Long Miracle Poems
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It was the twenty fourth of December nineteen fourteen.
Troops were English, French & Belgians, a bloody war was the scene.
A sound was coming from the German enemy line.
German soldiers were approaching on that day and singing in voices fine.
A cry of “Merry Christmas” from the German solders who were advancing quick.
They all looked so jovial, it didn’t seem to be a trick.
For a short time, all were comrades not one bit afraid for their lives at all.
There was laughing and joking, and they all joined in singing by night fall.
Seemed all men were the same, didn’t matter which uniform they wore.
How extraordinary, enemies singing together a carol in the middle of a war.
By morning gifts of cake, smokes and clothes were exchanged by each side.
A truce that should be an example of what we humans really have inside.
A true show, that men aren’t killing machines, everyone, a husband or a son.
A true Christmas Miracle from the bloody chapters of World War One.
I watched some news on BBC
Then turned to FOX and got a surprise
Compared what I heard on the other source
And found FOX to be full of lies
Nothing on Leavitt, Noem or Bondi
Three submissives of Trump unqualified
Just gossip and lies to offer the audience
Right leaning propaganda undignified
If you watch FOX for a little while
Wonder why they cover for a pedophile
Lying to the country with a smile
Nothing mentioned of the Epstein file
GOP cover up for their owners
Rich child molesters that are political donors
Live in fear of losing their career
Covering up for Miracle Ear.
Afraid to vote outside the box
Most of the cabinet came from FOX
The Russian asset can give two hoots
While the GOP will lick his boots
Normalizing corruption and greed
Taking away from those in need
Raiding the treasury when opportunity knocks
It might make the news but not on FOX
Silencing the media, aligning with terrorist nations
Attacking minorities with military occupations
History lessons when I was a kid
Watching him do what Hitler did
Vengeance to all who have resisted
Stopping wars that never existed
Poisonous words no time to detox
Presented as truth by the fiction of FOX
Changing the department of education
To the department of indoctrination.
Destroying the truth that is taught in schools
Backed by uneducated MAGA fools
Nothing but lies each time he talks
But it will be presented as truth by FOX
One man looking to wear a crown
Turning America upside down
No use for the poor, the elderly or the ill
No conscience at all when ordering a kill
Steal from the people when opportunity knocks
You won’t see the truth on bootlicking FOX
From some week
Nauseous I feel
Last month my period also ceased
I'd gone to Doctor
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me.
A sweet smile ran through my lips
Oh! I was tickled pink
But wait..
Is it any pleasantary?
I'm preggy? So funny it is.
I'm just seventeen
Having no boyfriend
Or any such relationship
Again, she checked
But this time, she was amazed
She ascertained my virginity
Also assured my pregnancy
Spiralled up from blank theory
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "
I went to the library
turned the pages of biology
Found the term Parthenogenesis
A process in which
Female egg converted into offspring
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where?
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear
That I purchased from the science fair
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream
Biologists regarded this
As Super parthenogenesis
After some months or more
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord
15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"
Come and walk with me on miracle mile
It will enhance all your senses
Bringing tingling sensations throughout your body
Making your your soul feel so good
The meaning of life will be understood
As we walk
All your worries will drift away
Feeling beautiful warmth
From the suns luminous rays
It’s a journey to happiness
Where we live on forever
Flowers are singing
Birds are dancing
Trees are playing
It’s amazing to see
Entertaining guaranteed
The flow of the aroma
Play sounds of a violin made from Cremona
Once we reach the end up ahead
We will come out brand new my friend!
In her grand fantasy’s territory
Freely emerges beauteous Twinkle Fairy
Opening great provisions' granary ---
Gifts* for her wondrous birthday flurry
As a good girl, giving home no worry.
Twinkle Fairy grants her food-dowry:
Sweet delights flavored with strawberry
Midst pies whipped by apple and cheery
There’s also veggie meat, indeed savory
Likewise nutritious chips of zero calorie.
Basking under her dream’s victory
She’s awakened, hearing Mom’s “Hurry!”
In her room, vibrant and glittery
Are loved ones, singing; oh, how merry
With their presents wrapped by prayer’s glory.
Thanking God, she winks at Twinkle Fairy:
That's Mom along her virtuous story
Miracle-filled; sometimes, a mystery
Strengthening her faith, despite fatal injury
This blessed feast in the infirmary.
*Romans 11:29 For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.
November 1, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND no 650 any theme any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/19/2020.
They all speak to me:
sometimes alone,
like a solo cello with
its sad, plaintive voice,
tugging at my soul
like a magnet pulling
at life's deep mystery.
Or maybe a small group
of rowdy instruments
will gang up, into a quartet
or sextet or even a very
tough octet, eight musicians
playing as one, much like a
small miracle of both fury
and the gentlest softness....
But sometimes I go all out:
I take on a hundred or more
at once as they breathe life
into a vast bold symphony by
Mahler, Beethoven, Bruckner,
or scores of souls perennially
reborn in music, music that
can make its own magic,
coming wildly into my ears
while putting a taste
of Eternity on my tongue....
God created so much beauty on earth-
Mountains and plains, hills and valleys,
But nothing can compare to a sunrise at the sea.
It is a miracle created just for you and me.
The sky and the ocean seem to blend
Together on the horizon.
Slowly the light slips
Over the line…
Glorious colors appear on the horizon.
As the sun slowly climbs over and begins
To ascend in glory sublime.
Such breathtaking beauty brings tears to my eyes.
I am reminded of creation in the beginning
When God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.
I worship the one who created such beauty.
It is simply pure delight.
By Accident
In life`s inner journey we seldom tread
Along verdant vales bordered with flowers
But often along winding ways we dread,
At times on tracts with thorns amidst showers,
In the depth of our heart sensing the need
For a sagacious sage to guide our creed.
Such a rare bird we struggle hard to find
Like a blue moon in a silvery sky:
With the wretched walls of our wetted mind
Feeling lost in a labyrinth up high
In a tangled tortuous maze of thoughts
We try to untie ropes twisted with knots.
Distraught with dark despair we may settle,
After steady sincere surrogate search,
For him who is far from the ideal
Who may quit us in arena of lurch
To fare on our own in the thick of life,
To administer our own inner strife.
Stumbling on the rightful guide for ourselves
Can sprout out of our blissful destiny
A miracle to raise our inner self
A fortuitous act of honesty
Destined to enlighten our sincere soul
A blessed accident carved in our scroll.
Our Rock
Written: by Miracle Man
11-1-2019
3:00 AM
God feels our pain and bottles our tears,
While taking our burdens from any life test.
He brings us joy while calming our fears,
and on dismal days we still feel blessed.
He gave us a voice and to Him we speak,
In prayer we should seek His face each day.
Whether day is euphoric or bordering bleak,
He knows our needs but still we must pray.
He forgives our sin if we call on His name,*
Prayer helps us get beyond each days dross.
From east to west, things are never the same,
The road to Heaven runs through the cross.
*Psalms 103:12
“As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.”
For Melissa:
This poem is a message from your garden. I'm so sorry for your loss. May you experience a miracle to restore the beauty of nature and hope in your garden. Blessings, love and light.
Gaia is crying
(My human is crying too)
By Michelle Morris
27/04/2023
They cut down the gardens
Gaia gasped at the destruction
The Universe felt the loss
Deliberate and calculated harm
My human came home to chaos
She is bereft and heartbroken
Silent and alone
The bees and butterflies have gone
Gaia is crying
My human is crying too
Why do people embrace the darkness
And destroy beauty and hope and truth
Foliage rare and irreplaceable
Protected and needed for life
Gone for good this time
By irresponsible and careless acts
They cut down those gardens
Then poisoned the remaining roots
The garden is no more, my human
And Gaia is filled with hurt
Oh, Gaia is crying
My human is crying too
May there be a miracle healing
Of this garden and our planet's heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023