Long Mildness Poems
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There is no poet monster and no killer of dreams.
Some people have imaginary visions, or so it seems.
All the trolls and bullies are gone, except for one,
who continues spinning webs of lies, never done.
No poison snake slithers inside these poetry halls.
No toddler antics committed, but for one who bawls,
crying out about leaders on lists, not being humble.
Boo hoo and hiss, with a pen this one does grumble
With references to "him" and "his" it's plain to see,
the one being slandered stands when he has to pee.
Bitterness runs rampant through veins of cold blood
and malicious words pour forth in an angry flood.
It's a shame this good man has been falsely accused,
but his mind and spirit remain unscathed, not bruised.
His soul is not empty and many call him 'my brother.'
Acrid words don't hurt him when penned by another.
Mildness is a virtue he shows many, without a doubt.
He doesn't look down on others with a haughty snout.
So, Milt, I am proud to be among those you call 'friend,'
and pity the one who besmirches you, trying to offend.
I have poured out my heart like water
But only those understanding will see
I have laid the grief of the children
before the King appointed to be
I have studied each fragile connection
and the way that men hurt their own
the shield and the scars sealed deeply
and left too many hearts without home
Slave to traditions and teachings
don’t taste don’t touch and don’t care
Ten thousand things that you shouldn’t
of ideological stoning beware
But none can follow examples
of courses they don’t understand
but let’s flay them alive with blazing
and their lives let’s mark with a brand
When learning you to walk upright
when you fell were you beaten and shamed
if just now you are learning to do right
is it just when you fall to be framed
In the gentle stillness
in movement softer than a breeze
pictures of their future
the rest of man at ease
And tender are the Words
that coax the fragile shoots
whose mildness alights
the growth of goodly fruits
Your promises have held me
and voice mine ears carress
in delicate expressions
which avows your loves address
You have drawn us with affection
with persuasions clearly pure
assurances of a truthful pledge
of a love that will endure
In earnest is your bestowal
the announcements of your speech
in readiness to accomplish
to divulge the heart you teach
The essence of your compassion
the ardor of your intent
the center of our being
to its enlargement are we bent
We waded through embankments
and rivers did we ford
sought for the precious things
what is the Truth of Lord
You are the Sun the Moon the Rain
the energy that creates growth
the spirit who supports all Life
and to save it given oath
We will forever turn to you
and happily throw our crown
prostrate in humble gratitude
For the Love within have found
sources : Psalms Proverbs
Ecclesiastes
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
The effects of Confirmation are an increase of sanctifying grace, the strengthening of our faith, and the Gifts of the Holy Spirit
The gifts of the Holy Spirit are Wisdom or deep understanding, Understanding, Counsel, Fortitude, Knowledge, Piety and Fear of the Lord
We receive the fear of the Lord to fill us with a dread of sin
We received the gift of Piety to make us love God as a Father and obey Him because we love Him
We receive the gift of Knowledge to enable us to discover the will of God in all things
We receive the gift of Fortitude to strengthen us to do the will of God in all things
We receive the gift of counsel to warn us of the deceits of devil, and of the dangers of salvation
We receive the gift of Understanding to enable us to grow more clearly the mysteries of faith
We received the gift of wisdom to give us a relish for the things of God, and to direct our whole life and all our actions to His honor and glory
The Beatitudes are:
1. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
2. Blessed are the meek, for they shall possess the land.
3. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
4. Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice, for they shall be filled.
5. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
6. Blessed are the clean of heart, for they shall see God.
7. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
8. Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
The 12 Fruits of the Holy Spirit are Charity, Joy, Peace, Patience, Benighnity, Goodness, Long-suffering, Mildness, Faith, Modesty, Continency and Chastity
I love the way you smile like a little child..
Having her little balloons and stuff..
I love the way you ate your m&m's
Like we had this candid tandems
Just suddenly..
Words ponder as much I don't understand at all
Feelings abandon, lies still in
You left red thorns in my cabin
Beseeching, crying, as much as I do
And until..
Can I pretend that there's no you?
Invisibly holding your hands like stitches of this heart of mine
Burnt easier like colorful smoke in the air
And now, chasing the mildness of this calming water
Reflecting our years had spent together
Possibly people change by the moment they realized..
It's over.
there's something intrinsically poetic about lists…
1.
bread (wholemeal)
twelve eggs
solar panels
occasional frogs
corporate lawyers
steam
2.
onions (red)
tomatoes (finely chopped)
garlic (four cloves)
fireman's ladder (aluminium)
disparity (secretly hidden)
mildness (abundant)
gluttony (almost definite)
mozzarella (abridged)
3.
clean sink
dirty sink
point un-necessarily
wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area
shirk responsibilities
vacuum dog
hide
reappear (nearly palindromic)
borrow an eagle
book car in to be painted yellow
buy a bucket
start new list
I always did fantasize about our diverse earth;
Its freezing stones in the fridges of the Arctic and Antarctic landscapes.
The idyllic playgrounds on the quiet sands of the Mediterranean Sea banks,
The amazing sun baked plains of the smoothened Sahara brown,
The tropical Haven of humid air, where the golden sun awakes in a fair and bright morning, and sets at even with its magnificent crimson smile.
What a cozy feeling can its temperate climes bring; with its sheer abundance of Clement weather.
A paradise indeed of ambient mildness.
I long for the warm gardens of Eden’s residues, with their ebullient and lush tropical green.
How pleasant it would be to cascade down the many waterfalls in an imaginary and wonderland fashion.
To go atop the zenith of each mountainous heaven from which pinnacle point you have the panoramic view of your own vanquished plains.
I once disappeared into the wind, in a midsummer night’s dream to see my global fantasies come true.
And like a boisterous eagle,
I glided high to the heavens for this global and utterly delightful bird’s eye view.
In the eyes of a mother,
She sees...
Beauty,
Mildness,
In her innocent child.
She sits,
She thinks,
Nine months of joy?
Then she looks.
How she was given...
Nine long months is what it took.
Until she could see her baby boy.
In the eyes of a mother...
In her eyes,
She wants him to believe,
She is very wise.
Only thing she knows is art.
For him she will be smart.
For him she will make a new start.
In my eyes,
I am young.
I am mature.
I just want his life to be filled with love,
So pure.
Praying everyday,
Every night,
Help me raise my son right.
In my eyes
He is the only site.
In my head a war is raging
No agreement, there’s no pact
Anger wants to be the leader
Rule my thoughts, and with no tact
Then comes Conscience with his reason
Something must be done, and fast
Quickly he sends for Discernment
And hopes this tension will not last
But the latter leaves him waiting
And the waiting took too long
This was not supposed to happen
What ensued, was bad and wrong
Anger whom got all the madder
Started spewing gall and hate
Conscience tried real hard to stop him
But alas, it was too late
Anger didn’t even bother
In his fury and his rage
He just swore with sheer abandon
Like a lion in a cage
Conscience quietly endured this
He gave up, he spoke no more
He just waited till Discernment
Came and walked in through the door
And he came, but with companions
This shook Anger through his spine
Never did he think Discernment
Would show up with an extra nine
Peace and Kindness, Faith and Patience
Goodness, also Self-control
Mildness, Joy, all these were present
They all tried to reach the goal
But the situation worsened
Anger chided who and what
But it didn’t take much longer
’till he wished that he had not
Because Love now started speaking
With a voice strong like a gong
Everyone now stared at Anger
Who now seemed a lot less strong.
Wendy Nipas
How spectacular your crisp, cold colors,
Autumn dear, your bright & brilliant hues.
The fruition of success & failure, previous;
Culminated countenance of consequence.
Bold can be those leafy reflections from bud
To crown, the readiness to share the Fall.
It was your choice, Autumn dear, to steer
Toward perfection or depression, in trial.
Do you gather your bundle around your feet
Fretting and frenetic, leaves wet with despair, or
Do your colors gamble about like a wooly lamb,
Reminding the young of a rainbow’s halo?
Do you fear a latter season or let go your shapes
With holy anticipation, excitement at your fingertips?
Slow bustling of the wind, gentle shake of limbs;
Creative hustling, vivacity of freshness let loose.
Lovely your perspicacity and personality, sparkling
With a thick accent; nay, the dampening of dour
Spirits, fretting at losing your springiness, your green.
Wake up! Shake up your dreams! Youths love
Your rain, your jewel carpeting - they walk in
Your footsteps; enhance the next generation
Not with mildness, but with potential, using
Every bit of your wit and wile, your future hope.
Brighten those smiles with every shake of your head;
Even your baldness, crooked and ancient limbs.
Dear Autumn, you leave room for new sow & reap;
For coddled and courageous seed; newborn buds.
Autumn, less is more, more or less; nonsense
We don’t speak; no madness of spectral tongue.
Serendipity as pumpkins dance with flaming eyes,
As grand mas and pas blink back their yesteryears.
Three wholesome cheers for oaks, maples, even
Evergreens; for every tree that participates in life
And death on earth, rebirth, sentience, flirtation.
Live well, this latter season! Be tested! Thrive!
I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.
Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars depart on shadow wings.
Shimmering’s walk toward my window
on silver slippers.
A native mildness calls me out
to the green hollows
where poppies cling to secrets.
I’ve a yen to lean like a greening barn
that’s honeycombed with sky.
The dew bathes, hills run with deer.
The woods hold aloft their nocturnal dreams
while the sky turns those to mist
I am invited to be kin,
to the verdigris of millstones,
to the mist and blood
of feuding legends,
to the weather-worn
secluded places
where dirt roads end
and life proclaims
its right to be free.