Electrical spark, you are nothing without me!
Brags arrogant spark plug, my cousin, Lee.
Distributor gets mad and keeps current back.
Cylinder gives spark plug a mighty ugly mean whack.
Gasoline engine starts up now in the right way.
Jealousy handled by Cylinder, because she don’t play!
Forgiving Doesn’t Mean Forgetting
Haiku: by Miracle Man
November 15, 2021
Everyone’s treated
unjust at some time in life;
forgive and move on.
“He who cannot forgive others
destroys the bridge over which he himself must pass.”
George Herbert
trees dilly-O sing.
mellow skies surmise —
they’re not quite blue, white nor gray.
knocking in front and back —
pileated woodpeckers, shockers
with crests, crafty
to home owls and bats,
like royal courts of yore
dillydally the enemy within
mine walls.
the oaks shade their eyes,
press into my panes,
scratch during a storm,
rain on my parade.
yet, I can’t help...but adore
the pines and oaks,
ivy that wraps serpentine around bark,
wild flowers ready to leap
on ballet toes,
touch my nose with romantic scent.
so Spring,
the sachet of hidden things,
like a freeze game come to life
with intrigue, potentiality
of pairings — doves, robins,
crows and the like.
what if i could climb the tall trunk
high, below the unseen clouds —
easy does it.
my hair sailing like a pirate.
my grin foolhardy.
my heart doesn’t know what it needs.
it needs trees.
2/27/2021
how big is a soul
the truth is nobody knows
~ immeasurable
Spice doesn’t Like me Anymore
David J Walker
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
A taco would be nice
With a little Spanish rice but
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
Some frijoles with grated
cheddar cheese
would be fine but let me
add please,
leave off the jalapeno
cause its just No Bueno
Spice doesn’t like me any more
At one time I could eat it with ease
But now not even Chinese
That Goo goo Guy Pan is for a
Younger man
Cause Spice doesn’t like me anymore
So what am I supposed to eat
That doesn’t have just a little heat
There are very few dips
As good as Salsa and Chips
Too bad
Cause Spice isn’t nice
And nothing will suffice
And it’s hard to think twice
About paying the price
For guacamole with chipotle
Once more
But Spice doesn’t like me
Anymore
as I'm siting by the window
observing the abandoned sky
on my leather chair
I observe no moon
just pure rain falling
drinking warm tea
at 1:30am
I see people getting stabbed
I'm not calling anyone anymore
let them be dead for all I care
I notice red lights
the neighborhood
turned their eyes on me
God doesn’t Make Junk
By: Miracle Man
9-8-2019
Never neglect,
giving God full measure.
Slacking will surely,
bring HIM displeasure
Don’t be found shirking,
for HE knows your heart.
God never makes junk,
But HE does deal in art.
It’s highly unlikely I'd want you to like me sticking your nose in my business,
too then go write me word impolitely a view subjectively witnessed,
condemn my behaviour speak like the saviour off to the high road in bliss,
ignorant with no hold on yourself arrogantly involved with myself why not resist,
because,
condemning aloud stokes the fire evoking a vile to carry on with,
new words feed flames you div so an incite all I give,
you stoked the fire let flames enlighten,
don't get involved when others are fighting.
It's Stupid.
Legal Doesn’t Make it Right
Written: by Miracle Man
5-29-2019
We routinely pass laws making sinful things lawful,
These laws cause abuse, and lead to treating others awful.
For revenue we accept change, from black & white to gray,
And because sin’s now legal many consider it OK.
Some people then partake in an attempt to seem rad,
And once in Satan’s hold, have abandoned the triad.
Our vision has become clouded to the words God has spoken,
Sin will always leave people- wounded, hurt and broken.
No longer, will the Christian majority, appear gospel shod,
When we forget that we can’t change the laws of God.
“The right to do something
Does not mean that doing it is right”
William Safire
A plum tree blooms by my inkstone-washing sink,
And every blossom is stained with the light ink.
Though lack of bright colors for people to praise,
It fills the world with pure fragrance and rays.
(tran.)
The raven has a bad reputation; it is undeserved.
Superstition has caused some to hate raven but, some fear him.
Birds are symbols for the soul; they fly close to Heaven.
It Doesn’t Seem Real
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
12:40 PM
It doesn’t seem real Jake that three months ago today
You broke my heart in two just when I thought you would stay
But here it is three months again no word or goodbye from you
This last time when you came back you swore your love to me
That you would always and forever be mine
But once again you broke my heart and all I do is cry until I can barely see
I guess to you forever was just a line .
I write to you every day and I pray down on my knees
For just a word from you so that the pain I feel might ease
I don’t understand you Jake
how could you just up and leave
The least you could do is talk to me for my sake
So I can get some kind of closure and once and for all I can grieve.
I have loved you all of these years never failing to let you come back
Although you Cause me a lot of heartache and tears
I pray that God will give you what you slack
Just because they can’t see my scars
Doesn’t mean that I’m without wounds.
Just because they’ve never seen my tears
Doesn’t mean I’m afraid to cry.
Just because they aren’t able see my heart
Doesn’t mean it has never been broken or has ne’er been open.
Just because I choose to be quiet sometimes
Doesn’t mean it’s them whom I wish to ignore.
Just because I have them believe that I’m okay
Doesn’t mean I am or am not.
It may mean possibly, that I’m simply just trying survive Day to Day,
Hour to Hour,
Minute to Minute
Second to Second.
Like everyone else.
Life happens to everyone-anyone...
So “just because” needs to be nothing more than anything else that isn’t revealed until it is.
Just Because.
What doesn’t kill us …. may smother our soul
while brain and body breathe yet, as ever so;
Fragile core pieces may splinter and ache,
mourn the sparks fate did not wake
while notions continue for motion's sake;
What doesn’t break us …. may garrote our spirit,
burn our ink to day dark dust
where no write pens a peaceful brush
or pain stroked hush.
Does it matter what I say?
Does it matter from day to day?
Does it matter if im here?
It doesn't matter,
Thats how it always appears,
Does it matter if I yell?
Does it matter if I fail?
Does it matter i'm only human?
No it doesn't matter,
Because it's not worth it,
Does it matter I care?
Does it matter if I have a heart?
Does it matter if things seem to fall apart?
No it doesn't matter,
From this point,
It seems that nothing will.....
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