Always To The Point
Miracle Man
4/6/2024
My tendency, is to be a loner,
my comfort zone, the bottom of a rut.
But when others have need I’m a donor,
I’m rough on the edges, a stone uncut!
I show no fear, when I'm speaking my mind,
and I’m too plain spoken, so I’ve been told.
Sometimes, boldness may seem to be unkind,
I won't be one to have my speech controlled.
You’ll never leave wondering what I just said.
Tom
To be crystal clear and direct,
Without shady shadowy effect.
Straightforwardly, Unmistakably sound,
Plain-speaking plain-spoken profound.
Candid, Frank, Direct, Upfront,
Incorruptible and Blunt.
Honourable, Decent, Moral and Just,
To be someone whom others trust.
Blameless, Credible, Real and Sincere,
Righteous, Honest there and here.
Moral, pure, legit and true,
Authentic in the things you do.
Modesty prevails
Adoration upscales
Contentment from this jolly mirth;
Quality of human worth.
The truth, the indisputable truth
Will always be a force too sleuth.
some men chant atop mountain tops
while others prowl the garden and hiss
some spin prayer flags to cool the soul
others smile as roses but are venomous
some men live for the sake of others
some only live to pleasure the self
some men suffer for heavens sake
some wither in the deepest pit of hell
plain spoken men often harbor honesty
flamboyance at times covers ill intent
men in castles tend to be quite restless
others can find peace in a shanty or tent
one hides his faults and short cummings
while mocking and trampling the others
the humble gain strength in forgiveness
and lend a heart to a fallen brother
Concentric ripples form as I skip rocks in the twilight
As I ponder plain spoken words that became recondite
I detect notes of Frangipani as a sultry sylph speaks
I break bread in ancestral lands in awe at the mystique
Soon, a great avian menagerie gathers all around
Mockingbirds mimic the mage's mellifluous sounds
The luscious beauty's words go from pellucid to obscure
I sit diffident yet dissolute while gazing at the demure
The vermilion bird flies around looking for a perch to choose
Withholding its succor until it finds the right muse to infuse
I speak to you in parables
In this idiomatic riddle filled way
Because I fear the blunt effect
Of being plain spoken
I saw the rainbow and the sun
In the words they uttered
I felt the hot breath of certainty
In the rise of the collective sigh
I sensed the rich aroma of promise
In the feasts of their colorful fiesta
I saw you fall for the poetry
In the juxta-positioning of words
In the lyrical simplicity of their promise
In the elegant catch phrases of victory
The swift ascent of their ambitions
Caught in the undergarments of our shame
Embarrassed by the exposure
You chose to wait and wait
And you sang and sang
Laughed the bitter ironic laughter
Composed elegy and dirge
Prepared for the next upheaval
He refers to himself in the third person,
knows life with no margins or banks,
nor tides, or mention of the day he departed.
it was a day like no other.
They waited a long time and thought about Venice,
and the quiet stars,
welcoming the will and words.
Find a place to go, like a garden or some amazing place beyond any dispute, beyond confusion embraced,
then look what we got,
a black blot,
screaming uncertainty.
That point of departure; abandoning, squandering all the days and nights of drenched lost meaning.
He hadn't belonged for decades, and still no one believed or understood, even the plain spoken, who could?
That's what we're talking about.