The rusty swing set
sings in the wind.
It hasn't seen much use
Since we were children.
Nineteen sixty is when it began.
My older sister Flo
is a mentor and friend,
she is twelve and I am ten.
We loved that swing set.
so, did our friends.
Weel never forget that
it was aqua blue then.
On the yard swing
We could Climb, fly, and glide.
Like a bunch of monkeys
on skating ice.
Little bobby jumped off tumbled and cried.
So, we all got lectured about circus rides.
When were together,
We all laugh and smile.
Flo met her Beau,
When she was nineteen.
And Many folks know.
She is due in the spring.
I see us in the sunshine
now and again.
And the rusty swing set.
Yet sings in the wind,
Sometimes looking back
can be step forward --
being certain of where not
to return -- paths of experience
already traveled. Grass-less ruts
heavily trafficked by self and
loser others -- I search for detours,
missed games of chance --
though lectured long and wide
on the pitfalls of gambling...God,
our perfect example!~ His life
and death wager of Free Will...
What greater stake than a Soul?
Each of us given one Gambit
of Time!?
Jung lectured of dogma
its strangling of the symbol
the Medieval melted with magma
doubt was born, its smile twinkled
As monks wrote songs of Poliphile
Seeking soul from the external
in the Enlightened world,
nothing seems to be real
For eons our ancestors
were certain of the eternal
Is the light worth its weight?
Pain now lifted by pharmaceuticals
A flock who just can't walk straight
Now we live in plight or we are
simply deemed neurotypical..
With factories and private jets, the elite
produces 100, 000 times more carbon
than you or I. (It has gone up to .04 from .03 ppm.
Yet, we are the ones lectured in scare, tactic.
Tell me something. Do you see the Davosites
eating bugs and car-pooling?
Do you see them eating filet mignon and travelling
in a style harmful to the Planet?
Extravagance is not conservation.
It is the opposite.
They are enslaving you with pretty notions
and hypocrisy.
"Israel will be compassed about with armies"
...Iran, Turkey, Sudan, Russia, Lebanon, Syria...
Psalms 83, Ezekial 38.
"Wonder what is on tv tonight?"
(and you haven't even flipped through the Bible
to see if it was prophesied)C
(I know it's not as riveting as a cookoff or American Idols.)
One third of the population will perish from their coming war and deeds. That is 2.6 BILLION WITH A "B"
AL...
As POTUS he fled from Afghanistan
abandoning our troops in the sand
As VEEP he kowtowed to the Mullahs
sent billions to the sponsors of Hamas and Hezbollah
In Jerusalem today he lectured the Jews
when fighting a war for survival what to do
Israelis listened politely, perfunctorily clapped
wishing the POTUS would go take a nap
I’m too old to learn through play.
If only I’d tried to make friends as a kid.
Which I thought was a waste of time.
Now I am in this class.
Drilling it into my head.
Being lectured…
When it could have been so easy.
When it could have been so fun.
Now I am forced to explore that devastation.
That I denied when I was first diagnosed.
In this class I thought I was too good for.
Feeling haunted trying to imagine the kindness I could have learned to share.
The kindness I could have learned to see in others.
Like passing a ball back and forth.
Like learning to share for the first time.
But it’s too late to play those silly games…
Now I’m staring out the window in this boring class.
Wishing I could go back to an easier time.
The lady in red
Ah, Cristiane, so tall an elegant you are
Your dress richly red cost more than a pensioner’s yearly pay
Perfect your make-up; did you need help?
Ah, Cristine, you are so stern, a tanned gym mistress
wants us to pay our taxes on time, be modest in our pay demand
You are a Goddess and therefore pay no taxes
Ah, Cristine, I saw you once at Gar Du Nord in Paris, boarding a train
tall you were, among grey-suited men, deeply tanned your face
Your silk scarf is so colourful; who is your hairdresser?
Ah, Cristine, severely you lectured the Greeks squandering money
Demanding they pay promptly and save on social expenses.
The day you went for a holiday in the Bahamas.
The “Druggie” Down The Street
By: Miracle Man
4/21/2022
Oft times the thoughts he’d have caused him to fret,
and he’d sit ‘mongst wandering thoughts in deep regret.
But things long since passed he could not change,
so facts of these occurrences he’d always rearrange.
I lectured him on truthfulness and then he’d never later deny,
the response I got was, “I guess some people just like to lie”
All nine feet of green, moving through the reeds
Leaving around town strange packets of seeds
With a note, asking a curious deed
To till at night only, with utmost speed
Sunburn strips the magic, leaving just weeds
My Pa lectured it would never succeed
But having a number of mouths to feed
Under the moon, I planted what we'd need
For a crop to nourish, flower and breed
Townsfolk thought me foolish, would scoff and plead,
'Recover your senses; they're worthless beads!'
Yet they leapt by cresting heights to exceed
The sky's wide reach, blossoming a stampede
Of gold coins, rubies, and diamonds - indeed!
8/16/20
The Lecture On Truth
Written: by Miracle Man
10-30-2019
There exists no thing,
called borderline truth.
Or little white lies,
when told in our youth.
Any man whose mouth,
has falsehood dripping.
Is often found to be,
on his own words tripping.
A tongue that consistently,
into untruth dips.
Causes me to believe
nothing crossing his lips.
I lectured a young man,
whose word was no good.
Always wanting something,
and was misunderstood.
His failure to return,
caused me to ask why?
lecture finished he told me,
“I guess some just like to lie”
It’s either black or white,
not an area that’s gray.
Carefully chosen words,
from truth often stray.
At lunch, I wanted a simple iced tea
But a tea with ice was not meant to be
The glass, smoothly tall
Held no cubes at all
Where all my ice went, was a mystery!
The waitress (who was not very nice)
Lectured, my request was imprecise
You must specify
For ice to supply
Next time, order your iced tea with ice!
8/3/19
Severed the written word
Angry wind blows
As the scream carries emotion
The head moves to and fro
When will we heed?
What are we to hear?
Twisted and coveted
Lectured and a tender whisper
Why can’t we let it die?
Why did it lie?
A heart needs to be loved
Hearts break so softly
Ushered beyond the norm
How did we let it get this far
Was not to get this far
Why can’t we see the end of the road?
Does it have a thorn in the side?
The ache that never heals
What’s that joke that’s never spoke
See no
Hear no
Speak no
The train headed for the moon.
Despair was a station
where love stood in attention.
I need to be lectured
more on the need for vitamins
than on testaments.
Where did they go?
Here is the moon.
A moon a day keeps despair away.
Don’t moan on a hartal day.
Note: Hartal is a general closure usually imposed in India by political parties as a mark of protest against the government.
Class
should be stimulating and fun
a place where students get things done
not soporific
just -- terrific!
Class
should let students explore
the universe of knowledge
more ... and more ... and more
Not sit and be lectured to
By some self-appointed guru
I just dropped off the bus,
She was crossing the road from
The other side,
Just what is that,
My mind whispered,
Let me get closer and witness
This rare gem.
She walked with rare ease and care
She had been lectured to be like that,
She knew eyes were staring
She was careless about it,
She was used to it,
Little did she know I was stuck
On that beauty of hers.
"I have been following you
From the bus station"
I said,
"Just what do you want?"
She laughed.
"May I please have your digits,
I love your style"
And suddenly I had the King's Sword
Right in my hands.
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