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

142

Writings

Followers

Following

The Puppy’s New Baby

Michael T. Miyoshi

3 min read

“Our humans are home! Our humans are home! I can hear them in the driveway. C’mon Mama! Let’s see what they brought!”

I turn around in circles and fall a couple times because my feet are too big, but Mama just sits there. She perked up her ears and sniffed the air, but then she put her head down on her crossed front paws. Then, the door opens. Mama lifts up her head sniffs the air and walk...

Drama

The Hurt from Little Lies

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

The dark clouds loom low in the skies

They take the sunshine from my eyes

Clouds foreboding, dark portends

Upon my soul the hurt descends.

Then the rain comes cold and slashing

Sets my teeth violently gnashing

But the drops conceal my tears

Of hurt I’ve felt throughout the years.

Hurt that comes not from the skies

But from the ‘cumulation of the lies

Little words turned with a smirk

Deep in the ...

Poetry

Hit and Run

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

I didn’t mean to kill him… It was just an accident. I mean I just looked in the rearview mirror for a second. Like you’re supposed to do. Check your mirrors. Make sure that the road is safe behind as well as in front. But in that split second as I was checking the mirror, he must have jumped out in front of me. I felt the sickening bump, bump. But it was such minor sound and feeling that I...

Drama

Always Chosen Last

Michael T. Miyoshi

1 min read

I never liked the feeling

Of always being chosen last

Especially when my friends

Apologized for having passed

They looked right in my eyes

As they chose their teams

And decided they should choose

Another kid whose eyes did beam.

I knew that I was not so great

At kicking the kickball

Or running ‘round the bases

Sometimes I would even fall

So though it hurt I understood

I was not my friends’ first p...

Poetry

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