Long Inasmuch Poems

“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

“There...

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"Volupte Mysterie" 



Fallen and risen
the volupte She ...

considers 

Her gods
are found
sore and wanting 

a new life 
breathing in 
a new world

she walks 
in dreams 
she sleeps

in as much as
heaven and hell 
exist

here on this Earth
they...

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# 5 Jesus is coming back again for His harvest.  His church will be without spot or
blemish and that would not be possible if His church went through the tribulation.
We wouldn't be eligible for...

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I Thought...
I thought we could both hold each others hand
And smile at each other as we overcome the storm
And look into each others eyes with great relief
And hold each other in each others eyes
As we...

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Twenty four seven AMONG THESE ARE 		                            ...

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Firstly, skies grew dark, whilst the winds grew strong,
this ominous progression, showed it would not be long
before towering clouds released their thunderous load
of torrential rain, on the land below.  Though rain bode
well for much...

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The season approaches,
Speeding toward us on arctic zephyrs,
but the coldness is more than air
it seeps under the skin
where loneliness begins.

Is there any other day
where solitude's talons rake,
mutilating peace of mind,
quite so much as Christmastide.

Every commercial,...

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Sambhavami yugé, yugé, says the Gita: 
God will come back again and again.
What for?
Of course to protect the virtuous 
And destroy the evil doers.

Déjà vu!
The Jews seem to wait for the same end. 
That’s what...

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The day soul sweeps the air, the knock of tears never benefits, all the 
Enjoyments with red alert and maple of crystal cry which doesn't 
Benevolent in the morning life expected to surround to sorrow.

The...

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Wife: I cannot stop to say I love you inasmuch as; I am breathing the love Oxygen. I find the world is so tight without informing you into information. Please listen to learn and learn...

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OVERCOMING FLAWS

I heard laughter in a distance and wondered why this annoyed me.  Then I realized that what they laughed about was what did not define humor.  Therefore, who laughed twisted their senses.

This...

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FROM THE VIRTUOUS WOMAN
TO THE WAYWARD:

Excuse me...I'm moving on,
And I don't need your opinion,
To cast away the trust I'm leaning on.
You have life and choices you living on,
And I don't think of deciding for you,
Since...

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Personally, we clash because we want to be different
yet, this only brings indifference.
We have a chip on our shoulders as individuals.
We want to be innate in which one must be the greater person.

Personally, we confront...

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A Thought stands alone; waiting, cold, and shivering.
Yay, succor from a Scribe, who against the slaughter of the innocent, and whose own thoughts are fair, places around the shoulders of the Thought a robe of...

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Doing Wright 
Tom Wright AKA
Miracle Man
3/10/2024

In life I’ve done things,
just because of my want.
Several times perhaps,
because of someone’s taunt.

I’ve done many things,
because one would ask.
Later wondering why,
I was chosen for their task.

I’ve quietly done things,
...

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STILL I RISE

Still I rise, shaming the daunting eyes.
Still I rise, despite the convincing lies.
Still I rise, though with me, they cut ties
Still I rise, inasmuch as I let out sighs,
Still I rise, if you...

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DETRACTORS AND LIBELERS :

Living in the world with detractors,
Moving egregiously with libelers. 
They always try killing our dreams,
Because their lives never gleams.
When we put on the coat of vigor,
They see us to be a generational...

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The “Lazies”
Written: by Miracle Man
2-19-2020

As bleeding heart liberals crusade for open borders,
Illegals bring their customs, and now reshape our country.
Some show moral probity, but many become hoarders,
And socialist's dare say, “it's all elementary”. 

The lazies...

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Now the darkest hour is over
A new dawn uncovers
Waiting anxiously for you
To seize the solemn opportunity
And set the pace for others to follow.

To take the bull by the horns;
To succeed and leave behind you 
An...

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A Dusty Trail Called Hate
Miracle Man
4/13/2024

Hate is a dusty trail,
where seldom raindrops fall.
What causes man’s hate to exist,
oft times he can’t recall.

Does hate exist for someone’s look,
or shading of their skin.
Perhaps an unforgotten activity,
birthed way...

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They have in their senses,
A bloated self-image worthy of pulling the best.
Letter-assortments, their sense, they knew not,
Yet march on with leaps of obstinacy to brim.
Subtly aided by the fairest in all,
Visualed only due to sacrifice...

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There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute...

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Miracle Man Thoughts 
For 7/7/2004

As bees during swarm time,
they flock to our borders.
With palms opened wide,
most are resource hoarders.
Beyond our borders lie,
the milk & honey they seek.
Children with scared faces, 
and tongues we can’t speak.

But...

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(With apologies to William Shakespeare)

 Shall I compare thee to a box of frogs
 for inasmuch you seem to be as mad,
 you've really let your looks go to the dogs
 your face would look...

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My Voice
Written: by Miracle Man
10-3-2019

God gave each person,
a gift of voice.
Also how we use it,
HE gave us a choice.
We can use our voices,
to spread HIS word.
To those who are lost,
and perhaps haven’t heard.

Or we can...

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