Fingernails
I guess this is an abstract writing of frustration...
I am
I am a curser A blamer I don't bend my knees to seek Your redemption I am a fornicator An adultrer I don't stop exposing my soul with so much lewdness I am a liar A cheater I judge those around me but don't stop my own failures Oh C
The Old Barn
Many inspirations taken from abandoned buildings such as an old barn.
Moonlight Desire
This is one of my "Vampire: Vampyre Love Poetry Series" poems. I do so like doing this series. Hope you enjoy. Hugs....Mike. XX
Great as a Gentle King
Abstract on the Christmas message.......
Prayer
Me bringing up my awareness and knowing I don't walk alone
Due Thanksgivimg
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. The American "Thanksgiving" is, basically, a harvest festival/feast. This banquet became known as “Thanksgiving”, because it was meant as a “Thanks Giving” to God, for the bounty He had given to His people. And this harvest banquet became an annual event, which, over the years, spread to all parts of what is now the United States of America. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
TWO PETALLED RED ROSE....
Two petalled red rose..! Using your soft lips as a brush While wet it in the red lipstick you applied on The artist called love Has drawn a two petalled red rose o
War
The war that is surely coming to the world.
Not left and right nor up and down
Composed on my daily walk. Wanting to clear my head to enjoy my walk, I felt some unease. I endeavored to construct a negation of meaning to quiet the mind and could be remembered. With slight changes as I stepped, this was the final result.
The Heathen
* I have disabled comments for this poem, because I don't want to start a Shit Fight, in the PC (that would be most unseemly); anyway, the blogs are for that, lol... ** I don't really mind what anyone here believes - I'm just expressing a point of view. *** I love you all, here, in the Poet's Corner, (regardless of what you believe)...
NEW LIFE
Spring has sprung and Easter is this coming Sunday. Write a poem every year for my church's Easter Memorial Bulletin.
The Poet Dies
The coffee has cooled in the cup upon the counter so silent it rest since you last set it down so silent so damned silent I did not know that in closing the door you had packed the life that once was my home so empty so damned empty
A plague on the lands
And the Lord sent a pestilence on the lands..
Natural Mystic
Bob Marley's Natural Mystic, very apt for the times
Your Presence Is The Treasure
The Last Thing Jesus Said Before Ascending Into Heaven: “Remember ! I Am With You Always, Even Unto The End Of The World.” Amen. Matthew 28: 20
MIRRORS TO THE SOUL
Directly looking into other's eyes I can tell what kind of person they are.
COVID'S CALL
I wrote this in about 15 mins, the past years' experiences seemed to just draw it out of me. I hope others like it and are not offended by the spiritual aspect of it,I draw comfort,inspiration,strength, peace of mind and guidance from the Lord....... if just one person is made to feel a bit better by it then I'm happy.
Aloneness explained
Haiku/ Senryu 3 lines 7-5-7 syllables
No answer!
Why would a God create us?, if we never existed before, why would a God make us, limited forever more?, And why, oh why, do we die? If God created us to be, give us a glimpse, let us see, what could be? and take it away, why oh why, what can you say
When The Soft Rains Fall (War-Time)
Who do think we’re fooling.... not nature...... not anything at all.........
Dance With Me . . .
Inspired by listening to Thinking Out Loud" https://youtu.be/lp-EO5I60KA " Perfect" https://youtu.be/s9Vv98dituA
Live from the Stoning Ground
A night with the loving God
God vs religion
This is my much studied truths of who God really is and is not. For those with a case of "religiousitis" there is a cure thou this journey can only be taken by yourself
KARMA
Karma, is what the UNKNOWING religiously Taught Folks call Hell, which Hell is an Impossibility given God is an all Loving and Forgiving Spirit. Karmic Debt, is a Spiritual Consequence which does not Require Belief. Karma just is and Must be accounte
The Invitation
You have been invited to another day of life And the invitation fills your heart with delight The morning sun glistens through the leaves on the trees And a gentle breeze seems to caress your face Being aware of this time and place You have b
Answers?
So many searching for answers, why there is good and bad? It’s all there plain to see, you’ve been told throughout history, You recite the words then preach your way, but you never learn No one has say, and that is how it’s meant to be, when yo
For those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin At the end, twas only fun, To know is the end, finally over and done, Played all the parts mother, father and son, And knowing means going , to start it again, Repeat, repent, rejoin and regro
me, myself and i
as i sit in the corner of my room crying, wailing and waiting for a miracle. i heard a voice calling out my name. i couldn't tell where the noise was coming from it was everywhere it wasn't pleasant its like its coming from hell. hell was ca
In constant motion
It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy, Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should, suddenly the world, is clear as mud, No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be, Laugh today,
Deity
Full moon glowing Wind howling Knock, knock Four corners unlock I realized It's the GODS who made me Not the Gods I made Thank you Mommy and Daddy!
Haiku Challenge attempt(?)
Correction: Didn't realize that only 3 lines in each stanza - duh!! Attempt at Haiku but afraid not a very good one. Not really my kind of poem. Happy Father's Day tomorrow to all the Father's out there. Kathy
The Distant Tune
bit of improvisation listening to music
Crucify me do
This poem is about parking the cross for a while to dream a little, before flight.... either that or its about being tired of one's luck. Each carrier to their own take
Freedom of thought!
Inspired by d4nI314, she will know what it means!
The Game!
Someone once said ‘this game is all in the mind, and the mind is all but a game’ oh yes, twas me, we chase our tails constantly. But there is a way we can be free, don’t take the red, don’t take the blue, just open your mind to what is true.
I LOOK INSIDE…
This is about how Introspection helps me make sense of the world, and maintain my sanity.
The Quotes Garden - VII – Where’s my Home
The Quotes Garden ©Th3Mirr0r (2017-2019)
GUARDIAN ANGEL OF THE ANIMALS
Dedicated to a dear friend who was a Wild Life Rehabilitator who recently passed. Carole:I know that you are walking among God's animals in Heaven now and are happy and free of pain. Enjoy! Until we meet again dear friend.
Viktoria
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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just off the top of my head.
THE WORD
The category will have to suffice !