Long Vesture Poems
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Another autumn past
dappled leaves pirouette upon the wind
spin upon the currents
where the rivers torrents round the bend
The blueberries foliage
take on their raspberry vesture
in explosions of color
to bestow joy in the seasons gesture
the glacial ice
encases the sprouts upon the ground
the gates of winter
fall on all that can be found
Spent my summer
with heartbeats under the waxing sun
upon the mountains trails
where the deer and raccoon’s run
When february comes
the croaks of mating frogs upon the pond
each seasons joy
to my memories will lay its bond
Spent too much time
upon the things man has designed
ever my heart rests
it’s gladness in what is nature’s find
I’ll visit gardens
each season to view what will bloom
I’ll take my pleasure
in what is furnished within it’s room
And in the forte night
where the moon tides wax and wane
I’ll seek the things
that the thoughts of man profane
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
March 29 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 9-12
Key Verse – 1Samuel 9:27 … Stand thou still a while, that I may shew thee the word of God.
FAITH IN GOD WHO SHOWS US HIS WORD
God shows us His Word for our instruction
While we learn to stand with discretion
Upon our faith’s Scriptural circumspection
That keeps us following His wise direction.
God shows us His Word for service-effectiveness
While we work against slothfulness
Upon our faith’s diligent steadfastness
That moves us toward ministry-productiveness.
God shows us His Word for our help against struggle
While we come to His throne for prayer-snuggle
Upon our faith’s strong grip despite need-wiggle
That allows us for praise with thanksgiving bugle.
God shows us His Word for our selfishness-smiting
While we humble down toward carnality-melting
Upon our faith’s full reliance in Him midst divine meeting
That propels us to honour Him, His name exalting.
God shows us His Word for our guide
While we obey His statutes that conquer our pride
Upon our faith’s courageous conviction to stay on His side
That drives us for submission while in His will we abide.
God shows us His Word for our righteous posture
While we wear standards of holiness-vesture
Upon our faith’s sincere worship against hypocrisy’s torture
That encloses us around His fellowship with love’s gesture.
God shows us His Word for our heavenly achievement
While we apply His principles with commitment
Upon our faith’s earnest devotion for discipleship-involvement
That empowers us toward His kingdom advancement.
March 29, 2025
—An Astronomy of What Love Leaves Behind—
There are nights when heaven dons
its argent hush, and all the stars seem less
to glitter than to keep their elder watch
over the fathomless remainder of the world.
A train goes through the fields. One window
briefly ensnares a face—then yields it back
to night.
Yet nothing yields back what it has touched.
A word may enter blood.
A kindness, long after its utterance,
may burgeon in another's darkest hour.
A father's voice, long since surrendered
to silence, may haunt the cadence
of a daughter's speech.
Thus absence is no vacancy.
It is continuance
wearing the vesture of loss.
The dead do not ascend.
They permeate.
They pass beneath the common skin of things
like telluric fire beneath a winter field,
altering what they nevermore can touch.
What love once enters, time cannot expel;
It makes the soul the place where causes dwell.
And far above, the stars—
those sepulchral reliquaries of flame—
still pour their antique splendour down
long after their furnaces are ash.
What strange celestial jurisprudence:
that light should outlive its begetter,
that tenderness should outlive the hand,
that one mortal life should leave its impress
upon a life it shall never behold?
Then, between two stars, the darkness opens—
not as a wound,
but as an iris
for which creation has forgotten the colour.
For one breath, the void grows lucent.
I look away.
Some immensities become profaned
the moment language lays its hand upon them.
And I understand—though understanding fails me—
we are not preserved by remembrance.
We are preserved by alteration.
Whatever has entered another soul
has crossed beyond the sovereignty of return;
it cannot be restored to what it was
before the crossing.
I thought the stars preserved the dead in light;
They showed me how the living make them bright.
The stars may perish into their own abyss.
The dead may relinquish every name.
But what has once entered another life
becomes an irrevocable syllable
in the grammar of its becoming—
and what has altered the living
cannot be made unborn.
With contempt men gaze upon me,
disregarded, as a worm below their tread,
but You, O Lord have skillfully formed me
to be poured like wine, broken like bread.
This Carpenter's hands and sojourning feet
are nailed like objects upon a plank.
My back men scourged to appear as ground meat.
My face they spit upon; my beard they yank.
I am led as a sheep shorn with silence.
Anguish seethes like blood from my open chest
as I humbly absorb mankind's violence.
In You, My Comforter, I find no rest.
Once intimate, now Your face is turned
from the world's presence of sin I bear.
Your grace shown to strangers, from me is spurned,
showcasing your wrath while they scoff and stare.
These beasts charge at me with their forceful teeth,
just as bulls encompassing for the kill.
Demons taunt from above me and beneath,
thirsty for every drop of blood I spill.
Out of joint, I can count all of my bones.
My tender, pure heart melts downward like wax.
With no ease of relief in muffled groans,
my strength becomes dried like pottery cracks.
My tongue clings tightly to my jaws from thirst,
oh, Maker of love and eternity.
With my power laid down, men do their worst.
Why, oh why, God, have you forsaken me?!
My covering was torn and I am bare.
Men cast lots upon my stolen vesture.
Stripped of all but love, I reach out in prayer,
but receive not a comforting gesture.
In hateful tones men utter defiance
and I'm made to become a mockery.
Your past banner waves of deliverance.
Lord, will You not also deliver me?
Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Change their hearts to receive forgiving peace.
For You have power to make all things new.
Let mankind's vileness by mercy cease.
Inspiration: Psalm 22
1/18/2021
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love;
the pounding of drums as your name lingers
on mine own lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.
most wonders touch swirl round mine own fingers
yearning the music, I choose not to lose.
how many times did I gaze on thy face?
in mine own daydreams? When spent sun was fiercer;
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
before then night lapse in dank vesture of lace
mine wane smile died, with memories dear sir.
brush flitter, round musical full score.
ivory fingers purposeless upon
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
my ebony frame, asking for much more,
sweet release, mine demise, a distant yawn.
now I still steal, moments taking pleasure,
devouring the air that waltz around me,
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
wisp of earth fragrant charm I treasure,
staring at the heaven it uses to be
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
5/14/2021
'Say It Again' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Be drift the moon across cloudless sky
to shine it's light upon the cloudy I
beneath her gaze my darkened days
where time has slowed and doesn't quickly fly
And crowded are the days in lonely thought
considering those I know untimely bought
thoughts take course in their own remorse
upon those which time and chance has caught
But spendthrift my joy within this time
recalling laughter spent I bring to mind
like vesture wear the things we'ad share
that in the future will be left behind
Stretch forth my hand to things from past
and forward move beyond dies cast
remembering the years forgetting all the tears
throwing fears away with courage to standfast
Bring back the soft happiness on the morrow
and take away the grey grief and sorrow
work me a happy tune play melodious soon
for the joys tween times of grief we borrow
source human expierences
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
In the quiet breath of a distant star,
Across the night, where the moon falls
Murmuring hope to the heavens, afar
Gentling the music as Autumn softly calls
Baffled by the mysteries of a leaf’s descent,
Blessings poured from limbs with each gesture
Falling leaves, dancing with the heart’s consent
Needless to say, they’ve been the oak’s vesture
Whatever comes, the stars still know the night
With wisdom of this forest, temperature dips
Stilling the sentiments of morning’s beautiful light
As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips
Grumbling tears fall to remind me how I know
The warmth of September, October, my soul
It is the harbinger of winter, such a lovely show
Leaves alive with all the colors, gentle and whole
Rhythms of light, broken by the dropping leaves
It’s like a prayer, unspoken but still agreeing
Whatever comes, this is the praise that believes
When God created Autumn, He was surely foreseeing
What our hearts would need, at the end of Summer
A beautiful tour of a forest, with beauty galore
Dancing leaves and harvest themes, as this newcomer
Beckons with her gentle faith, on wings to adore
Wherever the gentle ache of our summer’s end
There is the caress of this new season
When light spills from the moon like a friend
Revealing all the wonder, autumn’s reason
Charming melodies in richest burgundy and gold,
Unfolding through the woods, such a show
Revealing to the wind – our hearts are sold
Bought by the joy of tenderness, all aglow
Warmed by the touch of a friendly gust
Curving through the spirit, coloring each hope
Meandering through hearts, good and just
Saved by our Creator, who helps us to cope
While I don’t always see beyond the beauty
This is not a season for ignoring His pen
Author of this story, but it isn’t autumn’s duty
To remind our hearts to pray and say amen
Because autumn’s note to this old, dark earth
Is a letter of gentle leaves who reassure,
Telling us that we should realize His worth
And sing our praises to God, who’s love will endure.
A Secret is a Secret — still —
Though whispered — into Air —
It learns the Art of Silence —
And keeps its Vesture — fair —
It walks beside the Centuries —
Unnoticed — by the Sun —
Nor Time — nor Truth — can beckon it
When once its Oath — is done —
It sleeps within the Human Heart —
A Seed no Hand can claim —
Too sacred — for the Voice of Day —
Too shy — to answer Name —
Confession knocks — but enters not —
Repentance — waits outside —
For Secrets choose their own Abode —
And there — they bide — and bide —
So hush — the Thought that trembles so —
And let it safely be —
A Secret is a Secret — kept
For all — Eternity —
Thunder the poor plagued,
the tread thread barest.
Thunder the crow black priests
beaks clattering, hands anointed
with broken oaths.
Thunder also the mean streets
and all the mean sisters of hope forgot.
Thunder under a seashell dark,
for a flea picked residue
is the image of love,
God bedecked in the vesture of the ragged,
a derelict in a derelict park.
Thunder in the unmade bed
where sweat exhausts an arid skin.
Thunder all headless silences
That hammer hard upon the breast.
Thunder the naked man
under the coffin lid of this moment
and the next. Thunder until words
riddle and warp, being all things left
after the clap and roar.
Triumphant to mature with growth-delight
Let’s pursue against selfish nature-blight…
Vanquishing greed midst arrogant culture’s height
Let’s care and share as we feature kindness’ sprite…
Steadfast upon truth-posture midst mercy-filled light
Let’s show compassionate gesture along sharing flight…
While basking in well-being’s nurture against ailment fright
Let’s smite frustration’s torture by engaging in meaningful fight…
Enjoying good lecture about nutritious bite
Let’s feast on diet’s riches that picture triumphant sight…
Keeping on along faith’s venture of prayerful might
Let’s glow with love-brightened stature day and night…
HopefuI for transformation with renewed vesture to do right
Let’s thank God*, our life’s Source, being His divine creature, heavenly bright.
* In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
July 1, 2026
1st place, "Ambition Or Hope" Monorhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/15/2026.