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there is an afterlife in these high branches
spirit bears
watch as tracks appear and
vanish
men who walk around trees become women
but only when the tree is old enough
to seed other wombs
days forgotten and missed
stack up against barbwire fences
the yet to be born
will bulldoze and
unstack
in Thailand we climbed the 200 stone steps
in the heat of the day
monkeys chattered at us from ghost houses
where incense rose
for those who live only last moments
the polished stone Buddha
smiles
thanking us for the long trek
tells us
in a thousand languages
that we are but one step on a journey
one that will not be recorded
until we are free of the thought
of being
temple monkeys howl in approval
a power stations electrified guts
spills its timebomb seeds
waits for the last fizzle of
the goners and the becoming
lifetimes lay in state
under rusting backhoes
generations glimmer
aluminum eyes buried deep
in the softening soil
we cannot recall what we were or foresee
what we can be
only keep watching
the layers grow
the mounds rise and fall
as a world excavates time with its
little pink paws
March 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 10-12
Key Verse – Judges 10:16 And they put away the strange gods from among them, and served the LORD…
FAITH IN GOD WHO DESERVES OUR SERVICE
God deserves our service along His mercy’s best
In our sacrifice with faith by His grace to the fullest…
We thank Him for sanctifying us against iniquities’ pest
For our steadfastness despite trial and test.
God deserves our service along His goodness
In our offering with faith by His provisions’ bountifulness…
We thank Him for loving us against human weakness
For our obedience because of His kindness and gentleness.
God deserves our service along His victory
In our battle with faith by His strength for His glory…
We thank Him for making us prevail against misery
For our triumph to testify about His peace and Gospel story.
God deserves our service along His sure deliverance
In our commitment with faith by His assurance…
We thank Him for guarding us against ignorance
For our wisdom while seeking His Word and counsel’s endurance.
God deserves our service along His trustworthy covenant
In our growth with faith by His leadership always pleasant…
We thank Him for transforming us against what we carnally want
For our spiritual changes, not to remain the same and stagnant.
God deserves our service along His achievement
In our dedication with faith by His granted accomplishment…
We thank Him for cheering us against discouragement
For our ministry-engagement along His divine approval and enrichment.
March 22, 2025
Heart of mine throbs with triumph
grateful for exposure to life yon survival
while beholding beauty of kindness
midst faith's navigating compass.
Likewise, my soul keeps on worshipful
seeking for God’s approval and favor
basking in His grace, mercy, compassion
along faith's childlike trust.
Despite challenges and trials
my spirit strives toward victorious claim
vanquishing adversities while reaching-out
with faith* cleaving to the Omnipotent hand.
Steadfastly clinging to divine help
I continue on, delighting in my journey
doing my best, inspiring others
as faith increases, glowing with vibrant hope.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
August 15, 2025
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 54" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/5/2025
Your Word Oh God is our bread
by your prophecy are we led
your Truth Oh Lord shall be our wine
for by these two do our lives define
Though your sins be as scarlet you be made white as snow
when you accept Jesus and his Father come to know
no earthly treasure that exists on earth below
can compare to the riches to his Sons do show
You do with Holy Spirit lead
your servants to those who True Love need
to give understanding to hearts who hear
and knowledge that your King draws near
Your servants on earth do know your will
the veracity of Truth you in them instill
the prophetic Word by life do fulfill
exposed the lie that by death does kill
We are but clay molded by your power
the life we live tis but an hour
you must guide and teach your ways
to live by your Word is endless days
From ages to ages you are our God
with the Truth of Kingdom our feet are shod
like forefathers and prophets your name do laud
We have accepted your will and given our nod
Through the pen of Truth do prophets speak
whose origins humble and nature meek
you chose the weak of the world to confound the wise
to spread the Truth and uncover the lies
You nurture those who seek your face
who know this system you will replace
the gifts of God been given a taste
who know their lives they must not waste
Jesus the firstborn of a new creation
with him the Sons of God rule the nations
the wise virgins have trimmed their lamp
with his seal of approval received his stamp
In the latter rain do Sons and Daughters prophesy
uncover the Truth and reveal the Lie
within your dreams and visions do see
from the past and future what is to be
Joel 2:28-32 1Cor. 1:21-31 2Cor 5:17
Galatians 5:14-16 Ephesians 1:1-23
James 5:7-8 1John
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Our very life's true gifts
They become deeply touched
Honored by those around us the blessing
Measured inside good deeds radiate gem purity
Flowers in the meadows solely beloved
Served at a round table equally grace shares
Called upon the royal seals approval bows
Unconditional always holds truth bonded
United under a white flag halo of unity
Carried with one dove fig of Eden grows strong
Hope changes to a golden path paved with jewels
Forged upon the walls adorning seed grows
Painted with ink light shades over darkness
Crimson signs our heavenly deal sacred
An open book loves even those filled with hate
In the end we all join hands together loved
A Mischief of a Creature
There's a special bond,
Between a cat and a man.
They're a perfect union together,
With love at its center of hand.
He loves to investigate things,
But that's just what cats do.
If it meets with his approval,
He's meowing a thing or two.
He can even play kickball;
From across the room, as we play.
But if he sees that he's winning,
He'll meow in his cat way.
Somehow in the middle here,
He loves to take his naps.
But if you disrupt his naps,
He'll wake up with his slap.
My cat can be goofy at times,
And that's alright with me.
But if he wasn't bugging me,
I'd have to look and see.
He tries to be a sly little fox,
And when he is,
We'll have our talks.
Now to find closure here,
Writing about my cat.
I've nothing more to say except,
Mischief is my creature, and he's my cat.
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
"You're so pretty."
Those words seem to define me.
A seemingly stable presentation of everything I could be.
My appearance must mean I am strong and stable in my own mind.
I must never believe every creeping and deceiving lie.
"She must be mean."
I must be the cause of all other girls' insecurities.
Not through my looks, but through my assumed personality.
I can't be hurt by anybody.
Words don't sting as much when they graze seemingly stable skin.
But they don't know that I am as weak as I have always been.
"Physical approval must be enough."
No one notices the skipped lunch.
No one cares about the me worth knowing.
All they see is the me worth showing.
The illusion is not me.
It's your seemingly stable certainty of who I must be.
Mystical seems this rain of affection,
That walks the ways of intellect the least,
The heart heeds to no pointers posed by hardened head,
Just as rainy clouds have no reason
For why or where they choose to fall,
Maybe, they heed to the dictates of their own heart.
Love too, like rain clouds, knows only to give:
In a crowd, by playing a common melody,
In sleep it enters through the door of a dream,
To one awake, it plays notes of anticipation,
Whatever means it chooses,
Its ways to give are always subtle.
Whosoever stands under raining love
Is first dampened by the mist,
Then bathes under its heavy shower,
Only to be drowned in a flood of feelings
Carried away by the rising tide of affection,
Yet, to drown in love seems to find the shore.
One may ask how and why.
You only have to look at a single drop of rain---
One that falls straight from sky into the sea,
Submerged and drowned in the deep,
It never truly is lost,
But simply has become one with the sea.
Strange are the ways of human heart
That knows no language made of words,
It speaks only the tongue of feelings.
To heart, a no can mean yes, and a yes, approval,
It lives beyond the humdrum of give and take
That turns a clear spring of love to a dirty stream.
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Musings | 22.08.2026 | head, heart, love, rain, Free Verse
Note: Set in sestets, there is no fixed meter. The piece follows what can be called a relaxed rhythm.
An essence heard a heartfelt plea
meek, unconfident, not familiar
"Should I bother anymore? Please guide me."
His words hardly mist....
a response slices the scene
with the speed of a guillotine.
skittering over the asymmetrical
similarities of a snowy expanse
a messenger appears
cracks of icy dunes
produce precarious pawfalls
plaguing the vixen.
venturing further precisely
she plods over precipices
of ragged protrusions
desperate to achieve the comfort
of a smooth surface.
"Where you go is perilous!
I worry for your safety!
It can't be done, you won't survive!"
...cried the timid.
Her movement stops on cue
slowly facing the pupil
she teaches in silent syllables
floating on unknown frequencies.
" DAMN YOU NAYSAYER!
I have no time for the likes of you.
Say I won't survive? Come out alive?
I've fought through worse pain
finding sustenance to gain
morsels leaving one inspired
not feeling as if they're mired.
Search within your pores
find where you have hidden yours."
Dumbfounded - the novice stirs restlessly
"Perplexed, I see, you are mon cherie.
Hear what you seek before I flee.
When life's coldness surrounding you
leaves you writhingly wretched
don't feel so desolate and utterly dejected.
Deep inside lies the truth
albeit quite protected.
Bugger those scorning your worth
their eyes glisten shades green.
Stagnantly feeding ego's girth
pompous words - own to preen.
YOU are the Alpha here Jack
there is no need to whine
Condemn the disapproving pack
let your own light shine
Too much weight put into their drivel
making your inner child snivel
Buck up, put them in their place
other's ire force them to chase.
This be your nefarious impasse
faux approval merely to fit in
Always people of that class
saying anything to win
Lastly,
though I've said enough....
It's as you learned when a tyke
those times you fell off your bike
quit being a ruse
get back to your muse
keep working at what you like!"
Sunset facing her gaze
signals the quest resumed
Her protege audibly sobs
a simple seven syllable soliloquy stating:
"Thank you
I love and miss you!"
with a whispered (mom)
Tender tendrils of whispy wind
touch a cheek with a kiss
and a lasting voiceless return.....
"Forever, son"