Name: Myke Laagland
country : New Zealand

Intro:  I have been dabbling in poetry all my life.  I don't discern whether it is good or bad - It is just my outlet and inlet.  I have a strong affinity with other poets work.  To understand the feeling and encompass all of what is trying to be said is a great challenge and mystery.  There is a power in what we can create and the ability to share this is something I find incredible.

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A Simple Man

A simple man
I walk the road alone
And people see and say
"A simple man there walks."

A simple way to view
I look at the sights
And talk to myself
Like a simple man that talks

A simple way to fight
I stand and hold my ground
And defend with no response
A simple silent man

A simple way to find
I suffer things unkind
And let them wander down the road
A simple man that flees

A simple man that sees
The simple things in life
I know that they exist
A simple oddity is

A simple time to cry
A tear to shed
A day to die
A simple man there lies

A simple man that tries
To spread his heart of gold
And is shown a door of black
A simple man is shunned

A simple man that died
When the heart, it slowly melts
In a heat made from his love
A simple man that sighs

A simple man can see
The simple things that be
In a simple world deceived
But that simple is not he.

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Whispers

Do you ever know what you want?
Do you ever know what to feel?
Do you ever know how to cry?
Do you ever need to be held?
Do you ever want to be loved?

Do you?

Is it like spring on a midsummers day?
All lost and confused in it's ways.

Or like a sparkle of a star in a rainstorm?
How did it escape all the clouds?

Maybe a smile from a person unknown?
Or was it sneer that you just couldn't tell?

The sound of a bird flying high?
With the dreams of your soul in it's wings?

Or is it just the Subtle flow of the river?
Teaching us that things just are.

Are they not?


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Stare into me


Stare into me
Tell me what can you see
Is there a vast empty space
Without love
Without hate
Or is there a clustered old soul
That gives none
But takes all
Or is it an ordered estate
That shares hope
And shares fate
I suppose it's too hard
To understand what's to be
But then again I guess
it's between you and me.

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Lost


Shadows catch my eye as they lurk past where I hide. I follow them in the moonlight keeping my distance. A touch of light in the distance reveals the scattering of clouds up above and the silence waits to declare my presence.

I feel a coldness suddenly cover me. It fills me from within and slowly spreads out to every pore in my skin. Could it be the eyes that I see all around? Or could it be the Deep blackness that lies motionless before me?

The smooth silky texture warms my hands and fills me with a deep foreboding. Somehow though it makes sense and I crouch into the nothingness. It envelops me and creates a grey haze around the world.

A purpose fails to grow into view but it matters not. The brightness of this dark void is comforting. It takes me to the netherworld. It takes me into sleep. Revitalising sleep.

Continuing to walk in this bleakness I wonder what it is to be. Somehow that doesn't seem to matter anymore. This warmth is reason enough. This is enough.

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