013
54. Charlie's Eulogy 10/21/2013
55. Hard 10/22/2013
56. Chaos 4/17/2014
57. Consumer 4/26/2014
58. Crows And Other Things 10/28/2013
59. My Trusted Friend 9/30/2013
60. Blue Armadillos 12/15/2013
61. Strings 12/11/2013
62. Divorce 9/30/2013
63. The Crazy Woman 10/7/2013

Comments about Mike Acker

  • Marianne Soher Marianne Soher (5/6/2014 12:04:00 AM)

    Sunday Mourning: Yes, I can vibrate to that. One can enter such intensity in such few words...I wish you could read Spanish. Some of my best poems about loneliness are written in Spanish yet they offer a happy viewpoint about being alone. If you like yourself, loneliness becomes a friend.

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  • Marianne Soher Marianne Soher (12/5/2013 6:09:00 PM)

    Personnally I like the simplicity, the first flow of either poem or prose. Maybe it is not very proffessional, but I can feel when a kitterary creation has been worked on and then I loose interest. For me, a message should be the inspiration and an intense feeling about it carried in the poem. It would not occur to me to try and correct a poem and if I give an opinion about it, it would only be what feelings it awoke and to what degree of intensity. Your poem Divorce answers to my likings and I was very moved upon reading it. It is very alive, spontaneous and contains both message and diversity of intense feelings. Thanks.

Best Poem of Mike Acker

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 ...

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My Trusted Friend

In my darkest hours, when I need him most,
he is always there, ready and waiting.
He sits across from me with a steely,
penetrating look and unblinking eye.
Never mincing words, his approach is
straightforward, unambiguous, unforgiving,

and uncompromising. He listens
patiently, but is never emotional.

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