Dashes forward, forty miles an hour
a roar, to show it's power
Paws so strong, a neck, can break.
An Antelope, it 's life , it can take.
It can kill and carry, its prey away
to eat the rest, another day.
but he's just another, a carnivore
if no food, then he's no more.
He has a predator, it's called a man
Assyria King, took him for sport.
On Chariots high, with bow and arrow
and Kings, with servants, they did follow.
But courage, can be the symbol too
Invincibility, his Presence, l always knew
the other fierce, but l do not fear
he'll eat the straw, just like the Bull.
He will lie down with Peace, next to the Lamb
and wild beast is gone, its roar no more
from harm to Peace, it gives up the war
Invincibility, his Presence, is shown, to man.
So l fear not the Lion, its roar no more
from harm to Peace,
no more ,
learns War.
In the garden of silence, where shadows weave stories on the canvas of time,
The flower detaches from the branch of life, a silent tear of destiny,
Without tears and without resistance, lost in the ocean of misunderstood love,
A silent witness of a feeling that remains a hidden mystery in the soul.
Wrapped in the mantle of words of love, uprooted from its roots,
It embarks on a journey from one foreign hand to another, a wandering star,
Without finding a place to rest its dark dreams,
A soil of its own in which to anchor the desires that stir its heart.
In the desire to melt into the immortal fragrance of your love,
It leaves the warm embrace of the soil that gave it life and hope,
Dreaming of an eternity in your arms, calm, without fears,
But the treacherous winds steal its breath, thieves of dreams hidden in shadows.
When the night lays its dark velvet mantle over the world,
The flower remains just a withered tale, a whisper lost in time,
An echo of promised love but never fulfilled, a shattered dream,
At the edge of dawn that brings a new day, without the memory of its fragrance.
When we judge another, a mirror's gaze we meet
Reflecting our own flaws, our own unhealed defeat
A facet of ourselves, we reveal with each critique
A shadow within, that needs love's gentle technique
Our judgments, a beacon, shining bright and bold
Illuminating our own wounds, yet untold
A call to self-reflection, to confront and to face
The parts of ourselves, we've yet to embrace
In the eyes of another, our own flaws we see
A reflection of our own humanity
So let us soften our gaze, and look with kind eyes
For in judgment's mirror, our own healing lies.
Verity
Miracle Man
1/9/2025
Political truth is often perceived to come,
from the politicians lips the story last passed.
But If lips were moving there is a rule of thumb,
that he must be lying or just feeling outclassed.
Most Politicians are guilty of pollution,
they contaminate the air with unwanted sound.
I’d suggest term limits as starting solution,
giving another a chance for sheep to confound.
Our Shadow
Is Our Witness
Miracle Man
10/31/2024
Our shadows are mere reflections of our being,
not something that just appears on a sunny day.
They influence what others think and are seeing,
and often they form opinions that always stay.
In our shadows, the unknown to us, may repose,
Observing each thing we say, and what we're doing.
Then to another, a tongue will quickly disclose,
making known to others the path we're pursuing.
The sun starts it's day peeking over the blue horizon,
bright lights will shine on the blue sea.
What a way to welcome another a new day,
cool air surrounding you like a warm blanket.
As I walk,
light blue water kisses the sandy shore.
Pretty shells are everywhere,
as the birds scamper for breakfast.
I loved my many days at the beach,
now just a fond memory.
It's getting darker
All the time
I sit alone
It's getting darker
With every poem
I try and include
Another a one single person more
You know the score
No need for or telling you
How stupid and disrespectful of me
Thinking or believing
It's only just poor little me
Who knows
It's getting darker all the time
As you yourself aren't blind either
It's just none of can see
When all the lights have gone out
And we are left
Contemplating and imagining
What is truly going on out there and happening
In the pitch dark journeying on this ride forth
All alone without someone else's
Comforting hand to hold onto
Leave your family with virtues that are divine.
Like integrity, that keeps the world ashine.
Plus, that quality, called integrity.
That ranks right up with equality.
Teach us all, to never be a sheep,
But, in all relations goodness,to keep
To honor God and learn His teachings.
To know fully He is the source of all Healings.
To not speak a word of evil against another,a sin.
All the rage today, in an a world we live in!
To share all, as His sons and daughters,
Making us to all to honor one Father
There is zero reward in all our worldly wins!
For they come and then pass us quickly like a winter wind.
The truer values are of the Holy Spirit,
Oh, how so much more we can count in it.
May 9,2023
The story could not become stale:
Farouk had pilfered from a mail;
Also, in some shop picked a pail
And, yet, another a huge bale...
When things began to read "Jail"
Farouk had already turned tail
And for waiting ears had his tale:
That he had come to some friends hail,
One of them male and the other female.
Then, a Ben chose to at him rail,
Swearing to lock him up, no bail:
For simply leaning on a bale
And insisting he'd touched a pail,
His guilt linking with his face pale
And this repeating without fail...
So, please, Smart Cops should not me nail,
For this is all about False Trail.
Everyone is intelligent
Of this, histories are reminiscent
You know something I don't
And I too have something to front
Then comes the flowery ideal of the idealist
To be straight-faced by the reality of the realist
And you wonder as you watch in mime
Whether you were born before or after your time
Some assert their point across
And soft spoken reason suffers loss
Some claim to be a voice for the voiceless
Claiming to air the point of the pointless
Some know how, others know what
Some have the world round and others flat
Some reside in the serenity of thought and deed
Others on the podiums of herald and creed
All these are the plenitude of God's Grace
Our striving comprehension is His Master ace
As we behold Him doing a new thing
One time a lifting shout, another a jingling ring
The greatest of a time may become a hazy memory
Or a legend commanding some unfaded glory
But all in all be not he that the enemy mildly sifts
When you hold back your ministration by your gifts.
K. Muitherero.
Ten guitars line the wall
A rack of six, a rack of four
Standing sideways to me while
Proudly facing me, two more
Making the point that this was a
Place of music, joy, creative pain
Emphasised by the lyrics of
A broken daisy chain,
Another a song of
A life over too soon
The only expressed regret of
How he would miss the moon.
Music flowing over me
As I sit with half closed eyes
Sinking into the mood
Unaware of time flowing by.
Twelve guitars stand watching
Making me aware
This is a place of music
Of crafting, loving care.
I think they still watched me
As we closed the door
Wishing there had been time
To listen to so much more.
A circle of Stones never in rows
~ Stacked on one another a mystery it sows
Broken in Pieces
~ Mends in Tears
A path of death Embedded with Thorns
~ Soaked In Volcano, couldn't resist the Burns
Twisted Fate of Disaster
~ Pain Inflicted by Roster
The Days of Anguish
~ Preys of Couldn't Vanquish
Suns that let's out Burn
~ Our Worthless Tegument Torn
The Nights of Darkness and Fears
~ Soliloquizing it's Mares
Seeking the times of rest
~An Abode to camp and Nest.
Evil certainly plagues our world
Crossing boundaries, on the attack
Unacceptable actions against humanity
There’s no reason to stay silent
There’s no reason to submit
There’s no reason, no reason…
To turn our backs on values
To dampen love that we all need
Be willing to sacrifice
Spread love wherever you can
Build bridges with hearts
Hand another a life preserver
Give empathy where cries are heard
Discover wisdom within yourself
Be guided by light that starts in your soul
To shine on all the miles you travel
For you have a purpose…
And you have the will to choose
Be the light of a city in darkness
Like the stars across the midnight sky
Sparkle like the sun on waves in the ocean
Move with the tides…
Turn rocks with the currents until they are smooth
Reach the warmth of the shore and bring it home
Heidi Sands
5/14/22
The Lonely Numbers Game
David J Walker
One has paper
One has pen
One has thoughts of what the color
Of love might have been
One is the mother
The other a sister
Another a brother
But where is the father
In this hungry game
One is unknown
One without a name
One remembers every day though
One is just like the other and
All are the Ones are
just the same
One is forever
Without another
The first among
The lonely ones
In this lonely numbers game
But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity
I remember all his nights of stories and that
Orange little spark weaving tapestries of memory
Deep into the night dispersing the wrath of summer storms
into gentle rains
Passing the time in the deep afternoon stretching on to midnight after dinner n nothing on the tube
I see my father with trails of light around his face
from another time another a place
a different space
a world away
As that amber flares with each deep drag
on a simple cigarette blazing into the night,
relaxing in the moments
between storms of my history
and his memories
Watching the lighting play far out to sea
I watch stories woven as tapestries of light
about a time in his history
a place forever
in my memory
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