Mike Licht (Rhyet)

Poplar Grove, Illinois

Writing for two years under my name and the pen name of "Rhyet" (Made by combining letters in my name, the riot of emotions we feel, and by combining the first three and last two letters of my stylized poetry as the "Rhyming Poet"). My poetry is based on our own duality in the battle of the soul over our inner conflicts between evil thoughts, and our compassionate hearts. It is my hope that through understanding how we are all tied together in spirit, we will lend each other the helping hand we need.

Nature

Here to provide a place for you,
how about a little care for me too?

Birdsongs near streams,
and a babbling brook;
from the whisper of dreams,
the beauty - just look!

Need for man to take his role,
do his part in pollution control;
to many of you but I do my art,
up to you now - take your part.

Sent you a message in my work,
see the horizons where my storms lurk.

Don't cut all my trees as you'll need air,
yes I know it's not always fair;
sometime you must put life before job,
or from all existence you will rob.

Death comes for all and doesn't care,
even if you were an object that's rare;
I do what I can, but can do only so much,
but if you don't help, I'll have you for lunch.

Sufferance

About to float down Lethe - I feel, I need;
thoughts of times gone by, and an old past deed.

Oft to think of past times,
I think ... I wonder ...
who am I, who is the other,
why it's the I who should suffer.

Must be why God made the Mother,
who better to heal pain, my sister or brother?

It's time to live and put the past behind,
for life's sweet beauty you shall find.

It's time for life, let all live again,
let go, forgive all - of past sin.

To others we must all meet and greet,
no other way to find a friend;
if you're looking for that special one,
look there ... just around that bend.

Always remember the pain of others,
there for our love to help their suffers.

Their pain is not always for them to feel,
but to give the rest a chance to love and heal.