Long Miracle Poems

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Premium Member True Christmas Miracle- Abridged Version

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.
war
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member FOX

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
Form: Couplet

Miracle In My Womb

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"

Premium Member Miracle Mile

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!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Birthday Flurry

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.
Form: Monorhyme


Music's Magic

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....

Sunrise At the Sea

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.

Premium Member By Accident


                                                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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Our Rock

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.”
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Gaia Is Crying

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

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