Workable Poems

Incessant and demanding

I observe the continual ' over liberal 'design.' Demand
Demand and to shoot, is there any moral line.?
Spurred on by sucsss's over forty years.'
Assulting workable familiy units.. With a barrage
Of anger passive agression false piety? And many tears
Yet the formula it seems has garnerd,  gains? And room
To cause so much division, self-doubt indeed so much gloom.'
Is there a lesson for others? On how to mis-behave?
Grab the spotlight and clamour.' By night or by day.!

I had missed her

Marta’s kitchen was exactly the same as I remembered.
I had not been here in at least thirty two years.
It was clean, tidy, and smartly organized as always.
a workable kitchen, with a happy sink, she said.
I had missed her, and her fresh vegetables.
But now you are here, she said with a wink.

Once

there was a man
a small man
-a little man
-a tiny man
a small little tiny 

man who found a-tiny-small-little-something 

he pulled on it -and realized it had give
he pulled -this stretchy-little-small-tiny

thing and it kept stretching this was when the 

small man - who was a flimflam man after all
realized he had a workable-fraud 
realized he had found something 
big -really-big it was more than a
stretchy band it was a movement 
one he’d sstretchh beyond one’s expectations 

you could recognize him -by his large 
*mouth - and by his *tiny little hands

*optional 

you may fill in the word *filthy before mouth 
or before tiny or both as you please -please

armand~

Gathering In the Jettisoned

Dimmed Eyes crack their shells first.
You rise up in the half light of a fading moment.

This is the plane – wait, tie a rope
hitch it to a trading places moment.

When you passed away
leaving a layer of makeup and clothes strewn
upon a tilting floor
the mind went wandering on its own,
it returns now with the debris it found
loosely bundled into a persona.

Twist some knots into memory.
Plan a-head, then insert body
as an Allen key does into the right
socket.

Be sure to leave your big red heart plug
jammed tightly into this matrix of
electrified reality.

Loose ends can dangle for a while.
You’re within a workable shape now,
you’re fingers in a glove.

Time to shuffle self-consciously
from behind the lens,
let eyes see what no other being can see,

for your hand-made once more,
spun-out into an opaque silk by mind-moths
and now can fly blind
                               utterly unnoticed.

He Lost His Clues

He used to be a hoarder of clues
would keep them in a mind-binder.
Imagine the surprise
when all the clues turned into blank pages

It happens,
a person has a thousand ways
to figure out this world.

He thought he saw some patterns
in this messy conundrum of reality
He had conjectured – had formed workable theories
had constructed reasonable solutions for all the big puzzles
that bewildered and bedeviled other folks.

Then poof….all his clues became unglued.

Now he knows nothing for sure

He tries to write
about all the clues he once had
but he has lost faith in clues
especially missing clues,
even when they seem to hint at answers
point to explanations or breakthroughs
or allude to a better understanding,
one as clear as daylight perhaps -
not even.

He doesn’t trust the clear light of day either
but wonders now
what that light is hiding?

These Mortal Parts

I'm not much attached to this body,
it feels like it's on a short leash
while the brain drags it around
like a reluctant old dog.

Long cantankerous years
have pummeled it into a shape
it never used to own, never saw coming.

I am by no means special
we all acquire these 'special' parts,
that cling to us like limpets and lichen
many are visible only to the mind.

Tree's show their scars on the outside
internal excrescences run deeper.
Wasted landscapes never repopulated
are sutured integral with still verdant fields,
still workable earth
but we know

that vehicles this unwieldy
have no fail-safe switch
                                even if we could find it.

Workable Weather

ruthless restrictions road to reluctance 
                    
                                                but not rapturous results





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Date: 05-05-2022

The Words, I Can'T

The Words, “I Can’t”
Miracle Man
3/14/2022

“I can’t” is a phrase
frequently bandied about.
Words that originate
in a mind cloaked in doubt.
We could just as easily say
“I think I can”.
Then scramble to search
for a workable game plan.

Not On Poetry

“Your English is good,” 
It is a common compliment.
And the next line goes like,
” Where did you learn that?”
I, an ordinary soul, 
digest the mixed feeling about that, 
without uttering a word.
I am still deciding on building a workable resume. 
A creative one. To be more precise.
Where life and work 
balances 
down 
the line of creativity.
And I am still deciding on a working influence of a poetic line.
I gave up 
on the world 
long, long ago. 
Cliches of long-lost words.
Not on poetry.

Save Water

Colorless water,
makes our life colorful.
It covers seventy percent of our body,
makes body strong and  workable.
It’s a universal solvent,
capable to dissolve more substances than any other liquid.

Without water 
future can’t be expected.
We need to conserve it as seen the misuse by the bodies.
It’s time to think,
for the purity of the soul, which is within you.
It's time to realize,
for the betterment of the future.

conserve water, save life 
save the world within we lie.

God of Atoms

God of atoms
break my purpose,
my workable clay.
Feed me
clumps of sorrow,
sods of joy
one particle at a time.
Seed me not too much
of your breakable sadness,
plow me much
with your passions.
Allow me, if it please you,
to dwell in this intricate husk
until the sky
make a nest in its marrow.
Let the dirt
of my fingernails
guide me inward
into your blooms.
And when I am ready
for the reaping
scatter my worms.

Our Culture

Our Culture
Written: by Miracle Man
11-16-2019

A culture of dependency is what we now face,
This kind of thinking should be a disgrace.

We look to big brother for the tiniest need,
Usually being fostered by laziness and greed.

Socialists are adamant about wealth redistribution,
They introduce ideas without a workable solution.

The ideas put forth sane minds aren’t buying,
Dependency only causes good folks to quit trying.

Tax everyone heavy and let the government disperse,
If that day ever comes our life becomes adverse.

While Rome is burning some play a give up fiddle,
Avoiding full time work, and content to just piddle.



“Good thoughts bear good fruit,
bad thoughts bear bad fruit,
and man is his own gardener.”
James Allen

Laughing Matter

It seems like a lark

And the giggles abound

And the parties and excess

Of fools must be found

There’s no time for hard issues

Or things of the heart

Because don’t you know

There’s a game we must start.

Has many cool levels

And weapons galore

And warriors and zombies

Like never before

And blood flows like water

And time just flies by

Not missing the outdoors

Or spring, no not I.

There’s time enough later

For training and work

But what are the chances

The world’s gone berserk

With terror and drive-bys

And government spin

And no one admits

All the debt we are in.

I’d rather be laughing

I’d rather be high

I’d rather be gaming

Than dutifully dry.

This life’s really short

Holding nothing beyond

So bring on the laughter

Before I am gone.

 

Note: We have little idea how many young people are stuck on this destructive, desensitizing, hopeless treadmill. No honest exchange. No real friendships. No workable skills. No sense of purpose. No hope of Heaven. And we think we are showing love by buying their approval with more of the same.

Early Age Training Seminar - Proverbs 22: 6

In an age of great techniques aplenty
there is one that’s many centuries old
for this one is so full of godly wisdom
take it on learn well what has been told

The Bible’s book of godly wisdom
in Proverbs chapter 22 verse six
it tells how a child be taught well
keeping them in wisdom no quick fix

This early age training seminar
thought out long ago at early source
establishing a child in the essentials
so If practiced will make real force

This is indeed a divine remedy
set in place before needing a cure
God’s prescription always correct
so life is workable you can be sure

When this is set early in place
won’t be forgotten but take root
in later years be truly thankful
if kept to it’ll surely bear fruit

("Train up a child in the way he should go:  and when he is old, he will not depart from it."  Proverbs. 22:6 )

No More Rain-Tim Flannerys Prediction

No More Rain (Tim Flannerys Prediction)
by Robert (Bob) Moore

Tim woke up this morning, banged his head against the wall
I once told the people, “no more rain would fall”
so they built a desalination plant, to purify sea water
hope they don’t send me the bill, but I guess they really oughta

It has rained quite a bit since then, it’s raining here today
the ice caps are still melting, and some small islands washed away
but we will get a drought again, of that there is no doubt
and others like our Tim, will be chanting doomsday all about

I am not saying Man, has not stuffed up this Planet bad
but it’s been done so we could have, the life that we have had
but turning our lights on and  off, will not fix the damage done
we need to make some solid plans, not windfarms and some sun

We need scientists to come together, make our energy all clean 
not argue, and point the finger, about what’s already been
a workable solution, with conservation, starting first
and maybe build another dam, before the ones we have all burst

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