I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
Like a peony, your beauty willingly unfolds so naturally plain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
You heal my wounds; the ones that no one else knows
Written for you with hearts; bright red as blood in a vein
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
As chain lightning brings devastating storms to a close
You are the scent of loves white clouds; that freshly made rain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
Such a magnificent being you are; scarring off all my crow's
Sadness of time: It's escaping like blue water down a drain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
My heartbeats, brake with you, and everything simply slows
Somber eyes defined with every speck of their hourglass grain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
With simplicity, you have watched as my feelings arose
Continue being you; stay that course; it's so easy to maintain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
#1: The Cravings Cull
the cravings have come back ...
and, they are so more restless ...
at my finger's edge ...
they cull at you--an easy picking, know they their victim's all ...
but their unrest is incomplete ...
in me ...
they never rest ...
like now ...
constantly, the cravings are insatiable
and the only way I knew, was to fight and so I drew ...
I drew, I drew, I drew, as I fought the way I knew ...
The casualty of a heart hurts
and seems to bleed clear tears
from this enigma. It harrases an
assuming face coldly hand-held
serene.
Triumphs
there's more
coming,
isn't from
I wish I were an educated woman
But sadly, I am not.
I have to rely on common sense
As much as I have got
You don't have to write a thesis
Or a Shakespeare play
You have to think carefully
And be straightforward with what you say.
Some educated scholars,
Are a credit to their craft
Unfortunately, others lack common sense,
They're daft.
It is essential to have both these two,
But I am only an uneducated woman
With a common sense point of view.
It's no longer common
unlike years ago
What once was sound judgment
today no one knows
Selfish and addled
and atrophied minds
are prone to suggestions
with evil designs
And scarce is discernment
it's known by but few
who march to their own beat
so simple, yet true
Away from the darkness
straight into the light
Their path may be lonely
but at least it is right
While staring at cell phones
as batteries drain
the minds of the masses
go slowly insane
Up is now down
and west is now east
The world has turned over
and madness increased
The zombie apocalypse
has surely arrived
Pray history shows
that a few shall survive
For they are the ones
who have uncommon sense
in an age where such things
are of no consequence
© Mike Wise
1-10-23
To see the world, all the good
as a child at a seasonal faire
counting months in inches grown
and inherited faint-colored hairs.
All days number
three hundred and sixty five
so glad they still are..
same as the nights,
in eternity of a young life
under crackling camp fires
and countless unnamed stars.
We survivors, a wisened few
or perhaps just lucky, know...
a year pass's quickly as summer rain
where dancing steam of scorched pavement
slowly rose.
Trade all your old moments
by my side if you would,
we'll take a daring ride
on swift sled
tomorrow's eyes
never could.
When does one rash courage summon
To do a thing quite uncommon
Like king David's son, Amon:
The negatively uncommon
One wouldn't link with Solomon
Nor with the Quite Normal Human
With no business with Mammon ?
Carthage's Hannibal against Rome,
When snow should have kept him at home?
The courage one would never kill,
Until one has climbed Begging Hill;
While one won't want at all to feed,
Because there's a voice one must heed...
From either Lord God or Mammon
And one ready for uncommon;
Listened I have to a Carmen:
A hit track about true women
The penetrating look from their eyes
Up a lot of men's power dries.
From the blood
Of false conscience
A sweet nectar is distilled
Drank by those immersed
In the pleasure of virtue
we soared over clouds
didn't dare look below
capricious emotions
could wither or grow
you played your guitar
i liked what i heard
but to finish your song
you needed my word
i'm low man on the totem pole
and you're my belle of rock and roll
"now play that song with twice the soul -
don't you love it?"
there's oneness in twoness
to stare in the eyes
of one who looks deeply
embracing surprise
one jigsaw piece left
in the puzzle of you
do i fancy that piece might be me?
or who?
i'm minoring in history
you're majoring in mystery
do i like you unconditionally -
do i love you?
will you touch my life?
will we fly to clouds above?
is it me or who?
is it like? is it love?
we had our lives ahead of us
we had so much in common
and as you once remarked to your cat,
"how wonderfully uncommon is that?"
Assimilated hope was slowly dying,
it was a famine time of charity —
A moral plague that persisted four centuries
The stench of hatred hung heavy
in the unforgiving air,
as the spittle of anger reigned
over barren hearts
Letting stunted promises drench hollow souls,
whose thirsty craniums
were filled with epidermal fear toxicity
Iron sky yield ... putrid harvest
of melting pot hope empty
Synthetic emotion was the
technological mirage
Shimmering thoughts of inclusion
sprouted a forged bond
of artificial unity
Yesterday tears fell upon
the parched plains: Fallow scroll posterity
filling famished eyes with inundated scarcity
Imaginary field of harmony dream
grim reaped the invisible grain
Uncommon desire withering,
a noble ideal malnourished by
evaporated yearning
Bellyaching pain
caused by bloated delusions
of benign acceptance
Visible spectrum separation
was the preferred national identity
Deferred promises of equity (the framers said)
will always Last Supper portrait be
the knit kindred starvation policy
Driven by unchanging winds of violence,
perpetually overcast cloudy
4-21-21
The bookstore door
startles open with
a man's hearty hand
and sincere smile
landing upon
this skirted lady,
bashful to be
coddled, but
undoubtedly
wanting it.
Mirrored cheeks widen
like the open door
with hearts extending.
Thanks is verbalized
and humbly
appreciated.
He tilts his top hat
and I am flattered
by the flirt
of uncommon
courtesy.
4-9-2021
Beloved
You know we are beyond imagination
for are you not!
Right hand and left
we hold together all possibilities.
Teach us how to be human,
teach us to be humble
yet only as humble
as the brightest star.
Humble the ego,
it is a clever snake,
but still only a snake,
not holy, not real, but even ego
can be a light if it loves you.
It can shed its cleverness
like a snake its skin.
Every atom, every being
has a time of awakening,
and time is a condition,
a blindness of the mind.
in every moment
we are offered to be that Higher Self
You imagined for us.
Let us pray
in the open and undaunted
rejecting what we suppose we are,
knowing that we were, and are
Your very hands.
My sanctuary is a common place
I keep it devoid of the human race
A little paint on the glass makes a sign
"Through these doors lies a solution Divine"
"The value of 'x' is to be made clear
As you, too, will hold algebra dear"
Though years have passed and science has been cheered
Algebra alone is hated and feared
A perfect ploy for a sanctuary ruse
As x's and y's make room for your muse
8-16-20
Contest: Sanctuary
Sponsor: Silent One
she's claustrophobic,
yet faces her fear head on
she goes spelunking.
Date written: 02/03/2020
I am the word of God
A unique collection of 66 books
I was inspired by the Holy Spirit
As the fountain of God's knowledge
I am called the Bible in bookshops and libraries
In the hearts of men I dwell as the Holy Bible
I am uncommon type of book
I require uncommon type of reading
As you read me I also read you
I am the mirror you need daily
I am the guide for His worship
Fountain of hope for eternal life
I am authoritative
I am infallible
I am the Roadmap
The standard for all Christians
To read me you need the Holy spirit
Reading me with grudges in your hearts is reading literature
Reading me with unforgiveness is reading history of God's Generals
Read me with hearts free from worries
Read me often
Read me slowly
Read me regularly
Read me repeatedly
Read me earnestly
Read me persistently
Read me attentively
Read me with devotion
Read me I have spiritual power
Read me I have converting power
Read me I have healing power
Read me I keep you from sins and errors
Read me I refresh your minds
Read me I rejoice your hearts
Read me I am the food for your souls
Read me I give you power in prayer
Uncommon folks come from uncommon lands
Where they have neither been nor seen a shadow
And thus they do not share our woes
They see different sights and hear different sounds
Their fruits and vegetables are very large and very round
Their trees richly green with bark of darkest brown.
My house-maid was an uncommon girl
Fed on fish, spinach and kale
She ate the stalks and leaves, leaving nothing to waste
Her food once I happened to taste
Truly it was simple and great
As for other things, she had a life desolate
She had none other than a mate
The first had come in haste
Later she picked another for her take.
We are gals, pals, but not friends
She drew me a picture of a water-lily
For I could read and write like a proper LADY
She was uncommon, enchanting and quite a symbol
She was the life in the still-life on my mantel.
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