In the 1970s I was a much-published young poet. But I have since gone into hiding.
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Mike Finley Poems
A Prayer For Poets
Let a thing be what we say it is, if a donkey is eating corn let the donkey not be an allegory nor the corn a corn byproduct.
i hear the chime of the poem's voice and in the notes you write a guy who hungers for truth and tells it too who understands that pain is the face
Be a Better Poet
1. Stop talking and listen. Listen to yourself listening. Then listen to that. 2. Pile all your hats in the back yard and burn them. Especially any with feathers.
A Prayer Against Pride
You are the winking stream, We are all hiccup and failure. You are love, a perfect dream.
The Sugar House
The sugar house is shutting down,
A Prayer for Redefinition
How confusing it all is. 'Humility' suggests crouching. But what it means is relaxing, Allowing happiness to happen.
Proof of God
Is in the breath so simple. Breathe in, breathe out, Then tell where one begins And the other ends.
You were innocent, you shared The prejudices that connected us Like prayer, and the world held firm Behind its insipid certainties.
A Prayer For Resilience
As the mountain hungers to be made flat So I burn for your salvation. Help me to forgive the airplanes
A Prayer at Planting Time
The hardest lesson of the sinner Is that all is in you, and nothing in him. Why are we given these garrulous minds If the end-challenge is only to submit?
you strip like an ear of corn gold & beautiful silk tumbling
High in the hills a man pulls fish from a stream.
Prayer of Thomas Merton (Rewrite)
Where I am going, I don't know The road ahead twists out of sight Where it will lead no one can say
A Prayer for Truth
We know you are the self-concealed God because to do otherwise, skulking behind sycamores, would be a dead giveaway.
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A Prayer For Poets
Let a thing be what we say it is,
if a donkey is eating corn
let the donkey not be an allegory
nor the corn a corn byproduct.
Let us not despise readers
for not 'getting us'
when we did nothing to let them in,
and everything to keep them out.
Let every offering be a gift,
first from you and then from us.
Let 'Let this serve you well'
be both credo and apologia.
Do not let us fall down
the well of our awareness.
Neither let us feel special
Just because we hear music.
Lead us not into obscurity,
and deliver us from ...