MICHAEL MILLER

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

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