Wrapped of what is luxurious
Befits a beach resort;
For its chiffon's
Fine sensations;
Wearing this coolness as one does.
Breezily flung of whom
As Sea Goddess
Is sought. To bless!
What name befits my current plight?
Cursed, broken, depressed, or a walking dead?
I've tried and tried to find an easy light,
Through this hard life, just to make it ahead.
Yet failure greets me, and it breaks me inside,
I believe in God, but He's too quiet for me.
Are my sins too many, His light to hide?
Or He turned his face and let me suffer silently?
Was I born at a time so wrong,
Where every odd against me does play?
Friendless, unlucky, unfortunate, I belong,
To a soul, mind, and life in disarray.
How plain can I speak for you to understand?
I'm struggling, financially, spiritually, thinking of DEATH.
But I'm too young to leave this land,
My family looks up to me with their hopeful breath.
What shall I do, peasant's boy, now grown?
God, hear this sinner's plea.
Rescue my soul, don't leave me alone,
Let me serve you, and let my spirit be free.
I dream of a life good and fair,
Have me experience that before my eyes close.
Change me, Lord, with your loving care,
Free me from this path of pain and woes.
Early to rise is for the sun,
To get its radiance high,
Illuminating the earth with hopes,
Until nature is satisfied and done.
I've seen your tiredness, weariness,
And your readiness to give it all up,
Maybe you've forgotten
All that you represent and embody.
Your pain is for greater gain;
The joy you bring is sweeter than honey.
Like raindrops give abundant hopes and joy to farmers,
So are you to everyone.
Life is beautiful with nature;
You make the universe meaningful with your existence.
You, a special soul,
Physical embodiment of higher virtues.
Nothing compares to the tides of the ocean.
Each thing is best in its own time;
The sun shines brightest in the day,
The moon befits the night, and the star,
The crown is unique and symbolic for kings.
Everything has its honor in its time;
You own every moment, though each is different.
You are a warrior without a sword,
A sailor without a boat,
A soldier without a gun,
A beauty born from ashes.
You are very special.
How long have we known you, a lifetime it seems,
upon reflection, about ten years have passed.
The first thing one notices is your face that beams,
smiles leave an impression that will always last.
Always, and without effort, you flash your smile,
and we've never seen you when your face was dour.
It's who you are and it befits your profile,
Your smiling face will never portray glower.
I oft think your days can't all be just aglow,
do you lift others spirits with hurt hidden?
From your sunny disposition one won't know,
You're always found doing what God has bidden.
Your smile is an asset which God has endowed,
a blessing that has often helped me to mend.
You give them away always making God proud,
Thank you Sister Toni for being our friend.
It's time for a serious poem
So I can truly show 'em
That I've mastered metaphor
simile, prosaic petit fours ...
I'll pull out all the stops
rhyme and meter, extra hops
Brew up such a batch of phraseology
as befits an epic of eschatology ...
My vocabulary will absolutely astound you
as to the heights it soars and leaps-'n'-bounds you
And as for opaque literary allusions
why, there will be multitudinous profusions ...
But if all this still does not pass critical muster
~ I'll hire AI to adjust her
from my new novel, Approaching Storm.
Left (front) Dust Jacket Quote:
“The bats in the tower
rats in the barn
Night befits cowards
who run from the storm”
Right (rear) Dust Jacket Quote:
“When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs”
Colored checkered patterns,
Dashing, vibrant colors,
Hand-woven cloth strips,
Dazzling geometric shapes.
Characterized by weft designs,
Vivid, eye-appealing texture,
Ghana’s national cloth,
A royal favorite outfit.
From the coast of Western Africa,
An indigenous, local brand,
Handed down from ages to ages,
Maiden style left intact.
Renowned across borders
For its alluring tapestry marvels,
Its cherished history staggers,
Our obroni friends adore it.
Oh yes, Africans just love it!
So get a piece of kente that befits,
With its uniquely native patterns,
And let’s celebrate and project.
This is our heritage, our culture, our tradition.
This is Ghana’s premium kente,
The golden cloth from the midlands.
The bats in the tower
rats in the barn
Night befits cowards
who run from the storm
(Poem To End Chapter 48: March, 2023)
His fragile frame spills scarlet still warmed by the fervency of his love
Love never to be betrayed further
Stolen from me in his naive pursuit of a modus vivendi
Between my alcove in his heart and his virtuous morality
We spoke so often of immortality
Of eternal legacies of splendor
While your lulling warmth obscured its austere nature
But now my hands are stained with carmine life
And my aureate tresses are dull with guilt
I am Aristos Akhaio, the best of men
yet i pale in the face of your magnificence
Doomed to a fleeting hope for mortal life and glory
When you were all I ever truly longed for
Even in death you watch me
Not in reverence but adoration
Your shrouded figure etched into my recollection
But sadistically lost to me forevermore
Glory befits the strong
Or so i once heard
But I never sought glory of any name but yours
Broken down into 3 syllables sobbed into the air
You were never your fathers' glory but to me you are everything
My only life, my only legacy, my only love
And my strength was stolen by the whisper of your broken breath
Safe from the storm
I reel in your love
gray clouds part
peeks of sunshine
rule my daytime solace.
We share a history of plenty,
Bonafide benevolence befits
our complete contemplation.
We return to a once stated
togetherness that gives us a reprieve
unbeknownst to other lives lived.
We settle into a compromised groove
of two, yet bestows a totality of one.
Between us lingers our past endeavors
the future retrieves our past and sets
our present persistence to an
eternal glimmer glowing giving of
everlasting erotic mega memories.
We share each other as one in the same.
THE BALLAD OF THE EARTH
O blessed earth, that carries me
To conquer all my days
You lift me up, and set me right
In thy peculiar ways
The sky above befits thy sight
The sun, thy welcome rays
The moon befits the prairie light
A cowboy's night displays
The stars were made to light the way
When sunlight fades and falls
To shine again the coming day
When mother nature calls
The rivers and the tiny streams
Are mother nature’s blood
They feed the land with hopes and dreams
To rise above the mud
Thy mountains call, the weary heart
The soul that needs to rest
Thy fountains are the spring of life
That suckle by the breast
Thy islands are the family jewels
That beautify the earth
They rise to catch the misty morn
To match their timeless worth
O earth, the mother of our souls
The keeper of our strength
The sure foundation of the rock
That guides our measured length
The sacred life, that here abides
To share the fate of man
Is boundless in the grand display
Of glory in the plan.
Flying from out of the eerie world of spirits
The Sphinx has come to crouch and pose :
'To close Pandora's Box solve the puzzle of Greed !'
Trust not Luck , nor Fate but work with wits ;
The fire of greed and desire plays havoc ,
Crippling the ability to seek content even in bits
And wipe out the artefact of divine replica ;
"Abracadabra " ,here is the only panacea that befits ;
Will Oedipus or Jason rescue the race , comatose
' Solve the puzzle of Greed to close Pandora's Box ! '
And find the new glow of hope that emits .
I have now extended this
When astrologers travelled from afar
they were led from the east by a star.
Through King Herod they sought
the infant King at his court
to pay homage with gifts such as myrrh.
King Herod reacting in fury
having asked scribes and priests was sure he
knew just where he'd be found.
So the Magi profound
under the star found the babe securely.
Bowing before him they offered their gifts,
gold frankincense and myrrh as befits
Jesus the suckling King.
Then homeward returning
far away from King Herod's raging fits.
Herod discovering that he'd been deceived
ordered the slaughter of boys to proceed
in Bethlehem town
and the region around,
leaving their parents so deeply bereaved.
But Joseph with Mary to Egypt flew
to keep Jesus safe until they knew
king Herod was dead.
Relieved of their dread
they returned, making prophecies come true.
Matthew 2
“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie, face
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!”
“Address To A Haggis”, Robert Burns, 1786.
(Keeper o’er the Fourth Kingdom)
Robert, Robert, Fourth Kingdom
Gate Keeper.
No Telestial glory
Befits the poet deeper!
Wherefore is thy legacy
Robert Burns, regretfully
Wherefore is thy Haggis?
Thy Puddin’ flees before thee.
Thy Hippopotami give birth
Purple, purple, such deliver
The royal eggplant hatchling
That multiplies the giver!
Celestial porridge is thy claim
As such befits thy story
But no resplendent poet name
Perpetuates thy glory
Terrestial kingdoms blissfully
Reject that higher leaven
But thou hast won, delectably
That Kingdom Fourth of Heaven!
What’s In A Smile?
Written: by Miracle Man
1-13-2020
How long have we known you, a lifetime it seems,
upon reflection, about ten years are past.
The first thing one notices is a face that beams,
smiles make an impression that always last.
Always without effort you flash your smile,
I’ve never seen you sister when your face was dour.
It’s who you are and befits your profile,
A smiling face is unable to portray glower.
I oft think, all your days, can’t be rimmed in glow,
do you lift others spirits, keeping your hurt hidden?
From your sunny disposition one wouldn’t know,
you’re always found doing what God has bidden.
A smile is an asset in which all aren’t endowed,
your smile is a blessing that helps others mend.
You give them away thus making God proud,
Thank you sister for being our great friend.
"A warm smile is the universal language of kindness"
William Arthur Ward
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