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Unlike the world the mind of Truth is not for sale
the spirit of its word is freely shared
and gathering together whose hearts have cared
within affections warmth our souls regale
For love does recognize those who are its own
and to embrace within its arms all caught
and forsakest each other willest not
open welcome by invitation to its home
So her gleaming brighness doth upon all shine
and all who look upon her know her fair
wisdom and justice for all does share
and fertile are her passages of time
and within the bride and groom do become one
where hearts enjoined the work of God do prove
that to free those enslaved to madness move
where the works of hatred can be undone
At the cities gates her voice appeals
that to turn aside to wisdom taught
submission to understanding in your thought
the sources of true knowledge she reveals
Our hearts are the plaintiff before the judge
where does show our contempt or praise to be
our actions display only what our heart can see
whether its instruction did we bid or grudge
For all do stand before the court of Life
within its time all thoughts and actions etched
framed within its moments lives are sketched
if one has weilded justice or the knife
For all have seen the truth of justice and her scales
with impartiality her weights are ever seen
actions of your heart determine kind or mean
those who listen to instruction she never fails
Those without a home she's given cover
fed and clothed has she whom those had none
bid those who wish to share in love to come
benevolence the garments that clothe each other
Within ones own heart is lodged our truth of ways
many have sought to hide its full intents
but the full exposure by time its seeds prevents
the thought and deeds recorded by time its days
Examine does ones heart the life of self
and if to the course of love one has been true
for sealed within is all that makes up you
opened will be the book that lays sealed upon its shelf
And we like sands that moving through the glass
what was our future has fashioned now our past
but what is us is in its scroll now firmly cast
and saved until he who unseals the graves of everlast
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
The first stanza is from my poem- Almost Xanadu
I see everything clothed in glistening sheen.
Around me, all I see is beauty and grandeur.
Heaven seems to have come down to earth.
The sky and the Earth, draped in great splendor.
Anyone who lands in this ‘Elysian Field' will loudly exclaim,
‘If there is a Paradise on Earth. it’s here, it’s here’!
I hear the howl of death and the smell of blood in the air
Monstrous shadows lurk and it's too dark to see.
No beam of light falls, this land is parched and arid.
The only sound is the cry of men who from the face of death flee.
Anyone who steps into this war-torn site will loudly declare
“If there is a hell on Earth, it is here, it is here”
Self-Portrait 1-12-24
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Still Life with Cheeses, Almonds and Pretzels
Still life, not stillborn,
With a woman’s face
In dusky background hues,
Pure clarity clothed in white,
Gazing on gastronomic abundance.
Artist of the banquet
One step behind –
The woman’s place of her time -
Guardian of the sweet rewards
Served like bridal wine,
Topping the earthen vessel
Of embryonic fermentation.
In a cradle of fine delft
Consummated almonds,
Mellow figs
Ripe fruit
Conceived out of ravenous rapture
Confinement released in harvest’s fare
In signatures of arms crossed -
Daily bread – gifts of finest wheat –
Served with golden curls,
Crushed seeds of grain
Birthing beauty’s fullness.
Above this feast of still life
A woman smiles
Her signature waiting to be discovered –
Waiting for the invitation to emerge
From the shadow!
On the day I met your smiling facade, I should have guessed
That you are a mapless labyrinth, an enigma clothed in the false light of evening,
A guide to wanderings, where my steps lost their echo,
And your gaze, a deserted lighthouse, left me to navigate in the starless dark.
Fate carried me to you, a shipwreck promised from the start,
To learn the art of rebuilding from the ruins of my soul,
To paint dawns over my dark nights, to clothe my days
In the colors of sunrise, in an endless spectacle of rebirth.
Become all you wish, in the whirl of change or the calm of stagnation,
I, unchanged in my essence, will remain steadfast in a love that crosses eternities,
Even when you chose to turn my feeling into a doomed chess game,
Leaving my heart to burn on the altar of your unshared passion.
You became the executioner of my feelings, a magician juggling flames,
You abandoned me in your labyrinth, leaving me to melt in your obsession,
From my ashes, to raise a seed of hope, to harvest happiness as forbidden fruit,
While I, turned into fertile ground, will nourish the roots of a new beginning.
On the altar of silence, where the echoes of love fade into the mist of oblivion,
I became a pilgrim in search of light, crossing the dense forests of longing,
Within me, a universe opens, a gate to unseen worlds,
Where each step is an incantation, and every breath, a song of renewal.
In this hidden sanctuary, where reality intertwines with dream,
Your love, once a living flame, now a falling star in my twilight,
I learn to dance among the shadows of memories, to carve my destiny
From the magic of silence, turning every scar into a sacred sign of wisdom.
O! Laurie-Jeanne, Laurie-Jeanne! Belle of my Heart!
Why did you have to fly?
From me who sang you a lullaby,
From the hospital room, ‘neath the thundering sky,
Beneath the thundering sky!?
O! I love my Laurie-Jeanne like the Sun,
Like the Sun, and all things Endless!
Like the Wind, and the Sea,
And the scent of pine trees,
And all things that leave me astonished!
You said, you were breathless, on the night ere you left,
And I thought that the pills were too much,
And I kissed you on top of your holy head,
And then in the morning, my Love, you were dead,
In the morning, my Love, you were dead.
O! I love my Laurie-Jeanne like the Sun,
Like the Sun, and all things Endless!
Like the Wind, and the Sea,
And the scent of pine trees,
And all things that leave me admonished!
When I held your still hand, growing cold, growing cold,
And I cried like a babe, with abandon,
And I stayed for three hours, I prayed that sweet bowers
Would receive you, and sprinkle you with dewy showers
And sprinkle you with dewy showers…
O! I love my Laurie-Jeanne like the Sun,
Like the Sun, and all things Endless!
Like the Wind, and the Sea,
And the scent of pine trees,
And all things that leave me unpunished!
In the end, I walked with you, as they took you away,
And I talked to them of love and marriage,
Tried to make them believe, though the eyes deceive,
That you must have a card up your sleeve, up your sleeve,
That you must have a card up your sleeve!
O! I love my Laurie-Jeanne like the Sun,
Like the Sun, and all things Endless!
Like the Wind, and the Sea,
And the scent of pine trees,
And all things that leave me untarnished!
Now I see you bright, standing, clothed all in pure white,
And my Faith undergoes transformation,
For, you stand there, as Real, as the warmth that I feel,
And your Heart’s like a diamond, your strength is like steel,
And your diamond-Heart Strength is like steel!
O! I love my Laurie-Jeanne like the Sun,
Like the Sun, and all things Endless!
Like the Wind, and the Sea,
And the scent of pine trees,
And all things that rise, undiminished!
In the crystal pure waters
That flow through the cave
Maiden of beauty
In near naked bathe
Semi clothed
Wetted to shape
Hugging her curves
Delightful drape
The coldness lures
Her breasts to excite
She shadows the walls
In the dimming daylight
She invites me close
To embrace her shape
Cupped and caressed
As i kiss her nape
She slowly turns
As we kiss so sweet
Her body rises
In this flowing heat
We join as one
As the water cools
My manly piston
As her heaven drools
The ripples of love
Caress the walls
The sound of explosion
From nearby waterfalls
Our bodies tense
From inner joys
Recipe of love
From natures toys
Standing embraced
In the dimming glow
Two lovers entwined
Sharing their heavenly flows
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Calm
Following an ice cold calm night
Winter sun bathes a splendid sight
Icicles pirouette to ground
Nature's ballet dance does astound
Winter wraps herself round the scene
A frosty regal beauty Queen
Clothed in a fetching wintry gown
Lustrous as diamonds in a crown.
Robins bop along, feathers fanned
Upon Earth's dazzling wonderland
Squirrels gaze in awe of their play
And amuse with their own display
Spider webs, they simply look grand
Silvery art in every strand
Each web so delicately spun
Enhanced by rays of wintry sun.
Weeping willows elevate cheer
Featuring crystal chandelier
Serene majestic wizardry
A finer sight there'll rarely be
Observers feeling truly calmed
By the magic of wintry charms
Savour these sights ere the Earth's thaw
Before Spring has the world in awe.
11th January 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
My Fantasy Holiday
Another grey and dismal day so damp
To work I trudge along the streets of old
Through puddles ankle deep I grisly tramp
All muffled up, clothed to fight the cold
Each day I pass the poster on the wall
Inviting me to far off tropic isle
A place I’ve never been so can’t recall
But I imagine and within me comes a smile
Today I linger for a moment there
And flinch, when I let out a shout
Maybe a trick of light but I could swear
The boats upon the sea, bobbed about
Warm waves are gently lapping round my feet
As silently the sea rolls to and fro
On bare shoulders, burning sun does beat
For once my body feels all a glow
I run along the beach far and wide
Great fortresses I build upon the sand
Lay on a bed of leaves and by my side
Exotic fruits and drinks are close at hand
I look into the bluest of blue skies
Beneath the shading leaves of the palm
I dream as if asleep with open eyes
In this place so peaceful and so calm
Across my feet the icy waters flow
Down my neck, rain begins to drip
The picture fades, I know it’s time to go
One day I’m sure I’ll really make that trip
Having been strong was a practical tool to battle
those adversities that taunted me more than
classmates' games and mischiefs;
I hardly fall for anything other than candid affection,
admitting my fragilities is humble:
I don't declare nobility and excessive riches.
If this vulnerability can be defined as
the Achille's Heel, then it must fit me so perfectly;
I won't be happy until I see many happy faces,
hands full of gifts and tears of gratitude:
nothing can be claimed as mine showing a greedy attitude.
I'm fully clothed and not relying on the usual consuetude,
and its rules of either poverty or nobility concessively.
I've been punched hard and still standing up, my knees
never bent a speck or made me quickly fall face-down;
if giving in is a definition of weakness mine never was
a declaration of defeat unless morality seeped into this brain
and I became as frail as a helpless bird being shot by hunters.
The insolent are unable to understand fragility against prowess,
everything is taken away from them, being been stripped of all power...
what they are left with is uncertainty to guide them through the chaos,
chanting and despairing in the valley of eternal hopelessness;
think like I do: withness all the horrors without pulling a hair.
A worthless worm…writhing in wretchedness
Hell-bound creature because of iniquities
That was I: doomed to everlasting torment
Condemned to suffer forever…
Yet, God Almighty with His grace and compassion
Reached down to me wondrously…
…He lifted me up from sins’ quagmire
Transforming my life miraculously;
Now, like a butterfly, peaceably beauteous
I’m freely doing His entrusted role as His called steward...
Thankful to His blessings, spread like "every grain of sand."
With righteous deeds likened to filthy rags
Imprisoned was I to my hypocritical beliefs
Such was I: verily unprofitable according to Scriptures’ gauge
Midst my self-glorying domineering conceit…
Yet, the Saviour with His truth and mercy
Imparted to me His divine nature……
…He rescued me from corruption by His holiness
Unchaining my soul from the clasps of religious dogmatism;
Now, I’m justified… acquitted from transgressions’ punishment
Freed indeed*, clothed with virtues for Christ-driven service...
Appreciating His magnificence shown by "every grain of sand."
*John 8:36 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
April 3, 2019
Edited on May 7, 2019
4th place, "Musical Inspiration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 6/6/2019.