Just saying
Miracle Man Thoughts
for 1-1-2022
Resolutions
Are mere decision’s,
to do a certain thing.
Usually resulting,
in effort being wasted.
Because our habits,
are never easy to unstring.
Most, will never become,
slender-waisted.
Please say it ain’t so Tom!
Exactly at six o' clock after sunrise
the yellow robins starts warbling a sorrowful tune,
perched on a branch of a maple tree pruned by Boone,
he solemnly expresses his demise;
shouldn't he change his tune and unstring
the perpetual sorrow for the loss of her king?
Difficult are her days coping with his death,
some think only humans constantly grieve
and mourn their beloved one an entire life;
in the animal kingdom he was a Goliath.
Sunsets are extremely sad, her moist eyelids start to blink
watching stars and galaxies that gleam afar;
in her huge universe she always finds a lost star,
that star bigger than others radiating on the coral creek.
It would help her cope with the nocturne loneliness...
if a nearby owl comforted her with his sympathetic woo;
and to show her gratitude, she would reply with goo goo
eyes to start a friendship that she longs for to tell stories.
Welcome to my random world;
Where Angels and Fairies both co herald
Am I a fallen fairy?
As my vision mainly slept I’m under twinkly
A little phantom dream, awaken in my reality
Dancing angels challenge me to fly
I would consider but I’m too sly
Am I a fallen fairy?
So I jump off the clouds fall from heaven;
Enclosed in laced silk fabric satin and chevron;
I cling, I sing, I swallow wind and air, everything’s
Zings as I fall plummet to my death it seems;
Alas, I witness the angel’s upswings;
Singing something;
I sent my wish on fairy wings;
Am I a fallen fairy?
Literary legendary;
my random world;
Where Angels and Fairies both co herald;
Fallen fairy zings, falls fallen tree branch unstring;
I sent my wish on fairy wings;
9/14/19
Welcome To My Random World Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
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Spring-TB
Whispers of spring
For love swings soft
Unstring on bloom
02/02/2019
I store you inside me
under a blanket of pearls
They lie strung together
as my history unfurls
Each one to unstring
when I need it the most
Your wisdom translucent
your memory my host
You loved me before
I ever knew who I was
My freedom you shepherd
reaching down from above
Though years have grown distant
they forever remind
Of your goodness and blessings
—Oh Catherine of mine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
O, this sweet candy day-
A pink duck gently sway
As this new morn is born
To unstring me from thorn
With tenderness and care
That I can not compare
One of her many charms
Swiftly melts in my arms
To unstring me from thorn
As this new morn is born
A pink duck gently sway
O, this sweet candy day-
Tinged with such beauty and glow, for my weary mind
Note:
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3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables, (rhyme scheme:
aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the
1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables,
representing the total number of lines.
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