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Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via
Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst
alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage,
where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist
deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk
chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the
grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such
shrubbery mimicking the likeness sans glistening fleshy sin
yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be
hind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus
wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised
to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away
leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible
entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed
from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist
conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast,
where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis
a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans
formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous
chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of
topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly
authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie
a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel
Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts
where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid
test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
Form:
Why’s there so much clart along with your message?
Why does your face rage with indifference, stare?
When will you realise you’re validating such ullage,
You’re propounding concern, not honest, but a glare?
Are you talking to me just to direct and set my beliefs,
To imbue, give an understanding of Jesus that won’t fail?
Well, I’ve read the bible and know what I think, my sheafs,
And would not like anyone to quill or administer ail.
Talking to people for a subsidiary reason is wrong,
The same subsidiary reason every time unspoken, unsaid,
But fluently promoted by ministers and brothers in song,
In friendship conversations this purpose is hot and red.
The purpose Christians talk with you is evangelism,
Not purely for interest, concern, love or admiration,
But they need to latch onto others in deviant egotism,
Onto the others in your life, relationships common.
It’s not fair, their dependence on your selfless synchrony,
Their bill of rights which says they can presume, prod,
Their reputation as caring which supersedes all disharmony,
Their statement as knowing the way that’s true, not odd.
I know what the truth is, my atheism was never a fallacy,
It’s implications spread like a watered ivy on a stone wall,
Giving me evolution theory, the sciences of no discrepancy,
And medical science which saves in its standing so tall.
Told of sunshine the moon waits
Chasing a love that will never take
A heart so full it would burst before it could ever break
Continuing it's orbit no matter how long it might take
Ah how I wish humans could be like this
True love and devotion after the first kiss
Memories and lovely smiles unknowing that anything is amiss
Then off they sneak to another's room
In another's arms they sing that caring tune
On another day they return before walking away
One like this they will never stay
And all the forsaken lover can feel is shame
Because used and abandoned and abused they still call his name
Childhood innocence slowly peels away
Adulthood slips in within a day
And you're forced to change
Your hair never sits quite the same way
And your smile starts to feel more fake
As you wonder how much more you can truly take
And in the rumination of a quite night
You close your eyes and try to escape the fight
But no matter how hard you try the tears escape and you start to cry
Standing in a window sill
Looking down at a world all too still
You take a breath and wish to fly
A leap of faith and you wonder if the loyal moon would also choose to die
Then on another part of the world
One who could have one day been yours
Never gets to meet the sun to their moon
Never gets to hear your heart's tune
In you devotion they never got to imbue
Because you chose to be the rain and fall
Instead of waiting for that who would have loved you most of all
What’s your view?
Is there a hue?
That for you
Will on cue
Always imbue
Your soul renew
The one colour
Couldn’t poo poo
Makes others duller
Wouldn’t eschew
Pure & true
We’ve all known
Tone is prone
To stir such emotion
Some say sky or sea
Others disown
The big blue notion
Shrouds of clouds
Lure of azure ocean
For me a dosage
Of grown foliage
Honed my devotion
The most verdant sheen
I have ever seen
That magic potion
Tincture of Greens!
A cricket pitch
Without a hitch
Can bewitch
Bowling green
Billiards baize
Rays ablaze
Can amaze
Who doesn’t fawn
Over dew at dawn
On a lovely lawn
Passion pops
Preens the tops
Fashions any copse
Captivating thrills
Spills across
Undulating hills
Don't need a permit
To be a hermit
Rest In a forest
The colour of kermit
A tinge to binge
Can’t cringe..shan’t impinge
Only if flames singe
Would cause a twinge
Fresh from Mother Nature’s syringe
There’s no other shade
She’s sprayed
Life conveyed
Jade dappled glade
Strife allayed
Laborious glorious fringe rife
So dutifully…beautifully made
Not a skinflint hint
Or skint glint
Stints of prints
Of green tints
Like cooling Mint
Or the sublime lime
Of summertime fooling
Could be the emerald
Only Spring can herald
Or go full throttle
Embracing the green of racing
Or the mottle of bottle
Let sage take centre stage
Held captive by olive
Maybe Pea or Sea glee
Say what you see
Always classy
Brassy let’s call it grassy
Which is why
It’s a bonsai dye
I’m a verdant merchant
With a trenchant penchant
For this natural screen
Finessing..caressing & dressing wood
Glean a lovely keen sheen
Whether trees or Pease pud
That could have only ever been GREEN!
God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Getting of a London bus
On a sweltering day in June
Trying not to swear or cuss -
I knew I’d be home soon.
The shopping bags were heavy
They seemed to weigh a tonne,
But I knew this was the levy,
For my cuppa in the sun.
My senses all were bristling
As I reached up for the pot
When the kettle started whistling,
With the water bubbling hot.
Holding handle and the spout
With a gentle, slow gyration,
I warmed the pot throughout
With expectant jubilation.
That rich and sweet perfume
Of tea leaves as they brew
Fill my senses and the room
With the wonder they imbue.
I set my China cup,
Upon its saucer on the tray,
Eager for that first sweet sup,
I pour without delay.
Tea, deep brown and steaming,
Softened by a splash of milk,
Sends my taste buds reeling
When I sip it’s liquid silk.
For some, it’s like a ritual,
For some just rehydration
For some a joy, habitual,
A wonder of creation.
For me it’s like a refuge
From the storms, the stress and strife
When drowning in life’s deluge
This Elixir of life !
Oh, Lord, imbue me with gratitude and zeal.
Much as the red burst trailed the glistening steel.
As a possible sequel, yielding divinely may reveal.
There is no laziness but an apparent ordeal.
What if I could eagerly grasp the spirits for adoring?
Allow me to depict life out of a stance of meaning.
Sustain me to detain a brilliant guide for the amnesty.
And to their ecstatic vision and quenchless docility.
Will the seeds of cognitive empathy sprout in my mind?
Provide me with the heroic virtue of sensitivity, divined.
Sustain me in my prompt walk with God, the all-powerful.
I worship in the tiny shoes of the burdened flowerful.
Do I need to trust my intensity? And gain pride
Some suffer the ill insight of an internal guide.
May the Lord's goodness utterly define my life today?
A true impetus for massively amending wildly way.
I dearly need to be encouraged for forgiveness.
Ostensively allow me to be infused with faithfulness.
I need being for others a wellspring of graciousness.
God, support me to succeed and ensure progress.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: December 04, 2021
BEATITUDE RHYMING POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
The cause of sadness also shows its end;
That we let go the loved one and remain.
Such comfort,aid and love we have from friends
Helps us bear the heart’s most dangerous pain.
But if our friends fear their own hidden grief.
If sorrow is never let to touch their heart;
Then friendship’s stolen by a nervous thief;
As wishing to retain our self,we part.
The friends who sit in silent company
Who look for no reward yet love us true
Who show, quite clear, desireless empathy;
They are friends who warmth and hope imbue.
Patient silence may do more than words
The utterance of the heart is not absurd.
Oh, Christmas Tree, upon that hill you grew
with others meant to flourish there in view.
Beneath the sky where sunrays blend with blue
and starry nights, as moonbeams shine in lieu-
you now await your Christmastime debut.
So soon, you will be chosen by us, who
will bring you home indoors, and then pursue
to dress you with fine trinkets, tinsel too
make you the centerpiece that brings anew
the spirit that our Christmas days imbue.
Around you, neath your limbs, gifts will accrue
all wrapped, and what's inside, there'll be no clue.
How you are loved for standing- staunch and true-
while lending beauty with your brilliant hue.
But oh, your days will end, as we all knew.
Stripped bare- that time will halt your rendezvous.
You served your purpose- so, what's left to do
but lay you out to rest- dried limbs askew.
In this short life, your promise lived up to
rekindling joy as Christmastime passed through.
Oh, Christmas Tree, your time with us fast flew,
yet, you'll still shine- in thankful thoughts of you.
As streak of evening wanes on treetops
I flit away to guard man’s dwellings;
My calm eyes watching a hollowed time
Evanescing gradually into the night:
White- feathered tip carries an olive branch
Sprinkled with dew of hope, of repose
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against the hours’ afterglow.
This mystic presence stirs me high,
Like a Holy Spirit’s godly behest
When nothing but the grace of calm
Descends through heaven’s nest…
Till my wings glimmer to imbue light
Enshrining man inner peace and sway,
As dawn greets my evensong
To celebrate a new day, ever reborn.
Contest: Poetry In An Animal's View
2/8/2017