Michael Witkowski
Michael Witkowski Poems
Have you ever felt it-a
tingle that rises someplace
in your belly and only to set
your lower regions ablaze
...
Yesterday i was the master -Had
to control my talking -All i said
would be welcome but i should
give others a chance to speak, not
...
Return to the old school
those spacy rooms
bourgeois furniture
plants sundry
...
Anne Frank where are you
Where you are trees grown
Wrens sing larks chant
Wrens chirp, corws crow
...
we open the round - whether
gwen stefani be part italian
or an abbreviated stefanian
thereby remotely armenian
...
Shadows are cricling around my head
And i cannot bother to sink deeper
Revolt shines through my bare bones
but who i can oppress i know not
...
Friedrich, how can you cut out those
Who have found not a friend
Who is judge in Amity Court?
Who reads the sentence
...
Which harrow shark runs berserk at the sight
of oysters is a privileged question we shall not
bother to answer but where merry sounds blight
our souls, appear in mere bliss and disppear, lot by lot
...
Cows moon on the feasty lush
under their feet silky strands
of earth's hair- punky green-
the Earth is a punk
...
Oh pundit my pundits
In my dad’s despair
Where have you been?
...
You can see what we have -Farm carts topple over in full ride.
Planes by men for men made -Here is the riddle- where did we
shoot this clip - France or Germany? If I am a TB patient, I am
...
Stepping ahead to the entrance
of the place where i would soon
hit the keys-i noticed three persons
blocking the door - chatting away
...
B would drive me home
i thought - so imagined him
and filled myself with fear
and awkward disincline
...
Michael Witkowski Biography
Single child of divorced.Aspie Am a loud & proud Aspie (= Asperger Syndrome autist) .Born in Poland, emigrated to the then West Germany 1986. Father abandonned me & Mum in 1981 for the then West Germany. Member of amnesty international, Bronte buff. I am reserved, silly, coy, childish, wistful, sulky, sullen, grumpy, miffy, cheerful. I have published a poem collection of mine titled 'Caramel Goat And Human Mess Bitter Almond' on lulu.com in 2004/2005 Meanwhile i plaster The Dream Machine Web Poetry Corner with my pieces unreleased here: http: //www.dreamagic.com/poetry/witkowski.html Follow my ramble in my Live Journal- username scousered How gorge is Hannoverian litarate scene! spring of 2005, i'd found the Hannoverian (subcultural) literature forum Sublit Hannover http: //sublit.de.vu, bacame hokked onto it, published my German bits in tthere, have laods of laugh on there and finally, on August 12,2006, i perfomrem two of my German short stories at the culture & music &art venue cafe Kulturpalast Linden http: //kulturpalast-linden.de/ in the Open Mic part of Sublit-arty- celebrating the 2nd anniversry/birthday of Sublit Hannover, founded August 13,2004, which has brought many pets, petry slammers etc. together. Last night. Aug.26,2006 i read two of my English poems (& translates them live) at the International Open Mic in the said venue, the Kulturpalast I keep various blogs: http: //scousered.blogger.de (German) , http: //scousered.livejournal.com/ -(English) &, too, have a Myspace page: http: //www.myspace.com/macha_sub The then newest stumble-on for me: http: //www.auschwitz.dk and annefrank.dk- As for content: The URLs are telling. Other tripstones: www.neologisms.us and langmaker.com Try to coin it! ( This project i almost forgot about, still waiting realzation: Mi next projects are an answer to CB's sayings on teaching and other bits, and the last 6 days in the life of Sophie Scholl- but this only after viewing the film 'Sophie Scholl - Die Letzten Tage' depicting errr..., the last 6 days of Sophie Scholl up to her execution- guillotining - in Berlin-Plötzensee))
The Best Poem Of Michael Witkowski
Undocked Ship
Have you ever felt it-a
tingle that rises someplace
in your belly and only to set
your lower regions ablaze
surges through mark and spine
and crowds your face-
ask the medic what it means
all vessels push blood anon
at the speed of light
Alarm! Alarm! some indigestible
shock pulverised the system
run run run away is the answer
i came for joy and to see familiar faces, bask
in their smiles, cuddle in their words, and dance
at the same time- feel my body move with the rhythm,
shake off despair but in vain- a low mood will change
into a happy mood in humans- (but i came with a
happy mood- anticipating joy) -solely from dancing
the emotions carried by the music, the squall
of sound - but i am not human- i function differently
the squall sweeps me off my feet, kicks in my tongue
pierces my tonge til it swells so i can't speak, vocal
chords lose their natural skills and brain orders the
tongue not to speak - my mind is doing overwork
in the production of feelings of hurt, a pang that injects
a flushing tingle into the system and i feel misunderstood, unappreciated- Sunny and Maria notice me at the margin
of their joy, everyone obsessed with their own happiness
and if you can't provide a happy quip that tosses the table
with laughter nonne will notice me- so i flee
noone understands how why in a happy place
the mood of the room does not infect me
i recall my other friends who noted my sadness
and merged me with themselves- it is not
what humans hint at, a disappointment over
Chris's staying away from the place
but waves of sounds without tides, without ebb
and tie without a break for a word and a lack of
caring word and a hug that docks me into humans
Michael Witkowski Comments
Michael has an underlying depth that show's through in his writing. I challenege anyone to read and understand his inner emotions. Still a raw style, Michael is however developing and with encouragement he will be able to restucture his writing so that it becomes beautiful poetry. Every man is a poet in his own way. See the meaning in the written word. Feel how it flows from the heart. I read Michaels work, not for it's stanza or poetic greatness, but for it's depth and inner meaning. Janice M Pickett Author of the following Published Books. Your Mind Your Health Your Way. Whispers, Poetry in Motion. The Final Deception. Your Wisdom, Your Kids, Your Way.
Wow, you do have imagination. And I guess you will never know whether any of your accusations might be true. You'd better not tell my superiors about my doctor titles being fake (which one did you think was fake?) , I may lose my job and be deported to Germany.... You say I never gave you advice (assuming on how to write poems) , well I generally do not make it a habit to try to teach pigs the art of flying. I am not a racist, though and some of my (few) friends are Polish. However they don't remind me of you. H
well touch yourself on your own nose Dr H, as Germans would sáy. You are not a published poet but lewd-lecherous and arrogant.
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4/25/2024 11:29:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You are the greatest poet in the world, and thats in under-exaggerating.