Take A Good Part

Achieved the day in flight, what a
infamous sight, delight came up in
the modern bluish sky of heaven
coloration, life is a sunshine
of painted cloudburst quest to
see, and let it be free, not much
a flock of third-rate birds can
able to fly so high, watching it
on cable live, right on the
wooden pine table

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-24-19

Quiet Land

Grass completed silent, water fountain hasn't shut down, it has to be no little  sound like that, bloodthirsty wind calmed easily to set below inward, the graveyard cemetery stones with names, was called and written in the past time, usually, the pleasant of future to begin middle and End, unable to speak out loud and clarified lands coming through on tracks, unzipped, not hardly skipped a tune upon the middle earth's music whispering nonstop action like this out there in the wilderness worldwide, it'll be a roller coaster ride, you'll never hide, in between side to side equalized

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-23-19

Miss Carolina ( Part 1 )

Once in a time, there is a countryside woman who cherishes the worldly pathed herself heavenly and peacefully, she spent more time in the beautifulness city everlasting journey's to walk on several hours long or short, even than single minutes too, oh, miss Carolina. you'll take the time of your life when you look on top the enlargement sky, it lids up from sunny-side eyes made of out stunning hazel blue, the endurance of cherry lime lips, you've got the hips going and going nonstop action, oh, miss Carolina. she believes in her own dreamer town, it's time for groove all the way through, I rather miss your spirit, exactly the smile comes with it too, but, your laugh was hilariousness, I miss that too much either way, and make the man's heart to spin proudly enough, she has to stay in Ashville, North Carolina a rest of her day there, to make her cutest  boyfriend a face of the world to be happier again, oh, miss Carolina, every dream you'll take, go forward it, to seek your adventure awaits you

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-22-19   

The Year Is Almost Over

Once in a December was the end before, when the horrible snowfall has tons of that, even then enlarged of blizzards out to the community, windshield of cold rushing away, observed the sky is turning grayish blush and crush, felted the flush, into the mush of wintry snow efforts, landed really enchanted deep right on the market, wellbeing night has been earliest, beyond on that colder and older it gets every little thought, winter would be longer, but, it might've been shorter season, when it gets closer enough, let's celebrate a brand new year coming by, and say hello to America itself alone, what happens the future to change beautifully, it will be true than

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-19-19

Goodnight To Pooh

Hit the sack, nice and comfy, musically to play lullabies suddenly, nightingale stars coming on the spotlight gleams, middle of the night it was a moonshine  brightens up in colorized skyline beautified culture, he wears his own bluish of nightgown and cap too, admitted to rest his lightly eyes, a breathable tummy filled with air in and out wonderfully, the story of Winnie A Pooh who likes to cuddle, and dreamed about honey in his own swarmed humongous bowl in this day forward, he wanted to swam the extra thickest pool of honey to play along, he adore to sing on tune forever

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-18-19

Once Was A Blue Crystal Moon

Only the night is darker, right on the marker, colorized skyline was made into painted dream, achievement of artform to draw on different ways in deeper words came along, and onward the cultural song about a moon lookalike, will and chill, inward of spiritual whelms, look up beautifully and handsomely one by one in a time zone, surround sound wind takes over, it feels cooler breeze to see ingrown moon changing as blue any second or two, totally clear, once was a blue crystal moon, it looks like humongous balloon everywhere with a smile. or a wink and blink between those insight eyes

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-16-19

True Love Is Like A River, It Runs Through

It happens a lot, usually became twosome hearts overfloat, beyond the newest boat zooming across upstream waves was gigantically increased, let the deep end come to you, every little tunnel straighten ahead thoroughly, might've  been more darker places ever lived, somewhat to see, somehow the land has magic kingdoms everywhere than here, hereafter, naturistic journey's can be eagerly longest before and therefore out there, being as true, ingloriousness to keep it steady, a perfect couple who sat on the boat, no worries either way about terrifying stories, this is remarkable place filled with love and comfort, I check the easy track coming forward, she said it, romantically?

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-16-19

New Material

Gut is like a piece on earth, you're not cut and shut everything off, try flipped the switch constantly on and off several of times, unified needle can be sharp and pointy right on the edge and ledge in tiny tip to prick a finger, keeping it forward enough, speak overthrown voice willing to take any typical whitened cloud appeared and cleared, defrosted became feared, unless the secondary tore away of drenched hard candy rain coming through nonstop, take one freelance hand, running off track sand, and command the dream came along straightened way, the uncle who plead their own name, it isn't lame, they've wanted to play certain game, poeticism would die young, poetical efforts will and chill, climbing on top increasingly hill

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-7-19

Brooklyn

Nearby the streets are made, ultimate buildings become bigger, proudly nice people who joining American hand, gathered only one symbolized spirit has been shown, ingrown town called Brooklyn, New York, bunch of poeticism art to scribble along creatively, maintain inglorious voices overheard, speaking as it goes further notice, it keeps up as more, and plenty to score several of time  constantly, offbeat woman who was called Brooklyn, she always be hotter is a new superior you on the picture frame to be a lot sexier than ever, income of museums to see and saw in the state

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-5-19   

Out To The Park

You're going to sit and sat on the northwestern grass, or the southeastern bench made of pinewood colorized blue, with infamous name to put it there ingrown wannabee eyes oversee, equalized to be overlooked, hemisphere of sunlight shining through, filled with delighted romance in a day like this, every outrage winded breeze, solitude trees in rhythm to sway forward and back on tune summertime month shall be nameless June, wildly nature has spoken by the cultural waterfalls of voices overheard either way in a deeper sound upon many glories, unspeakable stories, the boats are sailing soothingly, evermore birds have flown and chirp alongside in flock

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-4-19 

Fletcher

A mysterious writer who kept her words in certain ways, the woman who loves to write and wrote many obstacle ideas, she's a brilliant free naturistic spirit within, as many classical characters of private eye to solve the murders, at the usual time frame was even unique stories coming alive and survive in her storytelling's would be enormously, Jessica Fletcher's adventurousness was to die for, in that momentarily of her lifetime achieves handily, the show could be Murder She Wrote, likely to write manual scripts by classified typewriter in her beloved decades before, her wordy poeticism efforts around, the hardcover book indeed, the actress who played her, Angela Lansbury who lived in her feet of pride and joyous career beautified culture

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-4-19   

Believe Poem

What a carryout believers and achievers, oceanic sounds effect and select of brains, not even than minds attached the waves have been bigger then a dime into one tough mime, drink some little lime taste, regret the paste too, find a decent artifact of heart belongs to the faithfulness chest, and showed it with passion, closed and shut the upbeat eyes can be blindfolded scarf to revealed and resealed to walk through it wisely in the declaration space observed, the poem obliviated word of believing onto community land themselves, every tiny thought to open incredible eyes either direction, truly shocked and electrified the dream was occurred for

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-3-19 

Jingle Poem

This is the place, make a good shiniest ace, it isn't a runner's path race, taken a outwitted picture of your face within and without, you'll not allow to tie those shoelaces, not even wearing billion-dollar colorful suit, not admitted to sit the offensive chair, jingle, one madman who think in his mind unruled his country to begin the entire story, politician can't allow him any more, he is not the main boss, he thought never try to screw things up, but, he did awful job for the nation, even the whole entire world of all time sake either way, or the haystack road you've come from, jingle, I met jingle cause of that, he was involved the mess before and therefore himself alone, jingle, he hasn't been so nice, when someone has experience of President of this country would be something else, not the crabbiest one who've never catch his oblivious tongue out to the world-class community serves, that's I recalled jingle

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-2-19 

In A Day

When the sun was even crispier, seemingly more relaxed, less than whitened cloud storm through, kicking back like it is, ingrown grass rise up neatly and cozy, as long to be really warm, not that steamy hot, just right on the certain spot perfection, what happened the couple walking straightly ahead wildly of hilarious love, showing the enlarged path, let it charged throughout upon the true identity of nature, once was a time in there, a woman who compares the worldly spirit rises upright, her sparkles was excellent, the one man who'll carry his heart, it might've been melt and felt eagerly, these two lovebirds are opened book each other in pages long and sweetened, it makes her truly laugh out loud, when her boyfriend read the poem, she laughed once more in an uproarious way, in a day like this before

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-1-19