Oh my!
On the blossoms
Of the apple tree
You, butterfly
Keep sipping
The nectar
of the honey
As long as you desire
No police inspector
No dissenting voices
Curbing your choice
Just the flowers
Offering
Dense brown syrup
With the wind's sway
Stirring the DNA
Blurring the universe
Spectrum of blank verse
Regardless of the purse
No stress
Just embrace, press
and caress
In excess too
Nile in overly blue
Don't digress
Even for a moment
Yesterday, today
and tomorrow
All illuminated
On your wings
No strings
Agile in style
The clock's hands
Are fragile
Scattered around is destruction and debris blast-
Things rendered shapeless and futile ,but to ooze
Disgust and infinitely depressing misery profuse;
What was a pleasure and intact heaven, is lost !
Paralysed life and sickly breath is just a doom;
What came up in the spirit and sprouts of affinity,
And the blooming faith finds its end to infinity;
Intense fire has left behind the engirdling gloom
Weird ambition and endless greed do always swell :
All pursuits and desires fulfilled,man doth chase
The vain, 'undo' prompts of the hidden mind base
That blind the vision of the ensuant horror sequel
From the lithic to the vicious latent missile,
Devouring pathos,Rage has stretched its arm;
The charm of living is lost in death and sick harm
The extant essence of survival is lost in a while
Gone are twitters,chirps and the fresh pearly dew
The blessing sunrise and the sweet cool breeze;
Dissenting waves are churning the settled seas
Old order merges with the ruined past for the new!
News, Bah, Humbug
Miracle Man
1/16/2025
I was watching commercials
and was interrupted by news.
Read by opinionated anchors
with vastly dissenting views.
It set me to quietly thinking
which view, if any, might be true.
Would this be the morning
I saw truth makes it’s debut.
Each channel I turned to
gave it’s own political slant.
But before news time ended
they would quickly recant.
Then it’s back to commercials
which cause me to yawn.
But they pay for the news
from sunset until dawn.
The Remaking Of America
Written: by Miracle Man
6/21/2024
Each sunrise brings with it more horrid tidings,
America is now experiencing grievous change.
Seems no day passes without some rape or killing,
like livestock, illegals rush in to graze free range.
Many bring dissenting views and stated demands,
they wave their flags holding fast to former ways.
Some elected officials promote this way of thinking,
some stand around disoriented, frozen in a daze.
Many think it’s all a part of some grand scheme,
and time may come when only Government has a say.
We’re seeing the land we love destroyed from within,
the only hope we have is for Christians to pray.
One change that I notice most every day,
my freedoms are slowly being taken away.
But though they take all I have to give,
it’s the very best place on earth to live.
Tom
News, Blah, Blah
Miracle Man
4/19/2024
I begin each day,
watching the morning news.
I watch two channels,
and get dissenting views.
I ponder the question,
why aren’t both the same?
They each have a slant,
is it a political game?
Each stretches the truth,
to fit their party’s need.
Some journalist outright lie,
thus destroying truth’s seed.
There’s seldom worthy stories,
that get addressing.
And that’s why most days,
are becoming distressing.
But spewing some falsehood,
seems to be an obsession.
That’s why news junkies like myself,
often deal with depression.
They met in October, Mama and Papa Bear.
We were young, in love, we had no care!
From two dissenting clans, but we did dare….
Dancing in the leaves, reflected Mama Bear.
My clan has never let me back in their Papa said.
He smiled at his cubs and shook his furry head.
Let’s go see them, the twins said to each other.
Reuniting him as soon as they yelled “hello grandmother!”
Dogs growl with their eyes.
Kittens, bleat like sleeping lions.
Simplicity says nothing,
the wise listen.
Everything is a conversation,
nothing matters.
The land is for sale,
The dead plant their
alien hearts deep,
spaceships orbit as empty
as long locked museums.
The future conspires
to be a conspiracy,
everyone knows,
yet the hurricanes
keep coming.
Now its winter
that is a problem.
Now it's summer,
millions die complaining.
Rats in labs bathe under
radioactive lamps.
They thrive.
It's science,
its global idiocy,
there is no mercy
for the dissenting.
it's any day, that ends in
a sleepless night
of near extinction.
A well written poem
about nothing much at all
says itself
Critics lean forward
ready to pounce
The muse stands forth
the muse pronounced
Someone was clowning around
someone heckled
someone got bounced
the dissenting
were openly venting
After the word-play
a well-written poem
was framed and hung
and not in a good way
False Prophets
Spirituality for one, atheism for other
deterred
Skeptic dissenting extreme religiosity
wickedly interred
Charlatans deluded permeable minds
weaponized infectious lie
Prognostication of human destiny fails
for in time tyrannical powers, die!
Penned: 1?11/2022
12:18 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
The writer in me captures mind images
Arranging them neatly onto the page,
Becoming intriguing creative assemblages
Some are joyful, some are filled with rage.
Especially when I have lost my self-control
I find myself responding quite unrelenting,
Most times my words are meant to console
Other times I will write a verse dissenting.
What I pen is never intended to castigate,
Though I do not hesitate to respond in kind
When I am responding to a mean reprobate
Then, I seldom hesitate to speak my mind.
written November 5, 2021
I've tried so hard to live my life
As a caring human being
Don't understand all the conflicts
Solutions are so easily seen
Just do away with all the hate
It doesn't seem too complicated
What a triumph it surely would be
If everyone was dedicated
There I go, I'm dreaming again
People must think I'm naive
Don't know why I'm such an optimist
Guess it's just what I believe
Faith that people are basically good
When offered simple choices
They'll usually choose the right path to take
Be damned, those dissenting voices
Call me what you will, my faith is strong
I feel much better this way
To me it isn't a great mystery, my friends
Let's all feast on a happiness buffet!
I prefer to live
lost in mine
dreams,
than live this
cruel reality and
fatalistic world ...
I prefer this life
idealized and true,
than the farce we live in:
half truths,
wrap,
and addiction ...
I always prefer
hear silent
stars
than this shrill,
malicious music
that offers us
as a feast ...
I prefer the reverie
healthy poetry,
than the rules don't
fulfilled from
social hypocrisy ...
I prefer to sow
grains of tenderness
and be natural,
than participate
harvest
this singular
progress...
I prefer the bark of
street dogs,
the meows of cats
on the roof, than
dissenting voices
of the lords of
derision and
misery...
I prefer to dream
and continue living
being platonic
and utopian ...
knowing how
i realize ...
'I am not the only one... "
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This Too Shall Pass
By: Miracle Man
3-27-2020
Life today has become all about adjusting,
It becomes easier when in God we’re trusting.
Our faith tells us God will see us through,
so we do each day, what life forces us to do.
Each sunrise brings with it more bad news,
and the media is dispersing dissenting views.
We try to avoid listening thinking we can hide,
but by official edicts we must learn to abide.
Everyone appears eager to offer some new fix,
some are smoke and mirrors from a bag of tricks.
Solutions aren’t coming from the head of the class,
but like the old saying goes, “this too shall pass.”
I've tried so hard to live my life
As a caring human being
Don't understand all the conflicts
Solutions are so easily seen
Just do away with all the hate
It doesn't seem too complicated
What a triumph it surely would be
If everyone was dedicated
There I go, I'm dreaming again
People must think I'm naive
Don't know why I'm such an optimist
Guess it's just what I believe
Faith that people are basically good
When offered simple choices
They'll usually choose the right path to take
Be damned, those dissenting voices
Call me what you will, my faith is strong
I feel much better this way
To me, it isn't a great mystery, my friends
Let's all feast on a happiness buffet!
Fake News 2
Written: by Miracle Man
1-13-2020
To discredit those having dissenting views,
Cable News has resorted to reporting “fake news.”
These fabricated stories that shame the truth,
Are nurtured by those, both arrogant and uncouth.
The thought of a scoop must trump stupidity,
So, many won’t fact check to verify validity.
Some are reporting things knowing they’re a lie,
But things never change without a public outcry.
Anything goes just improve the Nielsen rating,
If it isn’t gun violence it’s about race baiting.
Give us Hollywood opinions from superior minds,
And every thirty minutes the tape rewinds.
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