Night inherits day's endless chitchat,
shares it with the starlit canopy
holding imagination thereat.
She is on the wrong side of normal,
as if she's a mental amputee
or lives on a lonely sea’s atoll.
She fancies she is a butterfly
or a flower-chasing bumblebee,
but I reckon she's a damselfly.
Let her frolic in her fantasy,
ever in that starlit apogee~
forever night's lovely adoptee!
POETRY IS A RECITED ART
as folk talk
&recite
they naturally
pause
after one breath..
thus gramatical symbols
are superfluous..
tradition calls
for capitals
at beginning of lines ..
but again spoils
the flow
as most will
unthinkingly
hesitate
...thereat
so also ' lines'
as such
are an irrelevance
in this open
context
.,without these things
each person
brings a uniqueness
to the poem..
much as
we all do
when looking at
a work art
or
touching
a tactile sculpture ..
a poem
is
or should be
similar
Troublesome Times
By: Miracle Man
8-2-2023
Today we are living in uncertain times,
and umpteen believe the end is nearing.
Daily we face an assortment of crimes,
and situations are rarely as appearing.
Many turn their heads and refuse to view,
opting to remain on the road most traveled.
Those whom we can trust are becoming few,
they want no part of the road untraveled.
But at each life’s end a judgment awaits,
where each knee bows and tongues confess.
The road we’ve traveled determines our fates,
and it’s then to late our choices to address.
The biggest lie the Devil ever told wasn’t that there was no God,
just that we have plenty of time.
Matthew 7:13-14 KJV
Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
The Narrow Way
By: Miracle Man
12/26/2020
At times, things that are closest to God’s heart,
are the farthermost thing from man’s mind.
Each man has a thorn that sets him apart,
while many accept Jesus, more have declined. *
*Matthew 7: 13-14 KJV
13Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: 14Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
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