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Maybe I’m not the standard of the jigsaw puzzles
that fragment your brain.
Surely, I am judged because I take courage—
to smoothen a life
with my roughhewn experience.
Daring, I am, to discard the chauvinistic pigs
that raise an eyebrow, for I carry on.
Honesty is my trademark, and improvising my serve
places me as wanted, not in servitude.
Uniqueness is all you see,
for I am the strength of my responsibilities
— committed and fixed.
Shine I will, as I always do —
not for society, not for the world at large,
but for myself, for God, and for family.
Maybe it’s the pain I carry,
a burden to ensure the world is better for you.
I cradle the blessings for future generations;
my name is written in the winds, rocks, fires, and skies.
“Take time, take self, take your name
into the passion of committed faith.
Not as a penitent, wretched sinner,
but as a last-days’ follower of the coming Christ.
Not because you must, but because your faith
sees the Glory of the coming King.
And He, the Holy Spirit, opens the eyes of your heart
to have the blessed assurance of glory—
To be caught up, or rise—
the rapture.
Are we ready for it?
We aren’t, are we?
Or we are, aren’t we?
You alone know.”
Fallen from grace, our heart seeks expansion
That we once again see God face-to-face
Cyclic pain and joy cause agitation
Pursuit of happiness, unending chase
Memory erased, life puzzles we lace
Following our ego spawned suggestion
To get ahead, we thereby brace to race
Fallen from grace, our heart seeks expansion
One day we get to point of exhaustion
Surrendering thought, relying on grace
Stillness and silence our meditation
That we once again see God face-to-face
Recognising stagnation as disgrace
Enter the vibrant void of cessation
Fears and desires, gradually deface
Cyclic pain and joy cause agitation
At ease like the breeze; earth a play station
Detachedly flowing at an easy pace
Ceasing to offer any reaction
Pursuit of happiness, unending chase
Each offered experience, we embrace
Choosing vibrant life of celebration
Each ego impression, to root we trace
That there no longer be separation
Fallen from grace
15-June-2021
Proliferation the wonder of it all
from a tiny seed becomes a tree tall
pollen from stamen floats on winds call
DNA puzzles do many enthrall
Written instruction for what it becomes
answers to life’s perplexing problems
a manual so tiny naked eye cannot see
engineering so fine progresses what is to be
Stored information that’s dynamic in action
investigation that understands just a fraction
plants that convert light into sugar
directions malfunction converted to injure
So much of language we don’t understand
and deny designer on length of it’s strand
like God we conceive with plans and action
to science becomes a single mans passion
We draw and layout a similar pattern
imitation configured by nature so learn
skill of arrangement and execution
who would replace design with evolution
We ourselves imitate all creation
by things produced in every nation
like God we delight to work something new
to admit being like God are those of us few
Why do so many have difficult time
that like our Father have creative mind
able to produce from imaginative skill
beauty and pleasure which in our souls thrill
Everything speaks of brilliant design
it’s language to the specifics define
communication of action individual speech
in every molecule order does teach
Expressions of Love in all that’s created
conditions within the things investigated
intelligence for foolishness many have traded
and thirst for learning becomes castigated
We comprehend not the speech of our tongue
or the effects upon whom it belong
direction of growth all order is spoken
connection with Father has become broken
Genetics embody progression of growth
contains language and communication both
from within does come outward advance
to intricate to have arrived by chance
In all of nature instruction is written
the Bible a book of directions submission
to understand Love and how we should live
and what is hidden within his missive
Jehovah to earth sent his only begotten
with his sacrifice might our hearts soften
so we might have our freedom of speech
to understand the heights that we may reach
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?
stars in the sky in late fall blind me to happiness
that prewinter feeling consumes me and i reminisce till rehabilitated
i forget about everything and think about periods that simple sentences forgot
i then remember that God has answered more of my prayers than He didn't,
and thankfulness occurs as a direct result
i break out the dreamsicle melodies in my mind and stuff my problems and my troubles somewhere where a toybox was designed
images of rare southern white winters make my flesh tingle and uplifts my personal yearnings
alas! i am ready for the HolyDay Season
welcome, dear moon, please proceed to illuminate the missing pieces
solve once again the mystery of the puzzled puzzles and reveal the actual intended discovery
peace on earth is a crescent roll away for me
some may choose to continually disagree
however and nevertheless it is God's Vision i do see
melted butter pride is the way of my New Walk, and it leaves me feeling mighty free....
Childhood then was full of fun
as kids played outside in the sun
So different then, unlike today
with their gadgets and gizmos
that’s all they want to play
On rising with a picnic packed
we trekked all day with no route mapped
Made camps amongst the bushes and trees
as the sun went down, dashing home for our teas
No watching TV night after night
we played board games, did puzzles
maybe had a pillow fight
With fluffy white feathers
strewn over the floor, feigning sleep
as Ma banged on our door
We played conkers and jacks and hopscotch too
there was never a day we had nothing to do
The sun always shone from morning till night
when the moon shone down what a beautiful sight
We saw little green men having fun on the moon
and one day we dreamt we would fly there soon
So next day a space ship we built in the garden
made with rope and old boxes
we had claimed from the foxes
could be launched the next day ~ as we floated away
on another adventure, well what more can I say…
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I am a muse unto myself
drawing my mind on
broken mirrors
Shards assemble like
puzzles for expression
painting a future
drawing nearer
My rearview is perfect
picture
that is insightful
in my eyes
I learn from all that I
experience
therefor I am
forever growing wise
My truth makes a fool
out of lies
because they're false
& never real
Some fools will set eyes
on solid truth
looking for things
that they can steal
It's amusing how real
it can be
but it's not a joke
& never funny
Runny lies are like eggs
with feet to boot
ready-made for mouths
forever running
They move with a rhythm
like cunning snakes
out of place in
God's garden
Not pythons but mocks
on dirty grounds
in dire need
of one's pardon
My silent serene soul softly craves your candles of crystalline calm.
Your gallant greens of golden glow gently beam with bumbles, bashing blissful thoughts in a thundering whisper.
Our chemistry and connection is madly enchanted in ethereal crimson certainty of nectar's new dawn.
I want to own the oceans and you like I hold my butterflies and beliefs.
Rumple my radiant lips on silhouette sheets of your secret shoulder yard, leaving amaranth art of kisses on your lavender chest.
Letting your spikes of spices chase me into a search of serenity.
You are my wind in the wild storm.
The whisperer, wanderer in my mystical melodies.
You are the tempting thoughts in my tempestuous tides, thrilling the turbulent twilight of my heavenly heart.
The mesmerizing midnight memories in the infinite brain of my independent heart.
I'm nightfall without your luminous laughter.
I'm dateless without your conducive calendar of pink promises.
I'm the death of a wasteful war and torn tears from the endless screams.
Be the pondering puzzles of my relentless reasoning.
The savoury solitude in my sour soul.
The hibiscus honey and roasted peanuts in my poetic pantry.
My rustling reckless reflection in muttered excuses.
And I'll be your rainbow, your Rosa Juliet.
Your chocolate cosmos. Your scout for love in the jungle of jasmine spring.
I have fondly found fleeting fragrances of happiness from the ryhming rheum in your eyes. It is daring densely, hallucinating hazardously, making me stare still till I blindly bleed in haphazard hues.
Till eternity my love, your secret silence is the riff in every song. It is the splash of every sound. The hair on my stirred skin. The pulchritudinous phases of pain in astrological agony.
Stand, stand my sublime king so thou shalt see the height of my love for thee.
Listen, listen my charming prince so you shall hear my painting in every voice.
So you can feel the breathless bath of the present and the tickle in the tapestry of our voiceless vows, viciously channeled through the thighs of our bond and the sync of your seductive grasp.
So I can smell the wind of your hands slowly stroking my sensitive skin and the attention of my hairs saluting your stemless grasps.
My soul critically craves you my workshop and I your tools.
speech derailed
tipped off balance
a world in fragments
when loss follows its own narrative
secured to his hospital chair
the man
stroke weary
slumps, ungainly as reeds
she caresses his hands
dependent touching
poised intimacy
her words:
"I will love you always.
please say after me,
I will love you always."
her spoken meditation on love's loyalty
words that beg remembrance
he nods
wide eyed faith
caught in sunless seclusion
does he know love by looking at now?
in the white room
there are puzzles that fog the brain
that can't unravel clues
"Try
try
just once more"
splintered words
healable vows
"I will love you, all ways."
Poem composed April 9, 2023
I remember exactly the day we met
The most beautiful day of my life
I will never forget
Yet there is a question that still puzzles me
How can I go on living happily?
Not afraid of today but the day you left
As I watched you walk away, my heart melted as I wept
My chest ached as I lay in my empty bed
I must’ve cried so many times, the blood vessels burst in my head
My knees were so weak, and I couldn’t walk
My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t talk
My eyes burned like charcoal until the sockets dried
I was hurting deeply inside, I could’ve died
For love is so beautiful, with its blessed charms
How quickly it entrapped me, with its embracing arms
How sadly it turned deadly, until one person was harmed
I will never know why we were torn apart in my mind as well as my heart
However, at some point you cast me aside
The overflow of my emotions made me run and hide
I invested my time at a low-cost interest
I was shunned by someone so very selfish
Puppeteering my heart’s strings is what made you elfish
I promised you my love, then you deceived me
I wore my heart on my sleeve, and you still didn’t believe me
My love is so simple and pure I look to you for validation,
but I’m not received any more
All these months have been in vain
How can you smile while I go insane?
How can you give of yourself so freely and I still abstain?
How I want to express my anger, but I must refrain
I know in time I will love again
In a perfect world we could all be friends
I will cry no more and this is where the story ends
It really puzzles me when it comes to how
humans process and react to circumstances,
for instance, 300 girls are kidnapped by
lowlife cowardly terrorists, while the world
community sits back and says, " oh what a
shame". Well im sorry words of outrage do not
take action, people who care take action and
deliver on their words. Their is current
technology that can find these cowards and
expert soldiers highly trained for extraction
missions, and precision snipers who can kill
up to a mile away, yet bombings, kidnappings,
and threats from these cowards continues so
blatantly its like they are laughing at the rest
of the world. If i was a younger man i would
go myself and do what i could, but the
pounding of my hoofbeats for a sixty year old
man just wont cut it .
When is enough enough, when will people
rise up and quit voicing and start marching.
When Hitler tried to conquer Europe and
slaughter The Jewish nation the world
declared war on him. He was a terrorist. When
the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor the US
immediately declared war and took action.
Nobody wants a war but war is necessary
when you have tyrants and terrorists who
think they can have their way with no
consequences. Write your MP, your member
of Congress and tell them enough is enough.
Do nothing and things will continue as they
are. Rise Up!