Showing posts with label Michael H. Hanson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael H. Hanson. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Blogging is Wonderful Way to Receive and Share Wishes on Your Birthday, including Lovely Poem by Michael H. Hanson

Happy Birthday, Glenda.


From David Michael Harvey
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From Duffy Brown
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Cozy




She’s cozy, not feeling the blues

with no desire to move around

or make a call or check the news,

she’s wearing cozy like a crown.


She’s cozy in her underwear

without any pajamas’ drag,

soaking sunlight where she is bare

she’s flying cozy like a flag.


She’s cozy without ambition,

rejecting all need to create

or following a tradition,

she’s sipping cozy like a shake.


She’s earned this lethargic repast

and cozy idyll that shan’t last.

by Michael H. Hanson

Oil painting. So much detail it does look like a photo when small or seen from a distance. The original is hanging on the wall in my living room. Sometimes I think it is my doppelganger watching me. wink emoticon
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Did I ever share that I play the piano...although nothing like this
wonderful artist...I preferred singing in church rather than playing but always did both...and, classical music has always been one of my preferred genres.
But...got to say, I never heard anything like this! Loved it!
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I found this and it made me sing...Why don't you celebrate your birthday too
while you listen! 


Monday, March 11, 2013

Sharing Birthday Gift Poem from Michael H. Hanson...

"Peace Painting" - by artist Diane Leonard



Happy Birthday, Glenda



Dreams and Fates
by Michael H. Hanson 

In the one hand are all my dreams,
the other, fates.
From sleeping lands that I have seen
I choose the joy of blessed dreams.
Though pondering the world of late,
I feel the pull of waking life
whose noble cause engenders fates
to battle strife
and war on hate.
My soul is wedded to my dreams,
and heart to fates.
Rejecting all life’s agonies
my spirit favors lovely dreams.
But then my heart feels evil’s mate,
whose loathsome wretched horrid bite
so stirs the hunger of my fates
I prey on spite
and ravage hate.
And so I bid farewell to dreams,
and greet my fates.
Though sleeping realms are quite serene
we are not meant for lotus dreams.
There is a world we can create
with humble hands and renewed sight,
endowing paths to all our fates
with gentle light
that splinters hate.

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About Michael

Founder, THE FICTIONEERS

Poet, Collections:

"AUTUMN BLUSH" - published 2008
"JUBILANT WHISPERS" - published 2010
"THE GREAT SOAP REBELLION" - TBA
"THE SWIMMING TREE" - TBA

Creator, The SHA'DAA Series:

"SHA'DAA: PAWNS" - published Halloween 2012
"SHA'DAA: TALES" - reprints July 2013
"SHA'DAA: FACETS" - prints Mar. 2014
"SHA'DAA: LAST CALL" - reprints Nov. 2014
"SHA'DAA: INKED" - publishes July 2015

Memberships:

Poetry Society of America
Horror Writers of America
The Fictioneers
Garden State Horror Writers



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