My Scars
Haiku by Miracle Man
3/21/2023
My scars tell stories,
stories I never enjoy,
but I rehear them.
To step back in time unintentionally maybe a slip of
the heart and mind
But what of the heart's ability to borrow something from
it?
Then for the mind to bring it to the present by making
a true statement to your consciousness.
To see a picture, to remember a past event .and to
rehear the words
It is the ability and desire to borrow the past memories
of authentic love as a salve for current wounds.
Nurturing damaged soil for future growth.farmers
do.
They return it to a heathy state so it will be able to .
recieve seeds
Reminding it of past seasons of productive
and
. beautiful harvests..
delling it all is not liost forever but with dedication. hard
work and faith ilove can win.
A picture gift of the brain and a heart present of love
from the heart.
Dum -- -- -- Dum -- -- -- Dum -- -- --, the moonlight bell,
Beyond the city noise of cars I overhear the moonlight bell.
Warm fatherly advice and smell of fresh baked pies,
The sister's hug and even my first cries endear the moonlight bell.
Sweet childish kiss she gave with fear in her blue eyes,
And youthful sweets, retrieves in my forgotten ear, the moonlight bell.
Old roads between green plains and hills where grapevines rise,
They softly reappear whenever I rehear the moonlight bell.
The city tears in my brown eyes now advertise,
That where rock rolls and where it ends there I will hear the moonlight bell.
MISSING YOU
Feelings of missing you doesn't color a blue
instead it paints a hue of paradise view
Say a rainbow after rain bathing stargazers in my den
or autumn leaves golden brush as slowly they land
Thoughts of missing you sets my dreams to vast streams
It pleasures me much, hence, I hymn our united theme
My voice like the nightingale's it lured ears to stop and hear
tugging their heartstrings to come closer and rehear
Cool as the sea waves missing you is a ride in rolling tides
Partner duo in old or new chores, such is the daily stride
tall barriers broken as hearts and lips have spoken
Swollen supple from endearing oceans of motions
as day and night springs doors of infant tomorrows
No sorrows they pray can divide nor square them to zero
Blissful this mid blissful that, kisses aplenty within chats
true love flowered ahead to ripe red and never flat
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©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
5:32 pm, March 03, 2015
Once again Christmas Season draws near,
And our thoughts are fastened to the manger.
As the Christmas story you shall rehear,
Be ever thankful that Jesus is no stranger.
As we celebrate this day in late December,
It isn't all ribbons and trees with sparkly gloss.
Let none be too busy or hesitant to remember,
Jesus' birth was in preparation for the cross.
We pause from busyness that we pursue,
To direct to "Souper" friends for whom we care.
The warmest of greetings from us to you,
A Merry Christmas & Happy New Year.
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