Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
Place : 2nd
Categories:
discoursed, storm, water,
Form: Rhyme
DAFFODILS
daffodils thrive in very late
Winter
with
no reflection of their beauty
which
is
readily discoursed before other
buds
blossom
daffodils
alive
because rains have been plentiful
yellow
same
as dandelions which scatter
by
wind
but daffodils are planned
not
promiscuous
3/11/2021
Categories:
discoursed, flower,
Form: Free verse
Better to slip through
than run over
Better to finesse
than to force
Better to persuade
than to dictate
Discretion
—all meaning discoursed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
Categories:
discoursed, life,
Form: Rhyme
"Moonlights Riddle"
"Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin bittersweet songs
Of melodies pure & true
Sayn
This is my message to you" (Bob Marley)
Beautiful soul
Tarnished in pain
Stained by woes decisions
Neddle points precision
Cuts deep
Underneath
We all bleed
Underneath
We all need
We all breathe
Breath
Underneath
We all suffocate
we all, We All, WE ALL
Just need to breathe, BREADTH
We all need to just breathe free
Sometimes
We all need to just move our feet
Sometimes
We all get bogged down in the rythym
Out of rythym
Sometimes
We are all just trying our best to adjust
Sometimes
We are all just trying our best to find adjustment
Just trying our best to find our way
Out of tune
In need of a tune up
Sisters Brothers
Mothers Fathers
Sons & Daughters
Loved & Lost
Lost & Loved
Missed
Broken strings & cords
In discourse
Discoursed thru missed accordance
Lost & Found
Daughters & Sons
Fathers Mothers
Brothers Sisters
Missed
Loved & Lost
Lost & Loved
Found Again
If Only For Just This One Instance
Walking The Same Roads Different
CROSSING PATHS
7/1/19(edit)10/21/21
Categories:
discoursed, addiction, brother, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
The Imam of the way of life, calls of prayer,
Traverses from the tower, to reach all ears,
Men in worldly activities, momentary – engrossed,
Set themselves free, to a transitory stop.
In reverence, all and one, orient them to the land,
Where the last prophet of God, discoursed on parched sand,
Adam, Ibrahim, Moses, Jesus all converge in a path,
For the vision of Gabriel, and revelations, no mirth;
Complete surrender visions life, to one illiterate of script,
With the magical touch of an angel, put messengers fear to sleep,
The creator of humankind, bestowed in him thoughts,
The creation of Adam, from a blood clot;
The disgrace shall disappear, by the Allah’s will,
Immerse yourself in good, for kith and kin your feel,
Serve your guests generously, and help the destitute,
For it is the same angel of Moses, who protects the secret truth;
“May peace be upon them”, the world echoes in faith, good,
To transgress humanity, into “Universal Brotherhood”;
Categories:
discoursed, allah, allegory, appreciation, deep,
Form: Manqabat
Either struggle at talking now,
Or struggle in armament later,
Deal with the battle inside yourselves,
Or get others to face your fiery hater.
Talking and discussion are always best,
Considering and exchanging views,
Concerning yourself with the other way,
Appreciating what they've already given you.
Opposing sides mean two different opinions,
Two points of view to be explored;
The conception of war is not something alien,
’Cos redirection only means a discoursed poured.
Peace does not mean dissolution,
It vestiges an agreement between two sides,
That one has superseded and attained power,
With grit, determination and more besides.
War injures so many people,
That a dialogue should exist strong and giving,
And before hostility and struggle become national,
Diplomacy should be the politician’s living.
Categories:
discoursed, emotions, leadership, peace, planet,
Form: Rhyme
My souls are dying because you love in hell. Please do not be discoursed if I am here. You well fall [my love and death] well come to you and please do not distrust my work. I am not done in the world you see. It is becoming the 7th day you my children are making it for me. In the past you well find the future. If we die I have a back up plane. It consists on Orion's belt. What do you think I told the Faro?? Jesus was looking at you when you were born, lived and died. Now hell is coming. I well die if I have anything to say about it. When I get back to the highest heaven I well question in killing the ******* or the devil.
Categories:
discoursed, god,
Form: Romanticism
The sun shown down
on the silken town
and magic was her name
ten thousand rooms
had come to tomb
and in the desert lain
The magics source
had once discoursed
the runes and tomes were gone
It's arrogance
had brought it hence
she lost her gift of song
from dusk to dawn
the sand grinds on
the grave in which she lay
Knowledge once was there
So much to spare
too much was thrown away
All the abuse
that she had loosed
turned on her one day
The common man
about the land
sought magic to keep at bay
What was lost
cannot be found
but now is dust
upon the ground
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
discoursed, religion, lost, lost, magic,
Form: Rhyme
I walked on the sun and did not see the light
I walked through the graveyard with nary a fright
In childlike wonder I took no delight
I walked through the valley of death and I lived
Shared a moment of passion I know not who with
And slowly found out I have nothing to give
I walked down a path by the light of the moon
I learned how to dance and I learned how to swoon
And I sharpened my tongue with intention to wound
I walked by a shadow alone in the dark
Discoursed with him silently just for a lark
We walked until morning and found the world stark
I buried the shade of me under a tree
And went 'bout my business with purposeful glee
Taking solace in knowing I never would be.
Categories:
discoursed, introspection, life, love, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
i am contrite when i contrive when i ruthlessly deprive
i relate when i sedate when i have a happy plate-
my remorse is discoursed thoroughly,
forced to pout with a broken snout-
my plight is to unite to stop the fight &
begin anew facing the same direction,
to gnaw & chew away the infection,
to leave no flesh to fester.
don't think this clever, the endeavor is
wet soap tumbling from my hands- i'm just
the dope clinging, pretending i'm cleaning,
singing incoherently, blatantly losing 'it'
(coincidently he / she / it / they
developmentally disabled) the label enables much
discrepancy much room to squirm betwixt firm
boundaries & morals mixed (such a beast must be fixed)
quarrelsome quaint & transfixed
at the concept- socially inept suddenly-
(intercept the spirit, pretend hard not to fear it)
Categories:
discoursed, allegory, introspection, life, passion
Form: Free verse