In a puzzle of circles and squares.

I'm a trapezoid.

The Great Spirit is a rock,

That fills the void.


I wander, I seek.

Stand for the meek, the weak,

And now –

I can't even speak.


I try till I cry.

I stand till I'm bent.

I awake and dream,

Until I'm spent.


I don't plead,

For what I need.

Why in a garden of roses,

Am I merely stink-weed?


Can the rock continue,

To fill the void?

And will I eternally be,

The trapezoid?


~Micky Dee~



It’s a world of trade.

It’s all a charade.

Am I the epi-center?

In what currency am I paid?


Always smoke and mirrors.

Always the illusion.

Indulgence, seclusion,

Permeating confusion.


Wealth for health.

Friend for friends.

Criticize, ostracize,

Loose and bitter ends.


Turn a page. Turn a key.

Turn the wheel.

Turn you. Turn me.

Seal the deal.


~Micky Dee~

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CMCastro 4 years ago from Baltimore,MD USA

I am glad I visited this hub today. You are with keen insight. Your years of life are reflected in your poetry. I look forward to visiting your hubs again. :)

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jandee 4 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

part of it reminds me of a Rebecca Ferguson song !


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mckbirdbks 4 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Intersesting book cover - seems you can't speck - but there is nothing wrong with your vision

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Simply magnificently stated, Micky Dee.

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FitnezzJim 4 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

Awesome stuff

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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain

up and awesome. You are yourself and we love you for it.

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