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"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.
She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.
Time's supposed to take all away;
She teaches all how to accept;
Rise and fall, the night and the day
Pass on, as per the global concept.
I can't breathe, I run, I run
In the lap of Nature;
"There'll be the moon and the sun,"
Tells me the Great Teacher.
Life must, must have turns and bends;
Life gifts us melody;
My frail heart now comprehends
There must be threnody.
A Passing of Pomegranates
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
he sits with his beads and chants - quiet drone
lost in the history of so long ago
bathed in the scent of trees red crusted dome.
Walks the same paths his ancestors trod
wanders beneath the trees they once planted
wonders what happened to nations – and Gods
longs for her hand and the wishes joy granted.
Stops for a moment to challenge the sky
curses its depth – its foreverdeep cold
longs to discover the tears yet to cry
outside the city where the pomegranates grow.
4/5/2016
submitted to – A First Line Prompt – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Sweet friendship comes in many forms
you worked for years at the local meat store
your presence, the sparkle that lit up the room
with a cheerful smile, and bright eyes, blue.
You greeted all with warmth and care
made colorful signage with great flair
delightful pictures on all the walls
cows, fences, green fields, and blue waterfalls.
We connected, had a bond, you and I
always exchanged highlights of our lives
you welcomed me with a big, sisterly hug
and never forgot to ask me how I was.
Yesterday, I walked into that little store
as I had done so many times before
there, at the entrance, right before my eyes
was a picture of you, and a note that you’d died.
The shock of your death, a sudden fall
jolted me…this could not be, no, not at all!
For I had just spoken to you, not long ago
you were full of life, so happy and whole.
The sting of death, that final farewell
I never got to say goodbye, I could not tell
how much your sweet life meant to me
goodbye, dear Paula, as you go to God eternally.
Written on 7/11/2022
A leaf on a big tree was happily hanging
Favorably for every passer-by just to see
He was appreciatively coloured green
Like a bean, he was very much attractive
A treacherous wind rose up to shake’im fall
Forcibly, on the ground he landed green
He stayed’n suffered some time unseen
That was the moment’s norm to endure
On the ground, he all lied dead wondering
Why the bitter wind slaughtered him untimely
But he learned the truth was alive, not a lie
Black, red’n white ants gathered’round to dine
Eaten gluttonly, he suffered insensitively
Failing to feel the odour of the enemy
Who tiptoed to pitilessly extinguish him
While on the ground, he was lying powerless
But a generous wind to save him has blown
Him up like a living butterfly in the sky
Courageously, a new life he’ll have to try
Posing on a new branch of any big tree
He had died, but a new life he’ll remake.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Well it's taken a wretched amount... out of time
I'm pretty sure I lost myself and I lost my mind
It's like time to nothings was given
Nothing was needed but my living room and my cell phone
I don't think I rose at the normal time
nor did I to sleep at the normal time
nor did I eat at a normal time
Nor exercised as I might have
nor did what I used to do in anyway
I lost all desire to do the work that I had loved
My passion for it was gone
My interest in anything but one was gone
Time stood still
I sat in the same chair everyday
I did the same thing everyday
None of the pressures and the demands of life
could get to me in anyway
I just sat in the chair and I did what I did online
It sounds as if it I was falling
down down down into the rabbit hole
But really it was a spiritual experience
that no one else will ever have
Miracles happen
the inexplicable things that can never be told
and never be explained
It was not a time of loss
It was a time of tremendous gain
Some things can never be lost and some things never gained unless you walk in those shoes That can never be explained
It was time and time again in an Eden of love and loss
I was Persephone
Perhaps driven by Covid's hell down under
But in this story, Persephone rises all by herself back up to light
and she becomes a part of the tree of life
Fighting stretching longing for water reaching her roots deep down into the Earth that she came from
into the dark.
She brings truths to the lights and bursts forth in leaves
of a 5,000 colored tree
This is the new me
Risen from darkness and illness into bright and multicolored light
An electric light show
I'm just not sure exactly
which screen on which it should be shown
Big slate ...small stage
Do I work huge or do I work small
Which pill to take ??
Bitter dregs of life's elixir
just enough sweet to bury the bitter
small tastes of what is fine
to keep us going within our time
Love is not a convenient thing
when it disappears the heart does sting
though full does it make everything
when gone sorrow and weeping
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
though bowed low in you I'll trust
you have torn away my shield
naked before you within your field
Oh cherished muse hear my cry
through falls of tears did loved one die
swayed and shaken by what I feel
hills and valleys and waves I reel
accursed is the lot of man
death destroys the golden strand
no resistance even strong here land
the mouth of grave does ever expand
Though I cherish knowledge of the future
currant cuts and pain beneath the suture
the loss and grief of present time
can make a woman lose her mind
All mankind of this chalice drink
It's liquid swallowed on the brink
ingested fluid in each man's hour
against it's draft has no man power
Imprisoned in death are family and friends
and some few have met kinder ends
into tombs and crypt and grave descends
and upon it's bed many confess their sins
Even those having been reborn
will face the coming of it's storm
our souls descended of this family tree
and you oh Jah will hold our memory
Into the dust our lives return
await the future for which we yearn
and sink we do into the maw of death
till times resurrection Son returns our breath
Every nation the memorial tombs do field
in it's demise our truths do yield
and to it's rest are all paths sealed
even those who to the truth have kneeled
Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13
Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
JOINING SOPHIE
Sophie and I used to often sit
At our small quaint,
Downtown café,
Sometimes all day,
I so enjoyed Sophie’s
Charm and wit.
The solace we found here,
Was so relaxing,
We held hands
Whilst we thought,
Of our flirty romancing.
We once saw
The exchange of dope
This café was just
Like a kaleidoscope!
I tried out dope once,
And Sophie thought
It was naughty,
At times she could
Be quite haughty!
I shook my head
And held back a tear,
As I came back to earth ,
From memories so dear.
My gaze turned towards
A young couple in love,
And suddenly,
A feather falls from above,
This must be a sign,
For I don’t feel well,
And clutch on a chair,
As I hear a faint bell,
I absently think why bells,
Church is on Sunday,
There’s no service today
For today is Monday.
I must go home,
I’m feeling so alone.
My head feels fuzzy,
Everyone is so busy,
I look for help as
I’m feeling dizzy.
Perhaps it’s the coffee,
I really must leave,
And simultaneously
There’s a tug on my sleeve,
Has the grim reaper
Come for me,
I’m ready and unafraid
As I’ll ever be,
And fearlessly think
That my time here is over,
No one at home,
Just my dog Rover.
I’ll be joining you Sophie
I feel so glad,
Life without you
Was very sad,
Please someone find Rover!
Ode To Survival
As I sit here in this still cemetery facing nomadic west,
Under these ancient oaks with deep green leaves descending,
I see the ghostly dead before me rising up as star zephyrs,
The men and women that once spoke a multitude of living words,
Once strolled a lifetime of miles with quiet footsteps unheard,
Through effulgent gardens of copper rose and mountain laurel.
They come now with feet of dust upon the mossy tombstones,
Human beings from the old times now vanished like the grass,
They that spoke of the stories of success, survival and tragedy,
They that woke at eternal sunrise to once again stare into a mirror,
To once again see an aging face with ageless eyes staring back,
These past human beings, opening and closing a thousand grunting doors.
These blinking apparitions, caressing and embracing a well of heartbeats.
Where they once sat and talked on summer afternoons remains unknown.
Where they found accepting love on dizzy evenings remains uncertain.
Now they exit the cemetery gate waving condolences to the fearful living.
They whisper prayers and invocations to the cedars and the lilting lilacs;
Whisper entreaties and supplications never recited before, never heard before,
Now they lumber by me with frozen knowing grins and nodding fingers.
I recognize their unsmiling faces from old linen postcards in sifting time.
I now continue to sit here in this still cemetery facing nomadic west.
Under these ancient oaks with boughs of deep green leaves descending.
Flame of life flutters, tide wanes sans reason,
Death drops shutters whilst life sinks in a pit,
The day looks dull, dark clouds when hides the sun,
Night gets moonless, cloudy and stars are no more lit.
Life's breathless breasts hide failing heart beneath
As if to mask a universal truth,
Creeping unseen, Death gnaws with gnarling teeth,
And still, the dying life dreams of her days of youth
And returns home carrying no suitcase
And leaves bare hands, all unfinished hopes hemmed,
As loveliest words get frozen on face,
And as some rarest poems may just die un-penned.
As some of life-long goals remain un-scored,
As one-sided love remains mute, wordless,
As life’s set sailed to float across un-oared
Lo, it suffers a new sentence to sail clueless,
Death cometh, two un-dotted times to dot,
To bring together two random journeys,
Sepulchral silence falls, church bells toll not,
As the air thickens and freezes, as doth chilled breeze.
And ye Life, like kids’ paper boats collapse,
Mere puddle it takes to soak it and sink,
Not a great storm to tilt as paper snaps,
Death hassles thee O Life to kiss thy own last brink.
Much maligned Death, thou art no enemy
Of Life— a darling friend of so many,
Ye walk with Life, so light thy levity,
And yet, for such largesse, ye get not a penny!
To thee Death, the morrow’s but next moment,
Thine future tied on a tenuous thread,
Ye live half-shut eyed, instant to instant,
And still, the last goodbye of thine is such a dread!
So, Death, feel thou firm as my fervent friend
Not to forget, we’re a Siamese twain,
Be my morrow till my life’s very end,
Together die shall we as one bound by a chain.
_______________________
Ode (musings) | 03.05.2012 | life, death
Note: the fourth line of each quatrain is two-syllable longer (a hexameter, with apology to Alexander Pope*).
* A needless alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
- from his poem An Essay on Criticism
Nightwalker
Born of tainted blood
Created in one erotic moment
Sharp pains and blood were your nursery
A coffin served as your crib
You live in the night
You have never seen the sun
The moon and stars are your companion
You wander in darkness
Looking and searching for the right person
The full moon rises above your head
The blood lust builds inside of you
Even though you fight it has complete control
Drawing you to attack
Making you want to feast on warm blood
Forcing you to kill
The sun rises and you sleep
Your bed is your coffin and the soil of your grave
Dead but not dead
Living but not living
Stuck in a world between realities
Such is your existence for an eternity
A nightwalker cursed to be alone
If only you had a choice as a baby
Would that be the existence you would choose?
Loneliness, death and blood
An eternity with love
The solitary life of a nightwalker