Supplant Poems

I almost went to Florida
To visit with my aunt
Until the virus landed
And my plans it did supplant.

I almost got a chance to see
A Sarasota treat.
The Ringling exhibition
Would have made the trip complete.

I almost got to quilting class
To start on something...Read More

We all began somewhere
not our own
and not on our own.

All life began somewhere
within Earth's regenerative systems
not our own,
as did Earth
Her EcoSelf.

No one is autonomously entitled
to sustained ego-awareness,
much less self-promoting narcissism.

Earth began someplace
beyond His/Her own north v south,
west revolving east 
re-evolving...Read More

Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint...Read More

As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What an epic feeling is to...Read More

Cerebral Intelligence Empowered With...
Google Embedded Microchip™¡åßç

Nowadays...ah so passe routine top notch roboticized
brain surgery ushers, inoculates, begets... promising
immunity against pesky flagging and/or absent minded
precursor to dementia praecox, alzheimer's regarding
partial/total recall asper memory, said loss linkedin with
age related degeneration, or perchance suffering...Read More

IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVI

IF you pull that long-besieged face
Back and forth to Brussels in Brexit bob-sleigh
Deal or No-Deal backstop Customs excise nor phase 
EU patience and make jingle-bells rein deer neigh

If you pull that plucky...Read More

Does your mind ever
branch out onto imagination 
Or are you anchored
to someone else's
expectations?
Can you describe
being alive
without using 
biological
 terms
Life shouldn't
be allowed to dismantle
our dreams so easily
We should be able to
close our eyes
and birth trees
where skies hold our roots
and heaven gleans...Read More

Rudolph’s attempt to supplant Santa by bagging the old man ~ got caught.

12/13/2018
...Read More

Assailed and held prisoner in my bedroom, I fret
Wondering why mad blood seized my head
Inserting an undue threat
Concealed in the seal of the thread

Running through a bevy of thoughts
Silly at best, folly at worst
Waltzing in my bliss boats in tail...Read More

I’m sitting here, a place that
could be anywhere, and
moments linger, then slip by,
since time requires a past
to form the gift of now.

The future’s a reforming realm
towards which our nows must
daily race, for the sum of 
moments must not supplant our
destinies,...Read More

The impetuosity of inanities
Life spills, deals and fills
In tones and zones of vanities
Raised to a crescendo on hills and bills

On the beleaguered bottom
Society sinks into new perspectives
Derived from the atom
Devoid of subjective directives

Issued at the behest of power corridors
In lumps...Read More

L ost deep, the woods of tender age,

I feigned to quell my prurient rage ...

C aught amidst a gleam and glower,

K ept 'tween pages, pressed a flower.

E ach new and tragic love was meant

T o supplant that passion, abhorrent,

Y et...Read More

06/22/2017
by Mark Miller

Trapped within a self-absorbed scarred 
Feeling left behind stripped image astray 
By one's own disclosed empty box enraged 
Spiral reflection appears behind mirrors scatter dust
Supplant made drones doom the sector white house
Without names they shuffle past hoping for...Read More

Snowdrifts blow      caught in the mountain wind
shifting movements    in the currants bend
before them are     the days of summer fled
into the past    like former days now...Read More

You run a gauntlet of phoney feelings
fleeing callous and shallow relations.
And yet you’re willing to suffer heartaches
for love offers unrivaled temptations.

Your anguish hasn’t disillusioned you
for though it’s devastating it won't stay.
And time ultimately will change your mood
soliciting smiles as tears...Read More

Betrayal devastates your heart
although he swears he's not at fault.
And when the truth refutes his lies
your future plans grind to a halt.

Anger and sorrow supplant love
cutting the bonds trust created.
And replaced with indifference
 hope dies as you get frustrated.

His words...Read More

The thing I must do’s just the thing I can’t.
It’s my artistic nature, I suppose.
Impatient, volatile and – heaven knows –
disposed to overthrow, subvert, supplant,
less drawn to things that are than those that aren’t.
A deft, exquisite ode trumps plodding prose;
four...Read More

Our fate ends right here
Even there’s a solution
It won’t be supplant
Time to say farewell for good
I’ll treasure all the effort...Read More

Can memory destroy vision,
  if the tables turn

Can time surpass insight,
  as its distance churns

Can faith supplant reason,
  from its place on high

Can love be the fifth season,
—and our final goodbye

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) 
...Read More

Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother



My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.

As balm she soothes incurred...Read More

God is the cardinal creator
He is the generous giver
He can rise a dead to life, being the grantor
He can create a thing that existed never

He gave what you have
He knows whatever you know
Your deeds drive Him to decide what to...Read More

One World, One Love

O ver and over we dream of
N ever ending happiness with 
E ternal earthly peace and harmony

W ondrous as it may seem
O nly a short time remains
R elative to the indefinite past
L ove's power will supplant this
D...Read More

"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese" 

Some wine and cheese  

If you would please  

Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed  

Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as...Read More

If I could, I would write a love poem that never exist
But exist in the lost mind of the betrayal of love.
If I could, I would stop the movement of the clock,
If I could go to heaven to see God,...Read More

Creeping, crawling the time is calling,
night has come and the dark is falling.
Slinking, slithering the twilight moves,
as the squirming creatures hit their grooves.
Beneath the leaves the beetles advance,
while the worms break free to join the dance.
Their bodies swaying to and...Read More