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You never cease to amaze me with your powerful, awesome poetry
It fades away my depression and anxiety as my fretfulness and fears dissipate
You never please evilness and malice in your words of peaceful liberty
You throw shades at negativity and uplift with your positivity with your words of shameless love and no hate
Your state of mind is extremely, purely surreal and beautiful
You’re a poetess of plenty of wise words from high above
You never hesitate to shine bright, straight from your precious soul
You’re a progress marked with unconditional love
These teardrops are meant to fall, but all and all,
They fall away just like my disarray and dismay this shimmering May
The moment I saw your words, I stand oh so tall
Your unique forgiveness is a shimmering sea in my mind’s eye today
These torn-up teardrops were meant to fall
The moment my silly, foolish heart fell almost apart
But, sorrow from within faded away after all
You restored grace and hope to my verses from the start
I weep rivers of radiance, rolling around in the deep
The afternoons and nights spent with me, reading your lines of poetic passion
I cry away the tears of hopelessness that I do reap
The tunes of heaven’s heights couldn’t get higher the moments I witness your compassion
These teardrops were meant to fall, I’m meant to stand tall and all
And rise up like the sun-drenched sunrise minutes after dawn
You turned my grief into happiness and made me tread the hopeful hall
And I will climb mountains and roam forests to move on
You never fail to amaze me with your play with words so clever and sweet
You never make me feel disappointed and deceived by your poetry’s pensive, positively provident beat
This is my delightful dedication to your poems of peace that diminishes the chaotic dread
This is my inspirational, motivational words for you to be hopeful and happy for what lies ahead
Thank you for all you do by sharing your genuine, genius grace
It’s awe-inspiring, jubilant people like you that make this life’s race
Worth running for, worth keeping my steady, yet swift pace
I can’t help but adore this everlasting joy in my heart and it’s like a much-needed, family-fervent embrace!
- this poem is dedicated to my awesome poetess friend on Facebook, Lora Lee, who writes wondrous words in poetic form. I wrote this poem at work today.
Are you ok?! Matt, asked as his eyes searched the dark. Fear gnawed at his spirit. “Yeah, I’m ok…wait!, I can’t feel my legs!”. His girlfriend cried. “I can’t feel my legs, Hon! It’s like they’re not there!” He leaned over, holding on to her, feeling for her legs. Then he breathe a sigh of relief, that they were fine. “Just lean on me, Baby”. “Where’s everybody?” she asked. One minute there were others walking, driving in cars, street and car lights lit the streeet, now they stood in pitch black darkness, confused and afraid of the unknown.
“I think we should sit right here, out of the path until we figure out what’s
happening”, he suggested. “Yeah, I guess". But what's with my legs?” “I
remember there was a bench a few feet back just alongside of the sidewalk, near
an oak tree”. He took out his cell phone, it would reflect some light and nothing
happened, it was dead. His nerves were rattled by the situation. “Look, we’re going
to have to feel our way towards that bench, Honey. Can you feel the street
beneath you now?” He asked. “No, I can’t”. She replied, her voice shaky. “Ok, here
we go.” Matt picked her up in his strong arms and with ginger steps, began to walk
in the opposite direction, using his left foot to feel alongside the concrete for the
wooden bench. With electricity this would take a few seconds, however, this
seemed like it would take forever. Finally his Nike touched the edge of the bench
and he turned to place her down gently.
Grateful that was over, his mind began to focus once more. Standing up, his eyes
searching the darkness seemingly endless, he realized that it would be
impossible to walk back home, as maneuvering the streets was something he could
do by himself, but not if he carried her in his arms. Silence ruled the darkness
with each passing moment. It felt like they were in a vacuum. None of the usual
cricket sounds you hear on warm summer night could be heard. He could tell she
was scared by her voice tone. Her whispers were hardly audible; just enough for
him to hear as he stood close to her. He sat down finally to rest. He'd lost track of
time and hours seemed to pass in dead silence, without one flicker of light.
~*~
For Matt's "Finish The Dream" Contest
Cont'd on Pg II
Sunday afternoon my grandmother decided to take me down with her to the memory lane.
She seemed excited like a child traveling first time on an aeroplane.
"Those were the days,
when everything was fresh and pure,
these artificial appetizers I can no longer endure."
My grandmother is seventy three,
talking about her childhood filled her with glee.
Then she told me they were five siblings,
the elders decided to not send the girls to school because what they will do by learning the table of two.
"This was the norm my dear,"
she tried to explain,
I disapproved and showed my disdain.
I know how much she loved studying .
If only she had got a chance.
Her happy memories made me go into a state of trance.
She spoke about her aunt who lost her husband when she was sixteen,
she was forced to wear white and if there was an auspicious event in the house she was never to be seen.
She spoke about all of this without any emotions,
while her talks ignited inside me an explosion.
How could I think those days were good,
when women were dependent on men for basic needs like food.
God forbid if your husband died,
you were a liability who always complied.
My grandmother told me about this one woman,
whose husband left her and her three kids to fend for themselves.
It was god's decision my grandmother told,
my thoughts I could no longer hold.
Grandma,
"It was never god's decision for those kids to have such a miserable life or that woman to strive hard to survive.
It was the decision of the society as a whole,
to cripple every women and break their soul.
No education,no hobbies only bearing kids was their duty,
if your husband is nice good luck or the biggest curse of your life will be your own beauty."
"God never told that widows were supposed to stay inside,
or to shave their head and to never walk outside at night."
She smiled at me and told me I was right,
she was glad that today girls are given opportunities and that my future looks bright.
Her talks made me rethink,
were the good old days really so good?
The time when women were denied basic rights,
women who waited and waited but were never rescued by the proverbial knight.
Date:19/10/21
Contest: Difference in Opinion poetry contest
Sponsor : Shreya LN
Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
Now Davey was glad that Miss Lori was cool
To not be so mad with a man like a fool
The money she spent for the rent that was not
Was no longer sent for the tent that he got
The fact of the matter that made her get hot
Was not what he did but the lie that she bought
He gave what he had for the sake of the rent
Except for the bad that a brake might prevent
“The promise we break is a word of no good
A lie that we make for the reason we could
A breach that is deep is no key to the sky
Nor beach you can leap when the sea is gone dry”
“Your word is the bond that you bring to your trust
A promise more strong by the way it is just
You take what you keep by the increase you find
To wake from your sleep in the peace of your mind”
A piece of her mind is what Davey received
To teach him the wrong in the way he deceived
“Your typical pirate is pretty in pink
But gentleman pirates are witty and think”
The best of a pirate will always avoid
The rest of a pirate that makes him annoyed
He takes from the bad for the sake of the poor
By robbing the pirates who robbed him before
He talks like a man to the man who just talks
Who learned all he can from the parrot that squawks
He seeks what is best for the mateys who won’t
And never will jest with the ladies who don’t
He writes to his brood on the days that are grey
When fish are the food that he spies on the way
The source of his strife is the goat that is high
But only when barrels of whiskey are dry
Now Davey, my darling, I know you mean well
I know that your past is the future of hell
I know that the sea is the song that you sing
That keeps you from me when I long for a ring
But now that you beg me to take you right back
I need you to stay on the leg of my track
The courage you need is the team we can be
The purge in your sleep of a dream without me
The day that we wed is the course we must face
To say that my bed is no source of disgrace
The children I bear will be born two by two
A girl for me and a boy just for you
But don’t worry, dear, for the bed that is right
If mother comes here in the dead of the night
She knew what to do by the sets that she bore
A family that grew by new triplets or more.
We're all children on this broken playground. Swings with no seats, monkey-bars with no bars, broken glass littered about: yet it's all we know and so
With stubbed toes and wounded hearts we beg to be picked Hoping this time we won't be last or forgotten altogether (unless its dodgeball, I stink at dodgeball) Maybe this time we'll be picked early and not have to fret...then again, maybe we won't.
We desperately desire to be chosen and not neglected or abandoned.
Sometimes we are so afraid we try to form our own team and in so doing further the chances if us not being selected.
Or we tell ourselves we didn't want To get picked in the first place, feigning righteous indignation and aloofness.
We try to find a game we can win, not realizing the playground bully has every game rigged designed to make us want to give up.
And if we do, by chance, do well then we are castigated, subjugated, and humiliated till we rep back into our "rightful" places.
Sometimes though, there are some that seem to play their own game and they have fun.
It's almost foreign to us, the sound of fun. But like an entranced sailor we draw towards the sound of the sirens...only it's not a siren. It's hope.
Hope that there's more than this broken playground. Hope that there is reprieve from the bully that kicks sand at us and throws rocks. Hope that our flaws somehow won't cause us to never be picked.
Hope.
Hope that the playground is truly open to all.
Hope.
It draws, propels compels, motivates, captivates, encourages, inspires, scares, builds us into something more.
So in line I will stand, confident in this hope You give me. I'm going to fall and skin my knees. I'm going to miss a layup. It's guaranteed.
No doubt I'll strike out. But with chin held high I’ll try again and again knowing You've picked me, not because I'm good, but because You designed me to play as I do and You've given me freedom to play.
To Jump.
To Run.
To Skip.
Arms out wind on my face running free.
Maybe this playground isn't so bad after all...
Some say “it’s better to have love and lost than never love at all”
They also say “if it was meant to be it will come right back to you”
I say “love is the enemy the silent destroyer and not to be underestimated”
It is the ruler of your brain and the master of your heart
Anything lost should remain lost; if its possession was of any worth it would
not be neglected
Nothing is meant to be if it was not carved in stone, our future is mold by our
choices.
Never get emotionally attach to anything /any one you cannot see yourself
without.
For life is a journey and understanding should not compliment doubt.
Some say “never to burn your bridges behind you”
They also say “you cannot know the future without knowing your past”
I say “knowing your history is one thing but the future still remains a mystery.
Some bridges are made to be burned while some weren’t strong enough to
last
Not everyone that gives a helping hand has a good intention
Your friend could be as close as your brother but behind his aid manifest
deception
“No man is an island and no man stands alone”, I remember this well.
Who made this phrase up, what do they mean and on what aspect? Please do
tell.
Unity is strength I know this to be true and still what was made a whole can be
broken in two
I say “anything you can’t do by your self leave it alone and be very careful not
to make ones burden your own.
Some say “the youths have no hope for the future”
Yet what hope does the future provide for the youths?
And what’s the sense of being direct if it’s not all the truth?
Also what good is an opinion now if you chose to be mute?
I say “youths make use of your prime”
And ensure that you’re being paid for your time.
Never expect people to tell you the truth,
It would be a bonus if they do
People will say what they want also do what they want
So I say, time is money so when you talk be quick
And when you come with your ideology or your tricks
Come prepared for a conflict
The First Christmas
by Michael R. Burch
’Twas in a land so long ago . . .
the lambs lay blanketed in snow
and little children everywhere
sat and watched warm embers glow
and dreamed (of what, we do not know).
And THEN a star appeared on high,
The brightest man had ever seen!
It made the children whisper low
in puzzled awe: What did it mean?
It made the wooly lambkins cry.
Not far away a new-born lay,
warm-blanketed in straw and hay,
a lowly manger for his crib.
The cattle mooed, distraught and low,
to see the child. They did not know
it now was Christmas day!
This is a poem in which I tried to capture the mystery and magic of the first Christmas day. If you like my poem, you are welcome to share it, but please cite me as the author, which you can do by including the title and subheading.
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A Child’s Christmas Prayer of Despair for a Hindu Saint
by Michael R. Burch
Santa Claus,
for Christmas, please,
don’t bring me toys, or games, or candy ...
just ... Santa, please,
I’m on my knees! ...
please don’t let Jesus torture Gandhi!
***
What Would Santa Claus Say
by Michael R. Burch
What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to kill and plunder?
For he'll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
when the harlots and heretics
are ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
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I Syng of a Mayden (circa 1400)
translation by Michael R. Burch
I sing of a maiden
that is matchless:
the king of all kings
for her son she chose.
He came as still
where his mother was
as the April dew
falling on the grass.
He came as still
to his mother's bower
as the April dew
falling on the flower.
He came as still
where his mother lay
as the April dew
falling on the spray.
Mother and maiden
there was none but she:
well may such a lady
God's mother be!
What do I have to do__To make you believe I'm true?
I'm willing to do whatever it takes__To make your dreams come true.
I've been having dreams of you;dreaming of being right next to you.
Don't think that I'm crazy,but I am__crazy about you!
It's what you do, I've never been so proud to say I'm crazy, except for you!
Crazy things I'm willing to do, just to know,I may get a chance of being with you.
Can you picture me and you? Doing things like normal couples do;
Taking long walks; holding hands; and even, sometimes, argue too?
It's okay if we do, cause there will be days when I'll start sounding like a fool.
But sometimes that's okay too, cause there's nothing wrong of being a fool, just for you.
I know all this sounds too good to be true,
But if I could, I would, no doubt be good to you.
I do…understand how relationships could turn out be so uncool;
But nevertheless, I'll be there for you, no matter what you're going through.
I'm going to… be the best that I can, by becoming to be the best man for you.
Simply by being a man and man up, Even when we have to face a problem or two.
It's no problem boo! If by any chance you even run into two months past due;
Due to the type of man I am, do understand, I'm not just passing through.
Just don't think that I'm perfect, cause I have skeletons in my closet too.
And if you wish… I'll even share every last one of them with you
Cause I will hold no secrets, nor will I withhold any information from you.
Cause if we are two in one accord, then you should be informed on all of the things I use to do;
Which is just the right thing to do, by expressing the respect I have for you.
Cause if you do give it chance, it would be best that I share these things with you.
Cause as God is my witness, there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do just to be with you.
That's even if I had to…go through hell and back....I'll do all just for you!
February 4 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 11-13
Key Verse – Leviticus 11:44 For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy…
FAITH IN GOD WHO SANCTIFIES US
God sanctifies us from sin-leprosy
By His mercy healing our plague’s persistency…
We thank Him for the power of His clemency
That transforms us by faith along His love’s fervency.
God sanctifies us from flesh-filthiness
By His holiness melting our lustfulness…
We thank Him for the brightness of His righteousness
That radiates around us by faith midst worldliness.
God sanctifies us from pride-inflammation
By His meekness smiting our arrogant reaction…
We thank Him for the clarity of His instruction
That propels us by faith toward growth’s function.
God sanctifies us from vice-defilement
By His purification vanquishing our addiction impairment…
We thank Him for His grace of restoration-replenishment
That upholds us by faith against evil allurement.
God sanctifies us from trespass-infirmity
By His forgiveness correcting our iniquity…
We thank Him for His pardon of acquitting quality
That makes us by faith to enjoy eternal life’s security.
God sanctifies us from command-disobedience
By His discipline conquering our rebellion-resurgence…
We thank Him for His Word of steadfast diligence
That enables us by faith to win against carnal expedience.
God sanctifies us from transgression-pest
By His purity cleansing our errors to the fullest…
We thank Him for His kindness of compassionate zest
That blesses us while we do by faith our utmost best.
February 4, 2025