Line of inquiry:
truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in our bones
in time dissolved meditation
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the forest’s trees, though asleep, at twilight
they silently seek the stars who softly weep
glorious oaks with their gentle leaves so bright
laugh and tell tales of the mountains so steep
in the forest I glimpse a fanciful tune
written by the moss, the pines and the stones
hesitant winds lift the birds as they croon
against lazy shadows the river condones
at the edge of the world, where the pines sigh
there is a wonder unheard – still that abides
flying through the night, across a black sky
glad to know the grace that only love provides
midst the wildflowers, dancing in the fields
grows a melody so clear it cheers the soul
autumn’s breath defies the shower who yields
gifting forest’s captive with certain parole
in the light of still, unmoving musings
soars the ancient belief of those lost in praise
when the night falls, hearts collect their losings
glowing on the night is love that never strays
Categories:
losings, appreciation, faith, inspirational, light,
Form: Rhyme
Happy Mothers Day Shirlene
Written: by Miracle Man
5/8/2023
Who Is Shirlene our friends often query,
a woman we’ve adopted, who feels like kin.
Also a woman who’s always been our dearie,
never seen as pretentious, she needs no spin.
She entered our lives many years ago,
and since that time has captured our hearts.
She is special and we want her to know,
when it comes to friends she tops the charts.
Was she a perfect mother? Probably no,
but from what we saw, she always did her best.
She loved her children and let it show,
most days ended finding her stressed.
We pray this day you’ve no sad musings,
enjoy your day with the love of your journey.
Remember your wins and not your losings,
and squeeze in a prayer for old T. & Ernie.
We Love Our unofficially adopted Daughter.
Categories:
losings, mothers day,
Form: Quatrain
Illahee. Awenasa, Mahkah.
The lesson Momma taught me
(which momma never taught me)
was -
No, is.
To not be angry.
To endure your pain.
To let be as things be.
To not multiply your pain
by fletching and loosing blame.
Bend the bow into a bow,
offer connection.
Seeing.
Welcoming.
The lesson Momma taught me
(which momma never taught me)
was -
Notice.
Endure the theft of self by other.
Endure ignorant and ignoring.
Endure the losings of the way.
Support it all.
Support it all.
Offer flowers where you can.
Feed the trees.
Carry the herd.
Invite the flock.
Wait with the stones.
One day one will listen.
One day one will see.
Will that one be one being?
One culture?
One day?
One may one day One.
Endure.
Support.
Offer, Feed, Carry, Invite...
Wait.
The lesson Momma taught me.
Wordlessly.
Unceasingly.
Inerrantly.
(Which Momma never taught me, ‘cuz Momma doesn’t do.)
Know this.
To earn, to see, to receive these the lessons.
Is on us.
Our active offering to the Great Receptive.
Listen. Love. Learn.
One may one day One.
One day no one will have won.
One may one day One.
Listen. Love. Learn.
Categories:
losings, earth, environment, native american,
Form: Free verse
I can, at last, begin to see
why Trump reminds himself, assiduously,
of Republican Party CoFounder Lincoln.
He believes, as did Lincoln,
it is our time to redress
winnings v. White male supremacy over slavery,
and women,
and children,
and Earth Herself,
and xenophobic racist losings
of the U.S. Civil War.
Except, one critical difference,
While Trump fuels patriotic investment
where Red States once were hate and fear exhausted,
Lincoln sided Republicans
and all his other multi-party Cabinet,
with defining patriotism
by where Blue States
are climates of health and freedom
now growing,
if the Red States would just join with us
in moving on toward
our multiculturally polypathic cooperative rewards,
the spoils of UnCivil Wars long gone.
It seems likely
Lincoln's Republican remains
are turning black and bluer
in his green-grassed grave.
Categories:
losings, health, history, patriotic, racism,
Form: Political Verse
As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losings appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small
~ indictment at its worst, in all.
Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel,
God's willing servant, not enthrall
of self-love, hindering with its spell
and then to you, some hope install ~
As grace gives bearing ~ give console!
Categories:
losings, faith,
Form: Rhyme