Miraculously Poems

Ways of providence

There will surely be a guide ~
charting my path,
protecting, 
and leading me
to my destined destination in life. 
As if it were a promised payment
God made to me from heaven.

A visible hand
tucked out from an invisible tucker,
In a canoe on a river ~ 
gently rowing me along its flow.

Many near-deaths averted,
Many of life's debts miraculously paid,
many stale breaths,
yet never for a moment ceased.
All threats to my existence –
God canceled them,
sometimes with my sweat,
other times with just a little fret.

Yet still, I never got my feet wet or smelly,
even when I trudged through the sludge
left behind by life's avarice;
not a faint trace of the caprice 
that clouds my destined destination. 

There has to be only one explanation ~
providence,
not merely serendipity,
For I can see the hands of the I Am That I Am,
whispering their ubiquity,
through a tiny voice –
often feeble, yet ably affable,
I am cognisant of its presence,
especially when I disobey its warnings.
All these are never through kismet or fortuity ~
they are simply the ways of providence.
Case closed.

Time Wash

Memories can feel like bodily extensions 
Memories can haunt the very oxygen I breath
Memories carried around like a boat anchor
Memories that felt heavier than the present
Memories that gripped my slumber’s steering wheel

Memories that miraculously became ossified
Memories which mysteriously sunk into the ocean
Memories when grown transfer into learnings 
Memories buried in the wavering wash of time
Memories buried with time’s ceremony

Monorhyme Because they Make me Fresh

The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry

A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry

Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry

The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee

I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.

New dreams

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Waiting for your wishes on gossamer wings,
To come miraculously true.
Waiting to find a petunia that sings,
Will only disappoint you.
Turn your hopes to what life brings,
And dream those dreams anew.

Pretty Paradox

We are two flames,
Colliding and clashing,
Eroding our names,
Each other, slashing. 

Merging miraculously,
In some eternal timeline,
Vowing velvety love variously,
Flowing and floating as fine as wine. 

My hand longs your hand,
Our hands meet and then
We turn into slipping sand,
A poem by a perpetual pen. 

My hands are cold,
Struggling to keep hold,
Your hands are burning,
Holding and yearning. 

My eyes, as silent as cold night,
Yours are loud and alight. 
"What are we?" Asked thee,
"Pretty paradox, you and me"
Said I, ridiculously.

You, it's you, I admire thy worth,
Prettier than ethereal earth,
Beauty reaches its zenith
When men are in love,
Shinier than the stars above, 

Alluring are the men in love,
Dreamier than a divine dove. 
Appealing than ardent Adonis,
Men in love are a beguiling bliss.

Bewitching beauty that makes
Coy even the luminous lakes.
Swains, beauteous boon,
Ravishing than the beaver moon.

Love is a Phoenix

Love is a phoenix,
Barbarously burning,
Longing and yearning,
Mysterious mystics. 

To love is to die
And rise once more 
From the ashes to sing the lore
Of love, until the blood gets dry. 

Love is velvety and richly red,
Its silky stains stay sincere,
Tragic turmoil it may appear,
Miraculously Maroon love's words bled 
Just like the wings that phoenix shed. 

Love is moral and immoral,
It is autumnal and floral,
It is right and it is wrong,
As sweet as a phoenix song. 

Flames of love are so sacred,
Smouldering and smoking,
Until its victims are utterly choking,
Isn't it enriched and intoxicated!

Love is a phoenix, 
Beautiful and basking,
Only giving and never asking.

the original source of my pain and suffering

space is where i stare into
a throbbing headache seems to be what is on the menu
i am lying to the best thing that has ever happened to me
all because my extreme inner fear became my bully

i guess i was in God's Good Graces at a particular moment
i got away with a lie that could have been devastating
miraculously i have a chance to save face completely straight, though bent
the lesson being taught by leaps and bounds was definitely hesitating

eyesight lost each day
hearing following right behind
coming clean is in the form of paid bills and importantly paid rent
i conquered my greatest bully....once again at the expense of ME

When This Tent Is Folded

When this body, a shoddy tent,
Is folded and tucked away,
Of no more use, it’s value spent,
Only memories left as communique.

What remarkable gifts did it leave?
Did it accomplish any good?
Will it be known just for its ease,
Or did it do everything it could?

Was it an intense and shining light,
That helped others upon the Path,
Showing passage in the night,
To escape the world’s evil wrath?

Will it be known for moral integrity,
Compassion and solace to those in need?
How many in the sea of community
Will know any of its worthy deeds?

Did it stand against the storms,
Braving opposition that souls be served?
When flooded by nefarious norms,
Did it miraculously stronger emerge?

Time Always Goes

Sometimes on Discovery TV, 
there's time-lapse to teach and dazzle us.
We might see that naked jay (before he's turned to blue)
in just mere moments transforming!
He masquerades in feathers and quickly grows. 
Maybe we will witness the feeble endeavors
which finally propel him into flight; 
as the camera follows him, he goes. . . 

On some enchanted tropic isle
is the species of a tree
that some of us have never seen.  
The camera's eye might focus
on a random bud among its glossy leaves.  
Soon it blossoms pink petals 
and if we watch some more, 
perhaps we'll see the purple of its star apple emerging.  
Then we'll see it grow,
and if left not plucked, shrivel up and go. . . 

We are but mere ions
in the spectrum of a universe 
we've entered through a magic door.  
Miraculously born, we grow.  
But at first it all seems so slow. . . 
Then one day we try our wings.  
Some of us may soar. 
Others, like an apple never tried, will fall. 
But all of us will look back before we go,
and we'll think how much it seemed a dream.  
Time always goes. . . .
and then 
we're 
gone.

The Fine Art of Keeping Distance

Into the deep- green hearted forest
far removed from man's raucous tangle
the many tacky hues of self-centeredness.
There's only herbivores and carnivores
doing their thing in primal time harmony.
Nesters weave the incoherence together
Miraculously everything is spaced out evenly
I'm given a wide berth and tolerated to a degree. 

Even the gray silence keeps its distance from me.

To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free

To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---

After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw, 
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore. 
9:14 PM
9-2-2024

God the Father is Able

God answers miraculously, and powerfully!
Suddenly, inexplicably, amazingly
God the Father is able beyond all measure
God gave us the Kingdom of God
Before the foundations of the world!
God is able because we are His Workmanship and 
We were prepared beforehand for good works for His Glory!

God the Father is our Source
God is able
His Grace is Sufficient and 
His Love is Supreme!

We have His Power working in us
God is the One we can Trust and 
We can have boldness and confidence 
Through Faith in Christ Jesus

God the Father is Able 
He can do that which must be DONE

The Rain is a Melody

Tune by tune -The rain splashes
Splash after splash trickling down
The puffiness in the clouds the darken
With tranquility becoming me
I hear it's consistency and I see it
The raindrops everlasting in my mind
Brilliantly it's like a Melody
And it's signing a tune in my head
And the rain it challenges me instead
With the breathtaking beautiful sunny skies
Inspiring me and thus soon in time
They flood my id and thoughts
And I am truly loving inspiration
Of the conspiracy of our God
I see the beauty within and I reckon
This will be the day new born
I am knowing in my heart adoration
That as the earth miraculously nourishes
My beauteous garden will then grow
And with Gods national wonders
Bewildered - I then got to know
That as the rain dances like a tune
The flowers enhances boldly to the eye
And this rainy day , coming from our sky
I say blooms with personality
So the buds singing prominently in the rain
Against the silent window pane
And thus this beautiful reflection
Sings a tune , tune by tune ,my way
Bursting the beauty of a flower
With God the rain and it's power
What a beautiful song today.....

Pearl

Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.

Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant

I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.

Nothing moves

Nothing moves..

In movement there

Are starts and finishes

Births and deaths

Assumed separation..

With no separation

Movement which never 

Was..miraculously 

Appears as movement...

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