I’m aware of what they say about “echo chambers”, but it really is a form of gratification to read someone who coherently expresses...

A Haiku By Michael Dean Cook 6-25-21 FOLKS BAKE IN THE SUN. PEOPLE ARE WET AND FREEZING. I'M COMFORTABLE.

THE MEEK By Michael Dean Cook 5-30-21 Heads sunk in the sand. Meek people are but cowards. Slain with impudence.

By Michael Dean Cook 5-26-21 When I was a lad, I was confident that I could sail my boat whenever and wherever I wanted. It would just be...

By Michael Dean Cook 5-23-21 I do the laundry around here, but I dislike it about as much as cooking and doing the dishes. I'd rather...

By Michael Dean Cook 5-13-21 With your father's life, You were provided your own. Now you owe your son.

By Michael Dean Cook 5-10-21 Frail and unsteady. Ninety- five is weight to bear. Courage of heroes.

By Michael Dean Cook 5-3--21 Please come to my mind, Words of worth and good quality. May ears hear my voice.

by Michael Dean Cook 2-18-21 Just as it ceases, You think it's over, because Of the quiet lull. The music softly resumes With calm...

by Michael Dean Cook 2-18-21 My fellow students - High scholastic achievers. Enjoyed their mischief.

by Michael Dean Cook 2--15-21 My hand won't be stayed. Righteous indignation's My entitlement. Time for deliberation Is over and done....

By Michael Cook 2-11-21 I weaken and tire. Where is the truth I now seek? It lies deep within.

by Michael Dean Cook 2-3-21 Saints and Angels pure. There's no safe harbor these days. Sailing through sharp rocks.

by Michael Dean Cook 4-24-21 Local library. Smell carpet and dusty books. Librarian waves.

by Michael Dean Cook 4-24-21 Hot cup of coffee. A steaming carafe of more. Blow and sip. Add cream.

GEORGE FLOYD By Michael Cook 4-1-21 I cry out for help. Will somebody please help me? No answer. I die.

NO TWO ALIKE By Michael Dean Cook 1-26-21 Each snowflake unique. Random flutter, crystal shape. All ride the same wind.

CAGED BIRD By Michael Dean Cook 11-7-16 Peck your bell, birdy. Tinkle, tinkle, little bell. Smooth your feathers now.

POETRY By Michael Dean Cook 5-9-19 Poetry equals Using a net of words to Capture a feeling.

SHARING THE SUN by Michael Dean Cook 11-7-16 Come, sit in the sun. Wiggle your little feet, dear. Come and warm your toes.