Best Substantiates Poems
Colourful art
secrets of nature
that glass art substantiates
vibrant florals dance
Written May 26th, 2016
Joined PoetrySoup on May 16th, 2013
For Glass art haiku contest by SKAT A
To dip our pails in the waters of Life
and reach the stars of heaven in our reason
and slide around the Lunar light
with the galaxy known within our season
To ride the universe and it’s rifts
to understand particles in microverse
and soar in mind to celestial lifts
wherein science proves it’s worth
To understand the dynamics of law
to probe the fields of creation
held within the cosmic maw
within truth and imagination
Protons, muons , neutrinos and quarks
vision to see beyond our soul
with their action conception sparks
the stuff of nature mind does probe
the second law of thermodynamics it’s fascination
unified field theory and relativity
prove the clause of universal creation
demonstrates truth in all we see
the mind seeks truth in all it’s fields
the phenomena of existence and time
til consciousness and knowledge reveals
and Intangics exist within our mind
The fields of theory are delicious
the ceaseless seeking the Son sublime
when it substantiates all our wishes
prove that truth is a precious find
Yeah no biblical source for this only 8yrs of Science
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Coffee
Can one survive on coffee and coffee alone?
Secrets are shared, coffee; the keystone.
Coffee is a beverage that opens your soul.
You can drink it sitting or while on a stroll.
Coffee brings people together.
Drinking this glorious elixir, helps us to remember.
As we remeniss, as we share.
Coffee again, in the mug is there.
It warms you on a cold winters day.
Coffee, it always finds a way.
Is there ever to much?
Has coffee become my own crutch?
My vice, it's deliciousness, coffee!
While I drink it I write, it's for me!!
Coffee is a main staple.
Coffee, without it I'm unable-
to focus, to communicate.
Coffee helps me to disseminate.
My words flow, my mind clear.
When my cup of coffee always near.
I know that when I feel low,
I can pour coffee into my cup,
my thoughts flow.
It helps me remember my mom,
she loved coffee too.
An addiction, an affliction.
It brings me closer to you.
They say that coffee is bad.
With this in mind, it makes me mad.
"Limit the intake", my husband always enunciates.
But I feel he doesn't understand,
I rely on coffee, it substantiates-
every word, every image,
my soul begs for it.
Everything I envisage.
I just LOVE COFFEE!
For the time when half the day has gone,
The catchword through admission, it is lost,
Lest a change of a word that can be, crossed,
As 'pass-ed' is the best choice, somewhat, is drawn.
One interprets a wasted period,
As the other substantiates the point,
Pivots on any given word, viewpoint,
One equivalent to a myriad.
Just a wrong word, to point, could start a war,
As the right word will start the peace process,
If no word is ventured, then none I guess,
Then nothing worthwhile would come to the floor.
When you move counter, left or right, there's talk,
When both moves centered, then it'll be head-on,
So best choice, "the day passed, then, "the day gone",
Meaningful day, in matters of the clock.