Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

Mike Finley Poems

81. ~les Sanglieres 11/25/2008
82. ~mm-Hmm 11/25/2008
83. ~la Frommage Lazare 11/25/2008
84. ~la Femme 11/25/2008
85. ~les Vacances Sont Fini 11/25/2008
86. ~god Must Love Crazy People 12/17/2008
87. ~beheaded 12/17/2008
88. ~unmitigated Gall 12/17/2008
89. Nighttime At The Christian Retreat 2/28/2006
90. The Poem Hunter 3/5/2006
91. Meditation 3/10/2006
92. Song Of Shams 4/22/2006
93. Emigrant Song 5/26/2006
94. Pathetic Fallacy 5/31/2006
95. Hot And Cold Running Good Friday 5/31/2006
96. A Girl Named Dave 5/31/2006
97. The Sugar House 10/2/2006
98. Death As Snack Cake 5/17/2006
99. A Prayer Against Pride 4/28/2006
100. ~les Oiseaux 10/17/2008
101. The Clarinet Is A Difficult Instrument 5/31/2006
102. Yellow Steeple 5/26/2006
103. The Audience 2/28/2006
104. Flying Dumbos 5/18/2006
105. Alien Abduction 2/28/2006
106. Is There Nascar In Heaven? 5/15/2006
107. A Prayer For Poets 4/27/2006
108. Cycling 5/31/2006
109. Proof Of God 3/5/2006
110. Prayer Of Thomas Merton (Rewrite) 5/1/2006
111. A Prayer For Resilience 4/30/2006

Comments about Mike Finley

  • Goldy Locks (6/25/2006 8:23:00 PM)

    Finley, where have you bin?

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  • THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (5/20/2006 12:07:00 PM)

    You are a breath of fresh air, Mike, a welcome addition to our little dysfunctional family. From the poetry of yours that I have read, I am quite impressed with you as a word artist. Your sense of humor and devil-may-care attitude about critics or self-proclaimed experts is fun to play with. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

  • Michael Shepherd (5/20/2006 6:38:00 AM)

    Mike, I tried to find words to express what your poems mean to me...

  • ***** ********* (5/20/2006 4:48:00 AM)

    You have shamed me Mike! You have made me laugh, you have made me think more than twice. You have chastised me for many a vice, but you have also always been nice. I have been slight in my comments of your work, because there are so many of my subjects to spead myself amongst, but you are a poet of fine imagery and insight, stretching back through a long and successful career. You are a fair and fine man and an inspiration to all who read you. Is that ok? lol Grinning at you, Tai

Best Poem of Mike Finley

A Prayer For Resilience

As the mountain hungers to be made flat
So I burn for your salvation.

Help me to forgive the airplanes
strafing me on the skyscraper.

The centipedes in the pillowcase
know not what they do.

Spread open my chest with a spring-clamp
And let my heartbeat keep my time.

These trembling hands want work.
These clapping lips want song.

To you I lift a styrofoam cup.
Pile on, dear God, pile on!



(2006)

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Sleeping On My Hands

I sleep on my hands every night.
As I pull the covers around me
and prepare to let go,
first on my right side,
then on my left,
I bunch both hands under the pillows,
holding my head up through the night.

My head must need to be held up so,

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