Michael T. Miyoshi

Self-published author (Amazon), blogger, poet, lyricist. @MichaelTMiyoshi

https://mediocreman.com

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Michael T. Miyoshi

Self-published author (Amazon), blogger, poet, lyricist. @MichaelTMiyoshi

https://mediocreman.com

134

Writings

Followers

Following

Rhythm and Rhyme

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

Just start writing do not think too much

Not about rhyme and meter and such

For you always deliver when in the clutch

You do it all the time.

Whether you are reciting at a poetry slam

Or with somebody’s band you start to jam

Or even just eating _Green Eggs and Ham_

You always do rhyme.

Speaking of food, you cook with such grace

With all of your food, I must stuff my face

I run to the table as if...

Poetry

Poke Life Back

Michael T. Miyoshi

3 min read

“Life is like a sharp stick…”

Grandpa started lots of stories with sharp objects. Sharp knives. Sharp stones. Sharp minds. Sharp eyes. And of course, sharp sticks.

“Life is like a sharp stick. Sometimes you poke your eye out. Sometimes you poke somebody else’s eye out. Sometimes you might even mean to do it.”

“Ah c’mon Grandpa. You never poked somebody’s eye out, didja?” Mona was alwa...

Drama

A Letter to Wile E. Coyote

Michael T. Miyoshi

2 min read

Dear Wile E. Coyote:

If watching cartoons has taught me anything, it is that you will never catch the Roadrunner.

I think it is funny the lengths that you go through to catch that very fast bird. The TNT. The Acme contraptions. The anvils. The anvils are the best. What are you thinking using an anvil and rubber band trying to shoot Roadrunner. Don’t you know that the earth will get pulled ...

Humour

The Meat Stamper

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

“Honey, where’s the meat stamper?”

“What are you talking about? There’s no such thing as a meat stamper.”

“Sure there is. I’ve seen you use it on steaks. You pound the meat a couple times to create a diamond-plating-like stamp on it. It’s so cool. Reminds me of my truck bumper.”

Darlene laughed. “You bonehead. That’s not a meat stamper. It’s a meat tenderizer.” She walked to the kitche...

Drama

Humour

Rue Today

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

I prayed this one is one of my smaller mistakes.

Mistakes. Errors. They say that we make them all the time. “To err is human.” Whoever said that does not know me. To err is me. That is more like it. To err is Rupert. Rue. That’s what they call me. I’m sure my mom rued the day she had me. Which is why she called me Rupert. And why she calls me Rue now. “Rue, go get me some coffee.” “...

Drama

Will I Fall?

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

Will I fall today? I am not sure. I know that I am destined to fall. One day. Probably sooner than later. After all, I have already changed color. But that is the problem, isn’t it. I am the most beautiful right before I fall to the ground. Right before I wither and die. Of course, I still have a little life in me now. Enough to know that I am not ready to fall. I am not ready to be dus...

Drama

Wallflowers on the Dance Floor

Michael T. Miyoshi

2 min read

It’s a junior high school dance. Lots of people here. I don’t need to be afraid. Just go up to one of the girls and ask her if she wants to dance. Just ask. Just ask.

“Hey, Sylvia…”

“No thank you, Skyler. Not now, not ever.”

She didn’t even wait for me to ask. I slink away. Now, I can hear Sylvia and her friends laughing behind my back.

“As if…”

“He’s the dorkiest guy at school.”

“Wh...

Drama

The Pub Portal

Michael T. Miyoshi

2 min read

“Is that what I think it is? A portal? I thought they only existed in movies and stories and video games. Should I jump? I mean, I am in the bathroom of this old pub. Where could it go?” He thought to himself. Then, he looked around. “Nobody here. I guess I’ll just…” He jumped.

A chorus of voices called out, “Norm!”

A postman patted him on the shoulder, “Hey, Norm. I’ve been saving yo...

Drama

Honor Among Thieves

Michael T. Miyoshi

3 min read

“You’re a grifter!”

“What?” Sam tilted her head and squinted her eye a bit. “A grifter?”

“Oh don’t con a con. I can spot a grifter a mile away. And that pouty look when you asked for bus fair?” Tina smiled. “Masterful. Who could deny you bus fair? Or maybe more?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh. Okay.” Tina winked. “You see a grifter is a con artist. So...

Drama

Headstone Inscription Dictation

Michael T. Miyoshi

2 min read

“I’m melting. Melting.” Joey nudged Stanley, and pointed to the headstone. “You think this is a gag graveyard?”

Stanley shrugged. “Could be. That one over there says, ‘Can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread…’” He shrugged again. “_Wizard of Oz_? _Gingerbread Man_? But who ever heard of a gag graveyard?”

Joey’s eyes went wide. “Maybe those old story tellers just told history as fables and ...

Drama

Horror