mikelkpoet
- Location
- Atlanta, Georgia, USA
- Birthday
- June 20
- Title
- Poet
- Company
- Mikel K Books & Recordings
- Bio
- Father, writer, poet, walker of the dogs.
Wrote by accident, for the biggest paper in The Southeast, as a freelancer, before I studied Journalism & English in College.
Aren't I I I I and ME ME ME ME just amazing...??!!
Author of "The Delivery Guy," a memoir, "They Shot Bob Marley Outside The Dakota,"
and seven other books of poetry. View them at www.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “You better hope that
there is no Turkey
Hell!”
10:25AM - “MiddleAged, My parents
were the same, and look at the
sad
shape that the world
is…”
1:48PM - “You're a lucky man,
Roger: many women would say
fetch your
own cup!”
1:46PM - “What a beautiful thing
to awake(for the second
time)this
morning. I thank
each on…”
November 23, 2009 10:50AM - “I mostly don't bother
submitting a second time to
a
publication that rejected
me…”
November 22, 2009 10:15PM
Mikelkpoet's Links
Kill Kill Kill...Kill Your Turkey
In Paris, they read the obituaries to hunt for apartments
I had to microwave my coffee, this morning, because I let the coffee get cold. It's five a.m. and I am, pretty much, wide awake. Thanks Lord for letting me see this new day: it has so much potential. It is raw, unlike any other day that I have ever lived.… Read full post »
You can't have it all
Look over my shoulder
tell me what you see
a setting sun,
a clown selling smiles.
Look at the setting sun,
what do you see: a city
built on dreams.
We can reach our destination,
even if we have to walk.
You can't have it all
The smell of her still haunts me;
in my ear I still hear the symphony
that she/… Read full post »
This is a form letter—necessary
Thank you for letting us consider some of your work, but unfortunately we’ve decided not to publish any of these pieces. I want to assure you that your work has been taken under careful consideration—at least two editors read each submission, and I’m always one of them.&n/… Read full post »
A Kris Kristofferson song made me write this poem
The prophets headed towards the bank
after they had lead the invasion of a foreign nation
by sending in soldiers, planes and tanks.
Their fingers were covered in blood,
but the only color that they could see was green.
The preachers got their percentage,
and/… Read full post »
You're a winner, too
You're a winner, too
I pray to The Lord to keep me off the booze;
she prays to God to keep her off junk food.
I don't know if you have to get down on your knees to pray,
seems the Lord wouldn't care how you are positioned,
when you got something to say to him.
There's… Read full post »
Morning Prayer
Mikel K Poet I am up early after going to bed late. It is raining outside and it is scheduled to rain all day. I have nothing that I have to do, thankfully, so I don't have to get wet. Thank you, Lord, for letting me see the new day, breath… Read full post »
LOVE by K
And I Wonder Why Love Eludes Me
I want to punish her,
though she has done no wrong.
I want to kiss her,
though I have dismissed her.
I want to hold her hand,
though I have banished her
to a far away foreign land.
I want her to run to me,
though I have run from her.
I want her… Read full post »
If it had been a girl, I wouldn't have kissed it
Broccoli leaves green strings between your teeth,
after you eat it, but it is supposed to be good for you.
I've only recently been able to consume it,
having always found it to be an extremely nasty vegetable.
Adios amigos
She, often, didn't return texts,
or/… Read full post »
Have you bought your Christmas copy of, "The Delivery Guy?"
Have you bought a copy for you or a loved one, for Christmas, of Mikel K's Memoir, "The Delivery Guy," about that period of his life where K went from being a booze laden, drug addled poet rock star wanna be to a sober father watching his son grow as he… Read full post »
Some day I Will Start The Revolution
We Are The Children
We are the children of the sun
and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this worl… Read full post »
And yesterday wasn't
And yesterday wasn't
It is such a beautiful morning
no one is hovering over me
telling my to sell, sell, sell:
sell bags of coffee,
sell the current desert,
sell the new drinks,
sell, sell, sell.
These bastards can't let you walk in
and order a cup of coffee,
they have/… Read full post »
Buy my memoir for Christmas
Why don't you buy a copy of my memoir, "The Delivery Guy," which chronicles the period of my life where I went from a booze laden, lsd addled poet rock star wanna be on the cover of The Stoned Roller, to a sober dad sitting in the Little League Bleachers,… Read full post »
I wish that Rudolph could tell me
Sometimes, I'm not sure if I'm being greedy, or rational. I was laying in bed, thinking about Christmas, which is in about a month, and thinking about my surgery date for the hip replacement surgery, Dec. 7, that is, hopefully, going to take me from being a man living in great… Read full post »
I just want peace and quiet and to pay the bills
I was being introduced to a new person,
and the person who was doing the introducing
said, "He is going to be famous," and I gulped.
"What are you going to be famous for?"
the person who I was being introduced to asked,
and I scratched/… Read full post »
Just because the banks suck doesn't mean I have to
"After I walked through the fire, nothing else
mattered. Refuse to feed on the fear they give you so freely. When
nothing else matters, it's about the way you feel
inside…"--Self Analysis at 11:30 p.m.
Bundy went ballistic, this morning, as someone was lightly tapping
on our front door. "Go hom/… Read full post »
Madness three weeks before the official Turkey Kill
The Grocery Store was full of well-dressed, good looking folks,
today; and me. I haven't showered in a couple of days, my hair is
long and scraggy, and unwashed, in the aforementioned two days, and
my beard belies the fact that I don't have much of a job.
There was no one… Read full post »
Should I cremate my cut out hip?
Should I cremate my cut out hip?
A lady from the Doctor's office called, yesterday, and said that my
hip replacement surgery will take place in three weeks. I have
never had surgery before, but I am really looking forward to this
two hour session. I will be knocked out for the… Read full post »
Taking Care of Business: Back in Atlanta!
One of the cats took a small dump
on Scout's desk, while I was away
in Oakland. I'm not sure if it was
a protest dump, signaling the cat's
aggravation with my not being home
for five days, or if there is a greater
significance to it. Either way,
I just cleaned it up, and/… Read full post »
Dear Writer:
We appreciate the opportunity to read your work, but unfortunately this submission was not a right fit for The Baltimore Review.
Thank you for trying us.
Sincerely,
The Editors of The Baltimore Review
Read full post »
A Little California Journey
Darbi was surprised at the amount of coffee
that I drink, calling me an addict,
she also said that I was addicted to my laptop.
I can not argue with her; but I can say
that I have been addicted to far worse things!
A little California Journey
A couple of days ago, I rode the Bart
from/… Read full post »
When dealing with cats in somebody else's home
The first feline to greet me, at the home of my friends
in San Francisco, was the red and white cat;
he meowed loudly upon my arrival.
I thought that he was greeting me, saluting me,
making me feel welcome, but I soon learned
from his master that he/… Read full post »
In California with The Ex's
On day three, we started
to connect. She likes to
be swung.
One of us is getting old
When I was here last,
Randa was a small child,
now she is a senior in high school,
on her way to college.
Frequent caffeine
I could live in California,
there is much to do,
many places to drink coff/… Read full post »
"Are you a registered California voter?"
A kid with the kind of hair that you would see on a kid at a Wide Spread panic show catches my attention, but only because it it cold outside, and he is very barefoot. A man wearing a hood, and a long leather jacket uses a cane to limp along;… Read full post »
Mikelkpoet's Favorites
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Two Fantasy, Faraway Thanksgivings & What I Learned
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Naked Thanksgiving Swim
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Foodie Tuesday: Salad Nicoise
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My Worst Thanksgiving Ever
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A Few Changes This Thanksgiving...
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Jodi vs. Mrs. Beeton - Failure Tastes Victorian
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"That's it. I can feel life leaving. He's cooler already."
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Chris Locke-I'd Cross Continents for You
Salon.com