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Christmas with Christ – Melchoir’s Story
Wondrous symbols and signs appear in the heavens,
heralding that an amazing event is about to happen…
the birth of a royal child in the town of Bethlehem,
one who will transform the world and make it whole again.
Guided by the light of a strange brilliant star,
I and my companions travel by night from afar.
We come to pay homage to this newborn Jewish King,
this Prince of Peace who will save our world from sin.
We wonder, how can this be, when all we see
are such wretched signs of abject poverty?
Joseph, Mary, and Lord Jesus, the little Baby,
sheltered with oxen, sheep, and lamb in a stable.
But we three kings humbly fall on our knees in wonder,
bowing our heads and giving our hearts to this Babe so tender.
Sensing we’re in the midst of a divine, royal presence,
Gaspar, warm brown eyes aglow, gifts Him rare frankincense.
Noble Balthazar, his dark chocolate skin glistening,
presents Him with aromatic, rich myrrh, for anointing;
and I, Melchoir, entranced by this miraculous sight,
bring precious gold to worship Him, this Child of Light.
Holding the Babe in my arms, there're no words to be said;
but as I cuddle Him closely, I’m overcome with intense dread.
For in a vision, I can clearly see Him suffering years ahead;
He’s nailed to a wooden cross, wearing a bloodied crown of red.
Impulsively, I’m tempted to hide Him in my warm cloak of gold,
and help Him escape from a fate that’s been foretold.
While history will see me as only one of Three Wise Men,
none will ever know that I could’ve changed fate right then.
But wisely I realize that it’s not for me to decide
whether this innocent Child shall live or be crucified.
I only know I must not interfere, but leave Him to fulfill
His Messianic destiny, by carrying out God’s divine will.
So while sadly, reluctantly, for the Orient I must depart,
I also leave with happiness and great hope in my heart,
as my vision also revealed, there’s redemption in His blessed birth;
and there'll be good will toward all men and Peace on Earth!
11-22-2015
fertilization upon ovule
via spermatozoa automatically
gearing linkedin anticipated birth
especially upon confirmation conception
did sex seed
after numerous attempts dispelled dearth
as probable odds
finally wrought hardy sea men
to stoke the womb
spelling biological chances
that, fecund female will evince swollen girth
the longest time tested oven since humans
found warmth
amidst flint stoned sparked hearth
and fraught with utmost joy
at prospective parent hood
which, (lemme here
collective soulful sigh of relief)
that *****Sapiens
durability foretold tubby good
thenceforth extra mouth
to feed necessitated larder of food
which harvests
must be plenti full to appease gods,
and bank on siblings
to beget appreciable brood
hence existence extant for millennia
fastened tight like umbilical cord
sustaining potential life in utero
in due time dilating cervix will a ford
signal (predicated on natural bio rhythms),
whence that cub hoard will be a saving grace
(amazingly innate survival skills) noel lord
could ever conceive,
an instinctual attribute moored
within early forebears of modern mankind,
an explicit genetic haversack
microscopically pitch perfect (NON GMO,
gluten free trade) blend poured
with just the exact consistency,
flexibility, and resiliency
(in case a lion, tiger or bear roared)
as adrenaline pumped woman within family way
to escape let incubating progeny shored
when time and tide informed clandestine
cherished, fortified, prized oh ward
whence healthy birth of baby feted,
festooned with garlands engineered ahead
reflecting golden halo
akin to a ring of bright waters
thence new born and maternal figure
ferreted nested in feathered bed
which, didst double up when dread
locked spar ring human,
whence grim reaper got fed
another mortal, which body froze
with rigor mortis heavier like a led
zeppelin versus when person alive in stead
no heroic measures extant
when grim reaper came quick
advent chore of early primates could not treat nor trick
the scythe lent hooded body snatcher
as candle box didst flickr
burning down tallowed wick.
And those that were wise spoke among themselves
They took note of the darkness
spoke of things past and things yet future
they collected the news
the times and the seasons of men
they watched carefully for the time
to fulfill what was foretold
and yet it was not the time
but only a little time did each possess
What will they do with this time
but few living at the time found the Lord's Glories
he was one who lived "in the trenches"
not just fighting poverty but "poverty in spirit"
he not only touched them but he loved them
It's difficult to take my eyes off him
the depth of his beauty of soul
draws me like the herds to water
as I seek to saturate myself
with the looking at him
and the wisdom of his words
Choice words here about all that dogma
if you are missing just this one thing
it doesn't even hit close to the excellence
manifest in his nature, and I want
to explain it , clearly so
we among ourselves can understand
Where among men can you find such loyalty
no one can even purchase the like of it
nor has anyone been so completely
committed to the benefit of others
You don't hear it said often about those here
"He was incorruptible" , irreproachable , thoroughly just
without prejudice , and could aptly expound on the "wisdom of the ages"
yes in the trenches "not killing people trenches" for war
but where those who needed him could find him
I have been searching for the "like of him"
I have covered every quadrant looking for his fullness
bits and pieces , bits and pieces
and not even I with all that I have known
can display such expanse of attributes
so wholly desirable , that all the disputes of dogma
are drowned in his essences
so clear is the vision of him
and transparent his motives and activity
why would anyone exchange this pattern
for something far less valuable?
I want to slate my thirst and be saturated
bathed in the love of him
I want to commit it's energy into all my cells
and yet the circumference of it's vastness
exhausts me . I can only look upon the glory
of such a person and be mesmerized
by the shear depth of his exquisiteness
of whom I could never be worthy
to look upon such an incorruptible nature
All rights reserved © 2015 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence?
Sausages are meal items that should be avoided at all costs by very small rabbits. Tiny white fish with silver fins carry red flags that denote danger in a tide. So hop jump up a tree then. That should be interesting and safe as solace springs from branches and all wood can be shaped. Mistake not a red dialled mustard cake for a pizza for the wires hidden can explode. Uncharacteristically benevolent to invoke trust then erratically boom to give a red dust to the air. Explosive are the surrounds in many a dusty floor. If a beautiful lady is fishing for pike she must first wear a bonnet shaped like a turtle's shell. For to avoid the many pellets thrown by passing fleas,flues,ants and beetles. Humming a silvery tune to entice the marvellous beast for the summer feast and festivals of the sun are counted on long sticks. Spinning tops can often be made from small plastic piglets whose round shapes assist them to spin many many times. So entertaining for classes. When the mind is silent the caterpillar ghost files open to rearrange and sort the many piles of assorted mind excursions into organised pan and shape. With a slight touch of wisdom from elders and books. Knowledge can be prevalent in a kiss of fresh air or the breezes of a mountain stream. Steaming is not unusual at this time. Temperature raised then cooked to even a once fragmented core. Apples are amazing creatures if placed by a garden gate in a large barrow. It takes a long time for a small five centimetre pig to gather together the fodder. All the differences are displayed in a global pie. Pieces are even, exact and work together harmoniously in a giant whirl. Mélange bien remue bien tra la tra la tra la on. And obviously a seven acre sea horse cannot work a diameter six barrel no a trapezium. When x to y an x to z take a bucket and wear it on one's arm. Trading a tailor for a trademark. Teaching turtles to talk tantrically. Fishing in undergrowth for left unsustainable weapons of old. Goblets of greed gone. Homing a house full of horses. Hemming heifers. Saintly suns and mystical moons. Many hands many ingredients. Many times a foretold faith. Xx lovingly living life lifestyles. Xx denominations. *** calling cards caressing *** evaporation xxxx acrylonitrile *** and now I will have a coffee. ***
Form:
This is what the God of Israel, the Lord Almgihty declares
Unto all of you who have been carried away in to exile...
In the land of your captivity until the day i reconcile
You to your Motherland and answer everyone of your prayers,
Build yourselves houses and dwell in them as you settle down;
Plant gardens and eat the fruit they produce in the country and town
Marry and may your wives be fruitful vines by the sides of your houses,
Bearing sons and daughters like olive branches around each table
That you may increase and not decrease and that they may be able
To have children.. Find sons wives- give daughters to husbands for spouses
Also, for the city where you are held captive and for the sake of your posterity
Pray to the Lord for it; seek and pursue its peace and prosperity
Because if it prospers so will you; in its peace thereof shall be yours the same.
However, do not let false prophets and diviners among you beguile you
Do not listen to the dreams you encourage them to have whereby they defile you
Yes, this is what the God of Israel, the Lord Almighty does proclaim,
They are prophesying lies to you in my Name but I have not sent them.
For I know the plans I have for you, thoughts toward you my royal diadem
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, thoughts to give you an expected end
A hope and future, you will call on me and come to me and pray
And I will listen to you; you will seek me and find me on the day
You seek me with all your heart; I will be found by you and extend
My hand to turn away your captivity. I will come and fulfill my promise of grace
And gather you from all the nations bringing you back to the place
After seventy years are accomplished in the land where you are banished;
I will break yokes and tear off bonds; I am with you and you will be saved.
You will have rest and security and no longer by foreigners will you be enslaved,
But I will restore you to health and your wounds will be vanished.
I will also restore your fortunes and your numbers I will multiply;
Your community will be established and your children will be as in the days of old.
I will punish your oppressors and discipline you with the justice foretold;
So you will be my people, I your God and you will understand it better by and by
Moments to Reflect 2/5/2013
The forgotten Valentine
The Lord is my shepherd and the keeper of my hope and dreams. I hold Him close to my heart so that we are never far apart. The love of my life and in this I take delight. His light will always be seen in me in all things that I do. The way I walk even when I talk. For it is not what inside of you that defiles you, it’s what comes out.
My trust in the Lord is sight unseen and it is my faith that keeps me clean. My problems may be many but there is no need to worry; because my belief is just too strong. Can’t you see that in Jesus, you will not go wrong? Your love is so pure and clean it gives life new meaning; Rose are red, reminds me of the blood you did shed and violets are blue there no truer love than you. There a song in my soul that sends my spirit high and I will praise Jesus until the day that I die; in doing this I know that I will be by His side. Keep in mind of what Jesus divine nature is not all mine and it not hard to find. It’s the gift that the Father has given to all of mankind.
Now I tell you about a Child that was born in glory, salvation was the pearl that was bought into this world and this is His story. To the poor and the despaired He gave hope and healing, with His power reveling. Love and praise the people did give. All that He wanted was for us to stop sinning. To you I give a thousand roses and a million kisses for you are a truly my blessing. The dead He did raise, and life He gave. Those that were in power never did they honor; but instead they fear the One who was foretold as the prophecy before their eyes was unfolded. Crime they cry and this was the lie that sentences our savior on earth to die. A thousands tears is not enough I fear; so in my heart I will hold you dear.
From the Heaven to the earth He came to teach us a way, from the earth to the cross, a debt He paid, from the cross to the graves, from the grave to the sky He ascended home to His throne. There He sits waiting for those that he paid that prices so that we might have life and have it more abundantly. Having faith and trust in the Christ you will find an everlasting life free from suffering in a paradise. You will always be my Valentine love.
Aniruddha: Knowing too much might overturn you, completely.
Do you even know that?
Revati: Then perhaps,
it is better not to know too much..right?
Aniruddha: Knowing this way is quite irrational.
It is quite impossible as well.
You may say.
If you have to know,
know the whole truth.
So that you may decipher
the logical and the illogical too.
Know them both.
Revati: Started knowing all about that, gradually.
Started knowing you.
Knowing your reasons.
Your debates and unfolding stories of life.
(Empty teacup,
left alone with stains of leftovers.
Leaving behind the unended resonance
of spoken words,
stories foretold.)
Aniruddha: I am almost finished here.
Now, it’s your turn to speak...
About you.
As you truly are.
Intrepid, genuine and unambiguous.
Revati: Your words seem so familiar!
Exactly fitting and perfectly making sense!
Aniruddha: Is it so? How is it so familiar?
Could you be a little clearer?
Revati: Those psychiatrists also treat
almost all patients this way.
Exactly the same way!
Aniruddha: Wait a minute!
What makes you say so?
Why are you so prejudiced with complex?
Not everything rests on the food plate
of that tasty potato smash,
you know that, right?
Revati: Yes, indeed.
I know that for sure!
As long as there is a possibility
of landing at the posh airport,
is it not?
Higher-end dedication,
humming with a wise thought of placid height!
Aniruddha: Okay! Quite a word there.
Are those your own words?
Revati: Exactly, what else do you think?
Could you also be a little clearer?
Yesterday, Aniruddha posted his last mail.
His mails are glimpses of the heavens.
A cherished rainbow in dreams.
Killer cancer did not spare his body.
He had to return, one last time.
His last words were exactly this.
Even after reading for a thousand times,
Revati felt those words.
Those words were exactly this!
“How many death penalties are there
in one lifetime
you and I are not sure about that…
Perhaps one day
I will meet
at heaven's gate
To pick up the answer.”
Where there is a will, there is a way.
(Empty teacup,
left alone with stains of leftovers.
Leaving behind the unended resonance
of spoken words,
stories foretold.)
You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
my life's journey and sorrows in beautiful words.
Few beyond this safe harbor have read my poetry,
I write with raw emotion and I lay my soul bare;
my poems are my treasures and I keep them hidden,
oh, fathomless is the pain.
My view on life is somewhat sadly fatalism,
my destiny foretold, it is already written;
there are many facets to me that I share with few,
oh, classical music moves me to write my poetry and words;
I love Chopin, poet of the piano, Mozart, oh that lyrical charmer.
And I am a lover of art, going to the art gallery weekly,
I love Van Gogh, Degas, Pissario, Bernini and Botticello;
Leonardo and of course, Michelangio, I could go on and on.
I am also fascinated in the architecture in my city.
Often, I just walk the streets looking for beauty,
admiring Gothic revival with its arches and vaults;
and I love the Victorian building where I reside,
with my cat.
I have a small garden, created with a love for nature,
a tribute to my mother's great fondness of flowers.
the things you may not imagine about me are many, for example
I adore vintage jewelry and clothes, and antique anything;
and I am a collector of books, reference, dictionaries, all in a clutter.
And one last thing that I find so very odd and strange,
is that although since childhood I have walked with death;
and death haunts me- I am quite happy, although quite internal,
and I do love and absolutely need my silence.
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July 30, 2015
Poetry/Verse/All That I Am
Copyright Protected, ID 30-695-897-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to Standard Contest # 260,
sponsor, Brian Strand
Fifth Place
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Submitted to Standard contest, 100 In A Row #1,
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Fifth Place
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Submitted Premier to the contest, All That I Am
sponsor, C. Puddifoot,
Seventh Place
World War 1
I scrawl these visions
in the light of exploding shells
and the grey sleep of a million corpses,
making my pencil the last witness
to the moments between life and death.
Truth shall guide my trembling hand
across a blank canvass that will inherit
this day’s memory of pain.
A transformation in the dark colours of suffering
that echoes the sounds of war
to a respectable audience,
taking their morning tea in England.
The epitaph of a race captured in a wooden pencil
sharing the blood of mankind
in another holy grail.
Come drink this sweet wine of youth
for it will never empty.
My pencil denied by the colours of life
creates glory on a foreign field.
The sons of mothers pose
in deaths final picture,
frozen for winter to play.
Till the heat of summer takes them away
on blue bottle wings to heaven.
A rotten imprint to torment the living.
They were once human as I remember
who came with wit and clean socks
seeking the approval of father.
All were looking for a road to be a man
but the road was a trench,
whose veins pulsated with the blood of the dead
giving birth to the shadows of tomorrow.
Shadows, shadows all is shadows
the pencil can tell no lies.
Life turned into spectres and flies
haunting the conscience of mankind.
We are no longer human beings
war in the trenches dulls the meaning of life.
Death is but a serial number and a victory
for tomorrow’s paper.
Life wasted in Judas visions for all to see.
And I who live in fear
cannot see the lines of humanity anymore.
Only images seeded in a fractured brain
whose portfolio burns in the corpse
that was once my soul.
This pencil has done its duty
The reaper can take these eyes,
eyes that see the shadows
dancing in the flickering flames of war.
A light that bears witness to my last heart beat
in the scribbles of a dying man.
My destiny foretold in my work
to spend eternity in the darkness
that surrounds the stars,
with a pencil that can draw no light.
Pass gently dear comrades from this earth,
time is the watch which knows no end.
Only the blind and the dead will hear
the last tick of this illusion.
For silence is the secret of the earth
everything dies, everything dies.
it had been predicted
the crime of your century
i would figure out
and do it justice
It was written
after many years of famine
and tragedy
the justice i did the crime of the century
would lead you to enlightenment
it was said
the lasting effects of my iron rod
would last for hundreds of years
known as the golden age
it was foretold
the last prophet of the world before jesus
returns at the end of earth when this was undone,
I would do this for you
and he would be annointed
so here it is
the mastermined war code
with potential to end your way of life
sucked into its center, a personal war against war,
in which war protests itself
spiralling out from the center of indifference
and miscommunication
to keep up with the supposed manipulation
the outside layers, a holy essence
as this beasts mission is to prevent itself
walking out with knowledge
to be scathed in your perfection
to take every good advice given in the mentioned cypher
to prevent the end of your life
in which your global enemies will be pinpointed
and peace on earth mastermined
My Iron rod
can be dangerous
for now i wield it with good intent
for now i teach you to come together in unity
to become a global success
this false prophet, dressed up as your historical legacy
this god complex, joke dressed in suicide
it was mentioned i would have an enemy
and with world peace for 300 years at stake
you would not tell them of this under rug swept prophecy
for your enemy to be realised
your global enemy responsible for all wars of earth
this warcode to protect everyone from their own foolery
walk away from this personal war with what is offered
for the next man i label as the antichrist,
may not be found as the blackmailed victom of your organisation
in the matrix of the underground,
the sleight of reality, belief and spirituality
the world deadlocked, and blackmailed for peace
I have an enemy
i t also happens that i have a rash
i am the prophet nostradamus predicted
the last one to be before the end of the world
i am here to lead you to the golden age
and then world peace
this will last for hundreds of years
but having an enemy
i am having difficulty accomplishing my heavenly task