Short Miry Poems

MIRY FIELDS of gold

entwining thread lingering....

a soulful wind roams...

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Look at me with your heart
and not with your teary eyes
See beyond my miry old cover
Deeper depths hold purer gold...

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aqua miry-view
on a sail boat fishing
catfish, crappies swim

8/13/18
©2018

For Water Themed Haiku Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin |...

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So let dust sleep
For it was all we were before the flame
Had brazen a pot for the potter's fame
Held together rivets of dream
Nothing left now, mere form 
For the feeding of miry worm
And the memory bright with esteem
And these too shall past
Like a drip in the vast
Domain of clay
From stars to the roots of hay
So let dust sleep...

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This miry clay of sin
Keeps pulling me within
Lord, lift me up, I pray
Help me to faithful stay

Temptations surround me
Help me to ever flee
Oh Lord! At times, it's tough
But Your grace is enough

Lord, hear my humble cry
Set me on that Rock High
Forgive my erring soul
Just You can make me whole


05.20.2021
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Man's fall in the garden,
naked and afraid,
hiding from the beast inside.
Entangled within the vine,
yet you still roam free,
no end to the self destructive force inside of me.
Separated and cut off,
in the miry clay you lay.
Created in perfection,
made to rule but you rule not.
You find yourself undone,
self inflicted wound,
from the cradle to the tomb.
Paradise lost....

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Though quickstep I,
O'er the miry field.
Where thousands alike,
Have trod before.
There's one who discerns,
The tracks I yield.
And for each soul,
Those tracks that remain in store.

On 9-11 past, tracks ceased,
As many succumbed to eternal sleep.
Carnage, came as brimstone,
From early morning's falling sky.
Through wetted eye,
Man weighs the deep.
Incapable of comprehending,
The reason why?...

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ONLY HE

in the miry clay
when we fall,
only God our saviour strong,
is the call,
in helping you
the prodigal child,
in lifting you above
all toils and strife
that can be rife,
in every day,
and every way,
and only he
leads you strong,
when you feel wrong,
so in the miry clay,
when we fall 
only God is the call,
in lifting us beyond
all toils and strife.

Francis Cooper – Mac © 08-Jun-20...

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Creeping and crawling through the miry bog
Disguising itself through the thick swampy fog
The creature it stalks its unfortunate prey
So it can gnaw on their bones all night and all day
Many a traveler has the creature devoured
Feasting on them as they laid down and cowered
The creatures relentless in its desire for blood
As it overtakes you like an oncoming flood
If you do travel go round the way for if you enter 
You’ll end up its prey....

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Lost I am in this labyrinth of desire
entangled and strangled this life couldn't be more dire

Pretention's all I see through this gloomy light
the wind's too blown my soul into a plight

Dispirited I creep along this miry winding lane
to find a way out of this stinging weeds of pain

Pushing against a squall of gall I shove
to have a glance of that cherished love

Tender my heart though, inside hopes still burgeon
will there be a day when I saunter in the rosy dawn...

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