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A high price paid when war declared,
Peace retreats when no wisdom spared.
Deaf to reason and foresight blind,
Blood and battle plagues mankind.
Lives are shattered once begun,
Death of legions profits none.
Except the mongers perched on high,
Who reap rewards while good men die.
Shipped abroad on foreign waters,
Pawns are made of sons and daughters.
Fought with sheer determination,
And affects each generation.
Bullets fly while parents weeping,
Bombs will drop while children sleeping.
A body count's sad conclusion,
Carnage marks this mad confusion.
There's remnants from every nation,
Who sought for emancipation.
When will we feel the final sting,
And when at last will freedom ring?
An endless clash where no one wins,
So who will pay for all our sins?
The price of peace you can't ignore,
But what's the total cost of war?
The wisdom of God is his secrets
the glory of men to seek them out
but until he understands his childhood
he will cloud insight with his doubt
With our faith we can move mountains
overcome every obstacle in our road
can leap like the ibex every cliffside
and reach the gold of the motherlode
You have placed within inspiration
and in our minds to reach for stars
the diversity in planes of learning
until we make them completely ours
I bow before your majestic truths
laws of the cosmos contains no lies
the direction of its course is fixed
its movements to create us wise
Every speck we don't understand
we will seek till its truth divine
our only satisfaction its pursuit
until its completed in our mind
Only you can heal a blind man
or repair the lepers skin
transform hearts made of stone
change a man who he is within
Only your spirit can touch his inside
beyond his flesh and bone
only you can reach beyond ones sight
and heal the parts to us unknown
You have given us a need to learn
until we dig into solid rock
we will analyze every grain of sand
until its secrets we unlock
Like the sun our fires are burning
it drives what we weld in its heat
your energy warms our universe
and all its secrets we do seek
You have paved the road to wisdom
showered its path with justice and love
the power of truth and foresight
will produce the life we vision of
Genesis 1
New International Version (NIV)
The Beginning
1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formlessand empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good,and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning —the first day.
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
No rocket surgeon,
nor brain scientist called upon
but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer
solicited as psychological mentor
yes...undoubtedly countless
decades removed since *****
(not very gay at all!)
bodily changing phenomena
from thine angst riddled
biological metamorphosis allows me to peer
with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen,
via piercing overbear
ring mailer daemons,
when mine tender age did near
cusp whence onset of puberty
clapped development tight as if by
a doppelganger mutineer
warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry
mine acute perception doth lear
as threads got tightly woven
into mine casual knitwear
though pubescent phase
wrought with oppressive foresight
interwoven with jeer
ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability
to distill self actualization
extant among interlinear
teenage stage viewable
during my youthful days, but clouded over asper
mine more vivid perspective here
from this present moment
ha...amusing insight from present perch
devoid of adolescent glare
sire re: brill grade
do lobes gleam freer,
now with insight aye ear
rate at such pitch 'ere
perfect hindsight aye declare,
yet as a much younger self
when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious
to perceive via sight and sound
what social cues visceral, (visual,
and audiological) seems crystal clear
revisiting non verbal
awkward teenage mutant
ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare
at the threshold of ear
splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human
(nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware
interpersonal nuances clear as the tune
Doris Day Que será, será
did voice, a catchy air.
The sky is news-worthy
the day brightly published,
up-town where the trees live
sunshine plays in the streets.
Later, in the wild-walking cities
there will be donuts;
racers will twirl while they hurl
rubber into smoking halo's,
but here in suburbia
only recycled and ritual sins
are dumped decorously
into well-kept trash bins.
The air is clear in God's manicured acres
where all the long dead Shaker's
had the decorum and foresight
to propagate no more of their brightness,
nor publish simple gifts to the unheeding.
A community grills hotdogs and burgers
through a late summer day,
dullsville simmers away
long into the evening crawlies,
where the glaring stars retell
bygone bedtime stories.
We're the worthless one
The world has no place for us
Street is our business
Under bridges is our palace
Palace of laziness
Addressed and mocked by the privileged
We were name without ceremony
Wayward, beggars, lunatic, fool…
Yet they can do without us
We are less privileged but we’re not less important
The fortunate are fortune in chain
Newspapers bear witness of untold wealth
We are materially deformed not mentally deformed
We are agree to be poor for them to be rich
The just shall judge the unjust
There is hope against hope
Our mouth, hand, brain are fertile
There is a hidden talent therein
We are judged by what they see
We worth more than their foresight
Amidst us talent has buttered our bread
Akon, African China, Wande Coal, are our testimonies
At all state we are vital
Poor state we protect their life at our expense
Our talents graze their occasion
We are not worth-less
We are king in the palace of laziness yet busy to entertain
We are beggars yet command your blessing
You need us more than your worth
What If?
What if this strenuous struggle won't pay off
Or my toils would not vanish soon enough
What if destiny promises a deceptive future
Or my foresight over the years are mere blurry capture
What if these tussles would last for years
And failures would not stop to induce my fears
What if my aspirations are mere fantasy
Or fortune deters itself from my bumpy journey
What if success refuses to come my way
And doubters continue to mock my pains
What if I fail in the end
And turn a bad precedence from which others learn
What if I starve till I sprout grey
And hide at the sight of successful mates
What if the prosperous moments are not even promised
Or from this emotional woes, I couldn't get healed
What if I would bite finger at end of time
Telling pitiful stories to unforseen kids & wife
What if greatness is not meant for me
And this tears would continue to be daily meal
What if I end up as a shameful failure
And beneath my old age, hardship lurks
What if my heart does not find a solace soon
And I continue to live with dreary days & noons
What if I fail to make family proud
Or friends find deception in my unending vow
What if I wouldn't ride my anticipated Benz
Or have no shiny roof above my head
What if the bright moments refuse to come through
And kismet keeps me united with unending ridicule
What if I give up sooner
Having found no solace to sooth my burning heart
What if? What If?
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Yesteryear’s child rolled in the snow all flakes blazing in frosted happy crystals
Broke through ice on winter scape lakes and warmed with steaming chocolate
Roasted chestnuts on sticks in the fireplace thawed glowed marvelling joy
Hot molten marshmallows mellowed frost bitten hands soothed adventurous soul
Winters were glorious with immaculate seasons greeting revolving excitement
Nostalgia romantic reminiscence foresight or withering delight’s sadness
Miraculous icicles descending dripping noses silently disappeared
Memories evaporated forgotten glaciers relinquished destroyed
Ravishing blistering heatwaves desertification thirstiness
Aggrandised humanity's perverted ‘advancement’
Tsunamis hell frozen
Conscience obliterated
Snowballs
Written on 07th April 2018 and counting
For ‘A Melting Snowball’ contest
Entered as Free Verse because
Melting Snowball form is not a Poetry Soup menu
Word count per line from 13 to down to 1
If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
A wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
There was a dark fog
Just after the big blast.
To see the beauty of His art
He commanded for there to be light.
The fog spread, the skies parted for the sun
And there it lay, complete clarity.
Like a woman with no earrings
There was a deficiency in the beauty.
Why does everything crawl and glide?
In His wise mind, He thought
There must be something upright
With a complete mind and foresight.
Yet He pondered, what's a mind that can't judge?
On the ninth night, God created love.
For He wanted man to manage other emotions
To deeply appreciate the complexities of human connection.
When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer
As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin
The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path
A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make you stronger’
Depicts an empty victory pretends to gather strength and win
The prelude of the past in future remains a lonely aftermath
Gone are the days of jolly frolic of showers gelled and Turkish bath
Of journeys tickling monumental Derwish’s allegoric spin
Despairing anger cannot shed an inner war’s destructive monger
With memories and wreaths of praise and laurel turned into wrath
Then conjoined before and after numbness seems your next of kin
A magic oriental carpet’s washed out fabric evaporates inside her
An ancient pleasure cruise shrouded in silence’s muted fanfare
Sails of plain cloth mystery weather worn in droplet’s silent fall
Its time and place and time-place for scented oriental candles
To rekindle a mosaic of epic proportions a glancing care from scare
From feeling so minutely small and festered no recipe for standing tall
Yet seeds of cinnamon and hope might just reset this hold of strangle
Meditation reclusive pastures enlightenment from darkness’ bangle
Retrieved from imposed prison shackles to praise to heal and call
‘I want to be the muezzin once more sing forcefully in ink and dare’
Climb my minaret resolve cacophony write messages to Self and strangle
All those demons massage my dreams and foresight grab the haul
Then conquer quietly as time proceeds ‘I know I can in solemn prayer’