Michael Harvey
The drunken poet danced with fireplugs, Sang of false joy and desperation
The drunken poet danced with fireplugs,
Sang of false joy and desperation
Down and around that infamous corner,
While hard men swaggered,
And willful blackguards staggered
Back to the waters' edge.
They longed for soft skin,
A moment's release, a pretense of love.
They stood alone.Welcome
How did you cross my path?
You are a stranger to me,
Quantity unknown,
Persona untold.# 1
Dance with me,
Before the storms,
The sorrows.
Dance fearlessly,
In howling winds.
Sing songs unknown.
Feel the heat:
Love realized
Completely.
Lie quietly
Among the dunes.
Sand-swept, windblown.The sun is gone
the stars and moon our only light.
The sheets, crisp linen.
From the window, sweet
Gardenia fills the air.
And you stand as a silhouette.
The moon behind you
White gown drapes your body
Soft and warm for me, sweet
Gardenia in your hair...
Give me your cheek, your lips,
Yielding tender breasts and more...
Dance with me, together as
One, two, three, one, two, sweet
Gardenias everywhere.
Bloom now,
Spread wide.
The hummingbird seeks
What the meadow produces -
A delicate and fragrant flower …
The root pushes to the ground,
Ballet at once.
Different feel:
Creating form,
viewing that form,
photo or vid.
(Being or
seeing self.)
Perhaps that's why
there are mirrors
in studios -
to feel it all.
形成
无形
Thoughts and distractions
As if yesterday remains...
December 3, 2018We laid a pallet on the floor Stretched out Drenched in fragrance There was no Resistance, no Discussion, no Negotiation. Yielding, Accepting, Welcoming. Laid on that pallet on the floor, as one. Add paragraph text here.June 25, 2015The heliocentric cabaret brought music of the spheres, The Roma's violin sang Czardas to our ears, Laughing, cruel fanatics added reason to our fears, But those winds are gone. The night is long. The shadows of our yesterdays are really not our past, We thought the noticed moments of our...Photographs...
My work, good or bad, sane or mad...
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...and memories
It is more than paint on canvas:
A map of my soul...
It was so obvious!
As soon as I saw it,
I recognized:
The joy,
The pain.
But how did you know my fear?#
In the shadows
Behind the curtains,
In dark rooms,
She sees what is hidden:
Her naked soul.
Yes, she sees herself
As no one else can,
As no one else should.
That which is hidden:
Her naked soul.#
My lips would brush against rose petals;
My tongue would trace a secret line:
I would taste the morning dew.#
It was a sweet song:
Your name was in it.
Two birds sang the melody.Beat Poet
Unemployed
Jan 2013 – Present
Of what shall we speak,
And of what shall we remain silent,
Never whisper unto the sea
Or gesture into the morning's fog?
I listen to the silence.
Can you hear?M. Harvey Multidiscipline Arts
Self employed
Nov 2012
Writing, performance artist, consulting, trading, creating, photography, eclectic marketing, rare books.
Iconoclast sans frontières.
There is no limit to the mind.
Allied Electronics
Account Manager, Internet Marketing Specialist.
Nov 2004 – Jan 2013
Master Distributors
Internet Market Coordinator
2001 – 2004
Client relations, web guidance and advisor
California Switch & Signal
Marketing research, audio and recording consultant
1984 – 2001
Profiler, Music recording and mastering, video and film.
MY MOTTO
Shadows, like sand:
Passing strangerssing of sweet sorrows
on this road toTHE END.
SKILLS
Poet
Photography
Sales
Marketing
EDUCATION
University of Texas, Austin
BS Chemical Engineering
BBA Marketing
1971 - 1977
Thomas Jefferson H. S.
Dallas, Texas
1962 - 1964
Endorsements
Louise Brough
Writer and historical research
To endorse you--really--I would say you are a fine gentleman...a man on whom one can truly and fully depend, in time of joy and in time of crises. One who has my back....and one who can soothe my soul, who through
some divine prompting can uplift my spirits, one who has knowledge, who thinks usually before he speaks, whose intelligence and well-read information never ceases to amaze me. Your integrity and focus are qualities I feel sure are an integral part of you. All those qualities make you the person you are, and thus, your skills and expertise
simply are a given...true, honed by years of "practice" and diligence on your part. One should not forget...your great humor and sense thereof.
And lest I forget...your wonderful poetry....M. H. is an amazing man. His talents know no bounds, his mind stirs the
creativity in his soul that pours words out onto paper or visions onto
canvas or any other media available to him. He has a beautiful eye that
sees life and recreates it for all to see and realize earth's beauty
through his creative interpretation. I am grateful to have known this
man for more years than I care to mention. I highly recommend M. H. for
his talents, as his work will validate.Tom Domino
CEO at Currently Retired
Michael is an outstanding team member and person. He is honest, very reliable and creative, especially. He is very likeable and comfortable dealng with multinational cultures. I have enjoyed working with Michael these past 8 plus years and highly recommend him.
Michelle Riley
Quality Specialist II at AE Petsche, An Arrow Electronics Company
Michael is a intelligent, self-motivated, energetic individual who is very passionate about his work and those around him. I have worked with Michael for several years and my contact with him has always been positive and enlightening. He is also a team player and he loves helping others. He is an excellent asset to any project.
Mark Simon
VP Sales at Allied Electronics
Michael is a very hard working, creative person who puts a lot of pride in delivering great results. He does his best to understand the goals of his clients and the team. I would strongly recommend Michael for any role he has been given.
Notes:
Notes that floats above the range
In cities strange, or home
Where the hip-slip buffalo roam,
While the tenor man bleeds the reeds
Until the cows come home.
Saturday night the show begins
At ten.
No cover, two drink min.
Copyright 2015