BLOSSOMS
Thought I’d like to try my hand
at poems ode’s and prose
but my writing is not grand
nor speech much like a rose
all have heard of morning dew
and times etching of the sand
the old mans graying hairs not few
and the beauty of the land
Yes the flowers lovers bring their
maids
with time do hang buds down
and the petals always land
eventually on the ground
The buds and babes of spring go forth
to find the summers heat
who with her inequities do scorch
all those who walk earths street
So although I’ve taken pen in hand
I’ve nothing much to say
for life has burned it’s painful brand
in all the born today
Time does speak of baby’s breath
that adorns the rose bouquet
fragile tender leaves of fern
decorate the lovers way
But grasp the flowers tight in hand
there you’ll find this way
thorns who under leaves do stand
were hidden all away
Life comes with precious dreams and truths
to be taken by your hand
and often times the real proof
lives beyond the old thorns brand
Sweeter than the roses
is the breath of Love
and it’s own descending
comes down from above
Flowers of many kinds are there
Yet not beauty to compare
to the bud and blossom
the Tree of Love does wear
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ANOTHER SEASONS PAST
Autumn’s past horizon’s
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves
Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season’s gone
and lay’s to the past it’s death
Often my mind has danced
in the corridor’s of the earth
where winter’s snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth
I’ve rambled down many roads
and I’ve sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong
Bridges on the road I’ve crossed
upon the many paths that man has
trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect
It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught
I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips
Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life
to question the choosing which
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EARTHS DELIGHTS
Oh matchless our delight does never end
ceaseless variety of kingdom you defend
unending the exploration of the world
around
photography of new discovery found
Within the caves growth of limestone
formations
lattice work and crystal chandelier
creations
eons of history where water carries
matter
to build visions new and particles to
scatter
Exquisite designs to view above and
below
daily something unknown has made it’s
show
rainforest's beset with capacious
greenery
extensive with volume the expanse of
scenery
We confine ourselves to the walls of
city
and alienate ourselves to all that is
pretty
though we hail the lives of those who
explore
who search the heavens and of earths
floor
Infinite the knowledge the origin of
planet
diversity of species of gems and stones
granite
consider the growth and composition of
stone
movement of water and pressure them
hone
All know that many gems are formed
under pressure
and human character like tested with
measure
Like jewels are cut to ornament the
treasure
God molds each and everyone to his
pleasure
Hail I do men that fathom grotto’s and
caves
like ancient seamen went skimming the
waves
courage required here tis for no knaves
those who travel here are only the
braves
Boldly do men survey the planets
secrets
forge the trails and navigate the sea
ships
track and map untamable habitats
where creatures thrive on sulfur but we
collapse
In darkened caverns their ever present
night
there do dwell creatures with self
contained light
each creature for it’s environments
design is right
diverse the living things concealed
from our sight
Scarcely tapped fathomless in it’s
diversity
what could one discover if occupy
eternity
all those who become Gods Sons possess
the ages
not constrained by death or times
gauges
sources Genesis Job Psalms and science
DAY TO DAY
I reached out to touch you
but it wasn’t about your skin
to slide my mind upon your heart
to reach who you are within
Mankind looks upon your shell
not upon the life inside
they only see the shoreline
not the ocean where you reside
I remember being young of heart
my mind was bonded to what’s old
where experience has laid the paths
and repetition the stories told
Another day has come and gone
the minutes that I’m given are delight
too soon will come my feebleness
my loss of mind and sight
But if I should ever lose
all that I am within
I would wish that you remember
all the love you have to spend
[COPYRIGHT
© 2013 C MICHAEL MILLER
VIA
DUBOFF LAW GROUP LLC]
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