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James Miletta Poem
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may i touch your porcelain-like skin as it sparkles in the light,
your piercing eyes sensing the heat of our unity in the darkness…of night;
may i step into your dreams and emotions with care;
riding the tide, without fearing; need i dare;
may i sense your love as we lie on the grass in the dusk of a day,
sensing the fire as it ascends in the west,
creating the tears,
the fears and emotions......at its best;
may i hand you a rose, one that has blossomed in the light of day,
now its petals so fair;
its meaning so deep;
its thorns like talons, that pierce through our souls,
and may make us weep;
may i act as timid,
as a courting gentleman may;
in the moonlight above
may i ask 'voulez-vous dancez'?
may i salvage in a bottle,
our times together, should they end;
so that society may sense the freedom,
the emotion,
and the power
as it transcends;
may our dreams be filled with
fantasies, that are endeared
for just one night, and
may our souls commence their searches,
finding unity in darkness, as we suddenly see the light……
Copyright © James Miletta | Year Posted 2012
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We’ll have thoughts, fantasies; send letters of futility, but...
I’ll never see you again
The time will pass and we’ll both be alone -
A devastation we’ll suffer for years to come
Though never ending, someday reaching an end, once suffering is done..
I’ll never see you again
On separate ends of the earth, torn apart inside, and bonded only by the thought of one another;
Our lives will continue, not as planned;
Uncontrollable destiny leads us on, an everlasting link of our hearts beating as one; searching for someone to fill that void;
Everyday hoping and waiting but.....
I’ll never see you again
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the wind blows in, and as i lie in bed, i smell the breeze,
and sense the solemn music that whispers below;
i peek from the stairway to watch my parents, as Montivani
invites them to dance ceremoniously in the living room;
they whisper and giggle to one another about the happiness in their lives;
as i sink into tranquility,i sense the music playing as it resonates louder
and louder in my mind;
the curtains whisk as the house gets colder and the loudness penetrates
my eardrums....as i suddenly awaken, i hear mom and dad continuing their strife. . .
their arguments will linger on forever;
my hopes and dreams will probably not...
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poverty stricken rally,
swing low sweet chariots...
no one to take me home
middle class no more, low verses the rich,
win to lose,
never win win..
too bad for the nation,
too bad for the world,
ratification melting in the dreams of our lives,
days get shorter,
nights filled with bottomless swill
the crust of the universe
churning the good to evil,
elite to elite,
middle class no more..
how far we have carried the nation,
from grounds to skyscrapers,
solvency to desolation,
coherency of our nation,
riddled with holes,
spewing the liquidity of middle class bums
and flooding the pockets of the rich..
salvation evaporated and now saturated with
half of the universe ..
help no more..
no one to save us
our lives are now merely maintainable
and no longer enjoyable
retirement is a fear of the others...called middle class
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During the worst of times, America still represents freedom. With war, earthquakes floods and famine, we always will shape the world with our unification leaving an indelible impression.
We as Americans are surrounded by beauty that constantly remains a mystery to those who cannot comprehend what beauty really is.
We as Americans, during times of honor sacrifice our lives and put aside our needs to protect and defend our country, dutifully so.
We as a union of freedom, complain about mere pittances that are simply forgotten the moment we walk out the door. The proper redemption of a coupon, the sale price from yesterday, or the waiting in line for a check out. Meanwhile, one country is digging through the rubble of an earthquake with people fearing the outcome of their loved ones.
We like a flock of birds seem to frown upon the blessings of others, taking into mind the fact that someone else's break should have been ours. While others devoting their time, love and expertise to the lonely, elderly and the ill die alone with no one but themselves.
We often refrain from seeing the beauty of others, not on the surface but within their souls, taking the time to realize that we were all put on this earth as soul searchers of not only ourselves, but others.
We as Americans take each breath for granted, unable to realize that it refuels not only our bodies, but enables us to experience each moment better than the last. As we live the hours in a day, each hour may teach us that happiness relies on believing in its existence. The love of one another and the warmth of a family is a key to longevity.
We the people possess the power and knowledge to do the right things and the good results will follow. The freedom we possess is our ticket to paradise, unfortunately it is taken so much for granted.
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I saw the best minds of my generation die at a young age while the arrival of dawn shone dull like and dreary, showing the number of losses over a short time
I saw the bright lights of heaven look down on our souls, offering peace above us, as we sat and mourned over no one but ourselves
I saw the distance to the credo, informing us of peace and well being,
In the light of our future, in the darkness of our friends
I saw the night of my beckon call, in a dream or a fantasy with a road to the top, as it left my being and became one
I saw the valley of peace that our friends endured, as they raced to a new life beyond
I now see the loss of my generation, as it bleeds through the cracks of our lives, eventually rotting its way to a surface not far from hell, that we who remain refer to as the world…
I can smell the sound of victory as it lifts from the sands of the earth, gnawing its way through the rock and soil, grasping on to the innocent, causing pain and suffering for the living, but I can see the vein of hope as it swoops down to lift us and lead us to the angels above, with reassurance that we will forever rule the world with an aftermath of faith…
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I wait
I’m sovereign
I speak
I marvel
I worship
I’m soulful
I ponder
I’m hopeful
I celebrate
I’m cheerful
I do wrong
I’m fearful
I fear loss
I’m cautious
I embellish
I’m thoughtless
I grow
I cherish
I age
I perish
..... who am I?
Every one of us
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