A Revised Edition
From The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, vol. II, 1850
In the icy air where the stars do sprinkle bright
keeping time, keeping time
with the jingling bells of night
it is there I lay my heart, my lonely heart
Hear the mellow wedding bells
the golden bells of happiness, ringing to foretell
Through the balmy air of night how they ring with such delight
from the molten-golden notes, the liquid ditty floats
A gush of euphony within her dwells
for a future that foretells of the rapture that impels
from the swinging and the ringing of the bells,
to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Later how they clang and clash and roar in the throbbing air
hear the tolling of the bells, the bells, the bells
in a world of solemn thought, their monody compels
in the silence of the night she shivers with affright
And the lover oh the lover, dwelling deep inside the steeple
all alone,.. tolling, tolling, in that muffled monotone
turns her heart to solid stone, as she listens to the bells
the bells, the bells, the bells...
I fell into a swoon under a burning moon,
flames setting me alight with a fiery affright
Come the mighty night
with stars and moon blazing bright.
Hunters hark delight!
Predators prey with sharp sight.
Smaller creatures cringe, affright!
I am African, I affirm that i am Original African
untainted, unblenched, unsoiled.
I am African,
with all the dignity of the first human.
unashamed, unbowed, undaunted. I am African.
unique, culturally so.
I am from the people whose origin birthed all others,
the first creatures of Earth.
I am African,
Boldly I declare,
with this strength and sinews affirming,
though they obscure my origin with fabrication,
and contorted the fact with lies,
Yet, my spirit aligning with the truth undeniable, I am African.
Though the glare of calumny opposes,
and unvoiced spite rent my melanin,
I stand unfettered declaring, I am African.
unrestricted traversing the globe,
from this climes to India,
I carry beauty across continents
sowing seeds everywhere.
I bore the heat unblenched.
I retain the goodness of Gold.
This sun does not affright.
it leaves no particles with the scourge.
When you see me touring the Land with strength,
Remember,
I am African.
Like Diamonds in the Trees
The freezing rain fell through the night
as Mother Nature cast her curse
and in the morn the world affright.
The chilling sight seemed so adverse;
a frozen wasteland getting worse.
But sunrise on the second day
found Mother Nature’s new display
as in the trees with icy tone
reflections in the sun’s bright ray
like diamonds on the branches shown.
February 6, 2022
Dizain
My Thoughts On Cancel Culture
Written: by Miracle Man
November 1, 2021
Cancel culture is stealing our freedom of speech,
when we disagree, practitioners will impeach.
We can express an opinion only if it agrees,
but canceled out by our refusal to appease.
Someone’s always offended by something we say,
is it really the speech or socialist way?
Perhaps its a logo that has caused our affright,
disagreements, then become, social media fights.
Daily I'm offended by something in my sight,
but I quickly remember that they too have a right.
We appear set in our ways refusing to bend,
I think the main reason, is we're just too thin skinned.
The Sandman tip-toes into the room
on that night when witches fly by on brooms
His task, alas, is daunting tonight
with ghosts affright, jack-o-lanterns alight
Yet tired trick-or-treaters soon enough
long for the comfort of their pillow's fluff
That's when the Sandman makes his move ~
tender eyelids grow heavy, magic touch again proved
Shadows fade into the night
Eerie darkness – oh, what a sight
Gloom and gore are my plight
Heart is racing as I write
Dreadful horror I try to smite
Fear falls heavy on hindsight
Terror trembles, it will ignite
Alarm at the grieving despite
Comforting thoughts that excite
Delaying the scare that is affright
Leaning into sorrow to unite
Worry, panic and distress at midnight
When all the nightmares come to light
Inside the one who knows the fight
Between life and death by candlelight
When everyone sees the oversight
Of forgetting that Halloween’s might
Is to frighten hearts to take flight
Leaving behind the hope that does delight
With guarantees of solace, oh, so bright
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October 14, 2021
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset,
Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness,
Dearth to darn the clout concord.
Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the hassle orifice...
Pensile the ensile spirits,
Circumscissile recoiled resiliency,
Nuanced tensile expansionism...
Normalise a new normal,
Order the prime heart to bloom,
Taper our united dreg to blossom...
Blight in frights,
Dight the twinight against any affright,
Infinity within.
The sky is cloudy,
thunderous sound terrified with lightening,
clueless people derping outside with rainshade,
the rumble is hostile, rainbow bow in terror,
The universe affright
Houses swamp,
Temblor shake our terrestrial
Pregnant woman distress,
grave open, the death rise,
endless chaos on earth,
the gate of Heavens open..
Errand-ghost arriving with their white garments,
they blindfold sinners and send them to eternal anguish.
The Messiah is coming!
Salvation to believers,
the realm of Heavens is silent,
few are chosen and many in anguish
Lord! Lord!!, the sinners called, the Lord answered not,
they gnash their teeths in torment,
dying soul die not,
Mercy! Mercy!!, they called, the Messiah is merciless,
Now!.. the blameless soul rejoice with the Messiah
and receive the crown of glory.....
Jehovah! Jehovah!! the sinless soul praise his name...
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here. There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
— Lord Byron
Morning love sought with riveting pink and amber foliage.
hunter-green mask
encapsulated service
fanfare from afar
elbow-high fives
Twilight burned hue of leaves behind charcoal trees; mood
that familiar pink
dissimilar dusk
cephalopod ink
blackened windows
swings like a pendulum — hopefulness holds tight,
suspended
above rhyme and season
legs dangling
affright coyote’s moon
waiting, spellbound for the aubade reprisal of light.
regale of a New Year
trumpeting
cloud nine
peacock-breath
11/22/2020
Sunday
The friar’s light, a deceiving light,
my nightmares deluding my mind
crossing the misty moors at night.
The friar’s light, a deceiving light.
Howling hounds affright – bite! They bite!
My eyes wide open but I’m blind!
The friar’s light, a deceiving light,
my nightmares deluding my mind.
Sewing And Reaping
By: Miracle Man
October 30, 2020
Some are content to follow another person’s path,
while others have a penchant for marking their own.
But irregardless of what lies in our path’s aftermath,
God holds us accountable for each seed that we’ve sown.
*“For whatsoever a man soweth, that he shall also reap,”
so make your path straight endeavoring to live upright.
If we live contrary, on our own head’s, coals we heap,
choose the path that precludes any thoughts of affright.
* Galatians 6:7
“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
~ By your Side ~
Keep me close by your side when the north winds howl
I'll snuggle tight in your lap through the night hours' chill
Those who call me a 'creature' will soon run afoul
Of a cry deep inside me relentlessly shrill
You're exhausted, you're drained, from work's mud and mire
Fall asleep now, my love, it's almost midnight --
Once fair morning will dawn, good cheer will retire
Yon wild witches on broomsticks, who shriek out affright...
In the day we will play, you and I by your side
Safe and sound in sun's rays, we'll stroll o'er the land
Roam the fields, feel the breeze, see the ocean, her tides
Have a picnic for two on a blanket of sand
Yes, I'm your kitten, your baby, who loves you so much
~ Ever thrills to your delicate fingers' fond touch
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