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You were born to be a filigreed crown
to soar like the swift never touch ground
but they gave you labels suiting their thought
words sharpened like knives in which you were caught
Spoken words in unisons cacophony
untouchable not decent not fit for family
oh the old wounds and their residual pain
I just want to see you soaring again
The others hated you without any word
their actions spoke louder than expressions heard
unworthy to speak to or even be seen
to be hidden from others aspersions as mean
How on earth could you possibly shine
when you felt their ridicule locked forever in time
I watched you dry up before my own eyes
in the heat of the ire the flame of despised
Like an animal branded wearing its mark
cast out like our Lord flung from the park
on rocks were you broken too limp to hold
to crawl and to cower where reception is cold
The unthinking know not the powers of word
wrestle not with ideas conceptions they've learned
who never consider that our mouths are the flame
that torture the sensitive stab them with pain
How long does it take for a heart to die
too scarred to ask questions or the wondering why
a planet of suffering the agony of breath
like those barely living and too slow is death
Where you can hold stars and dance in the day
to sing of life's joy partake in its sway
be moved by its chords like crescendo of song
to be not cast down like everything's wrong
The scar like a keloid to thick to peel
weather beaten hard shielded like steel
Walls like a fortress the place you reside
away from misfortune the dark place you hide
Listen my Love my words are for you
I know where you shine I've seen them accrue
If I thoughtless hurt you please let me know
I'm only a student molded like dough
Break out beloved create something new
polish your character bid cruelty adieu
set your sights high seek always insight
let love be your leader in words that delight
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
I take another bite of sweet pumpkin pie
Wondering why I deprive myself of her company
Most of the year, only allowing her to grace my mouth
on Thanksgiving week.
You can take the rest of it home, our host offers.
Seeing how totally enamored I am with her.
I put aluminum foil lovingly around her top
Begrudging my four-year-old cousin’s plea
“I want to taste pumpkin.”
He does not like it, of course,
so his unthinking mother throws it away.
I dig it out of the trash seconds later.
Tiny bite marks will not stop me from
devouring this piece in my dorm room.
Grandma gives me a thumbs up
as I leave to go back to college.
Next year I will make another one
just for you, she says.
Words
Words, this life, knows no stronger force
These fragments with such ease we wield
Even love, they will steer off its course
And fell the high and mighty in the field
Unthinking we may use one by mistake
Throw out the smallest humble negative
Not realising how that one may grate
And find a heart unwilling to forgive
At times we twist them to our greatest gain
How simple is the art; Manipulate
With disregard for whom they may cause pain
With no concern for chaos they create
A means that has no other parallel
To take us to the plain of joy
Or plunge us into blackest hell
Unequalled is their power to destroy
We use them each, to communicate
To both confound and un-confuse
On their answers, we must ever wait
Whilst in reply, decide, which ones to choose
And on that throw of dice, win or lose
R D Seal 13 April 2013
Walking on the varied levels of sand
I stood on the edge unthinking of consequence
It gave way
No one more surprised than me
Oh yes, true thing learned:
The edge is unstable
The footing unsure
In my youth what did I care...I did not stand
I dove off the edge
and the water buffered me
fate was kind to me
Over and over and over
I was too lucky
Now the edge is a very wary place
Each foot step is measured... calculated
The stairs are to be respected
...deep reverence paid at the top
Almost holy thanks ......at the bottom
A hill is something to be approached with concentration
No running or "are you serious?" Rolling down it?
Rocks were skipping stones upon which I showed him my carefree love
of life...daringly striding ...leaping...flinging my self out to sea
Now
Each angle is measured, each curve assessed
Each variation in height and level reviewed...before the step
As it is with rocks and steps so too it is now with me and men
15 invitations of marriage ...how could it be?
I live alone
Afraid of the steps
different levels of ground
the unforgiving
giving way of what one wishes to trust
The relentlessly untrustworthy
The beauty of my integrity and I live alone
Joy is my waking up and my going to bed
My toast and my coffee
Joy is my bed fellow and joy is my best friend
The ground may be uneven but my life has found its stride
The shabby hotel rooms were dank and dour
An indigent family blinked in the dark
Too dull to see much at this wake-up hour
The man of the family has such a bark.
A new baby! How marvelous! An unthinking person said.
But a new child in this family was just another to be fed
We don’t need another mouth, mama unkindly thought
The others seven children knew to do what they ought
In these rooms, seven children tried their best to please
They welcomed the tiniest bit of a summer breeze
No air conditioning for this family of ten.
Every day was a day of labor, once and again.
They did their share, and they kept the baby clean.
He was a sweet boy, but enthusiasm did pale.
They had not needed another; it might sound mean.
But this baby was an extra to feed and had such a wail!
i was a frog who wanted to be king
until i realized i couldn't even sing
a songbird shrilled
"you're only a croaker out of tune"
still i stood on my stump with a tortured smile
croaking my heart out all the while
i dreamed of being a stand-up crooner
a swamp-side sinatra maybe a little sooner
the crickets laughed
the herons one-legged stared
every fragile dream i swallowed
sat inside me
broken and unprepared
the wart-filled toad spat from his lily pad
"you’re stretching your skin boy
settle into the scum"
i carried an empty pond inside
where a thousand thorny dreams went to die
the audience left
the moon went home
a cold blue screen spit its light onto the scum
unthinking
no one returned my croak
i died a little every time i tried
my face looked back from the pond
mud-covered
wart-covered
ugly
my reflection looked away
all it could do was cry
today the water settled
the mud claimed the surface
when i looked down
there wasn’t even a frog
left to die
I am so far removed from the under-30.
'Dame the torpedoes; full speed ahead'.
No rearview mirror; no looking back.
Overly ambitious; overwhelming determination.
Indeed, true confession is good for the soul.
I regret the hurt that I must have caused.
But we often forget such until we are old.
I can't believe the riskiness and the daring.
Although honest, sincere, and hiding nothing,
I took matters into my own hands, never considering
that such authority was never placed in my hands.
I can't believe the 'unthinking of me', and presently,
it's hard to fathom the blatancy and youthful foolishness
that I once deemed as Christian faith. I have sighed over
my early days of blindness, thanking God for His Favor and
Grace. I am forever grateful to those who tolerated me.
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I long to see you become forever well
filled with life and happiness that from which we fell
I love you for the character things in you I see
the unpolished gems you contain your inner quality
I see your desire and searching to be loved
your tenderness to the prison there what you dream of
I've considered the places where your mind does dwell
the heights you have aspired but far from them fell
I see into your inner core not just upon your face
the mind residing in you that your soul encase
I love that you know you can count me a friend
and your confidences I'll keep until our end
I know those places where the hurting went
with childhood abuses were treated with contempt
I know how criticism did with anguish fill
and how the remains are in there living still
I have seen you alone crying in the night
with no one there to say it will be alright
you put on a brave front as we all display
but despair rides your soul each and every day
And there did I see beauty that lives you within
the part you have protected from violence of men
from the words and deeds from their actions cruel
dispensed by those ignorant the unthinking fool
But I am only human can only see a little part
the results of mankind's thoughtlessness effects upon your heart
so little comfort can I impart that effectively touches you
until the Son of God his love on earth will do
Just know you will always be within my thought
though not there present you're in my mind allot
I'll look forward till next I see you and look upon your face
wrap my arms around you hold you in my embrace
Know that your sorrow Gods intends desist
through the only Kingdom these governments resist
those who hurt others will become restrained
until the hearts of men can become retrained
These are the promises that through Christ will come
that which resides in heaven his will on earth be done
and not another soul will ever hurt your heart
for Gods promise is that Love will never you depart
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
How does one define the word love
There are many degrees to this passion
There's love of a job, a love of a sport
Even love of an exciting new fashion
The way I describe love is very simple
It's the feeling of hearts intertwined
The bonding of souls in loving harmony
There's nothing like love in it's prime
Forever, love's been the driving force
The reason why wars have been fought
Rational thinking doesn't come into play
Levelheadedness isn't given a thought
It's gung-ho ahead, straight for the prize
Enthusiastic, eager and unthinking
All else is secondary occupying our minds
Tight in love's grasp we start sinking
There's no hope now, it's much too late
You've succumbed to that age old game
Of chasing her till she captures you
For centuries the game's been the same
© Jack Ellison 2014
A banjo is playing in the bodega.
A door proclaims its ding and dong
voltaic birds bounce to its tintinnabulum,
flickers of auricular featherings
wipe shelves of a million years of dust.
The banjo is at prayer and you are there
as you peal with its cadence and quiver.
The bodhisattva
they that dynamo the sonic tides,
the waves,
air waves, sounding and soundless,
who sparkle
in the high deep heavens
and in the low wallows
where ankles are the muddy roots
of wind chimes and cow bells.
Sounds unleashing
the knelling thunder of peace.
Alabaster hands poised in mid-air
signaling an elemental perfection.
The kinetics of gesture and stillness,
as doors open their choiring mouths,
as banjos mimic the sounds
of all practicing avatars,
and we hearing
only the ding yet missing the dong
unthinking un-ring Gods temple gong.