Hello mirakeenos. God bless the poetic realm of mother mirakee and the world. All that is best and awesome and sees the vision of the realm is here.
I can know noun and imagine all. Breathing a thing we named air but I'm my delusion I breath life. Trees but grass are too sit and lay. And sun rise is a blind man's guess. Creating temples and weird symbols and then without me they keep creating.
Drums playing but know one is marching Jacket made of feathers but died which had the wrong leather. Crazy craft that others saw crash. Misunderstood for been self lead. I hear when it speaks others only here me. I think if others dint freak out maybe I can finish my conversation.
All is delusional which ends mostly in depression But delusions brings dreams to the real world life in life individually.
Hello mirakeenos espero que vien. Que dios vendiga a todos los poetas del mundo.
Gracias bros and sister poets for your beautiful time to read my bleed.
meandering was the sky above me" and I wander" Falling for its air, for it felt' like it loved me.
Looking down I watched the water Be itself" with clear waves And a world already in tears. The blue became truth To be only a reflection. For me and you.
it made moments neglect wonder. they where thoughts that just seem too be louder.
but soon becoming now, and "late" always on time" Too splash yesterday's memories of down under. It only became furthest But found a gateway to first tomorrow.
"of rain" too now of thunder. the tour to a route was muddier My view never seemed to recover That I saw many of me stand against laughter.
Of all why these and not something else. It bares know roots. The streets rioting roads for distances that can't come close. and every day less our existence. But a hundred times a day hungry are our children.
Now my thought ended and I stare at blue again A strange stage to choose where too land. Everything is used nothing is new Specially the thought of we knew. From the pass I hope the future grew.
Hello mirakee family poet brothers and sisters of the realm. God bless you all.
The spaces How empty, They reject" The fillers" Of plenty.
All lonely..! Noun tempting. When Beginning...? All are stepping.
It's The tiny light" you don't see everytime. It's the curse when your feelings don't rhyme" But it's not the first too sit you in line.
What's the world guessing...? When comes the next blessing..? Why we wonder..? I'f when your already under. You know too bight your tongue, And be even kinder" That brings brighter.
A brawny discussion Mind and soul fusion. Where was all this intuition. When the spaces above We're housing ammunition.
This is the last time! But Telling yourself" feels like a worse crime.
You lid the match And never saw the spark So a dream wasn't catch. And the spirit finally learned too detach.
Growth of passion" When now time pretends. It was always of poison, That hash moments to come and end.
it's enrilivent to a mind" that can't expand" Doors like windows both blind signs. If no experience Then what can you ever find.
canyons rolling And disturbing the hills clouds sharing the floor so everyone's wearing heels.
the lands with Kansas grass stand tall. and dust floats taller but that's all. disaster lost its way..? And Urgency never called. So bones will break in better day's. And body's will still raw. Then wings fly heaven There not one wall.
Hello mirakee family God bless us all. Thank you for everything.
live a life that loves the living hug the happy when know one is leaving. word the world with passion well dreaming. sees the least of beast well sinking. interact with what exist if it insist.
gone to be here but there for whom cares. still a skill to kill when I'll. gosh them whose when the air floats a goose. pretend is too defend against what lends. turn and turn and turn too keep turning.
After successfully introducing the nonstrict version of my own creation (I mean "Ovic"), here I am with the strict version of my poem.
*1:* Rule for choosing an acrostic word (minimum six alphabetic word can be used and is not more than one word. Length of the word may vary)
As here in this poem I have chosen seven letter word
*3:* Three words in each line
*4:* Two dimensional poem, in which first line is in downward descending order. Reader would have to read the first line consecutively downwards. (Gaiety aberrates laggardly, amidst xenelasia, yeildingly.)
*5:* In this strict version of poetry, each line would be restricted to the fixed number of syllables. For instance, you have chosen nine syllables for the first line, then all the other lines must be carrying the same meter
THE CALLING by Carolyn Glackin Cataclysmic, catastrophic Metaphysics, soul bionic Artificial, feigned and fused Simulated, truth abused Opportunists, feckless charmers Ne'er-do-wells And harmful harmers A dime a dozen, devil may care A social gracer's savoir faire Ruthless rulings herd the sheep Awakened ones no longer sleep Thoughts gone crazy World gone wild We've spared the rod But can we save the child? Dramatic dramas, role reversal Time for action, no dress rehearsal The humble, thwarted The meek, mistreated The road to righteousness, deleted Skies now darkened Thoughts now dimmed The faithful cling to psalms and hymns Annihilation, mass destruction Welcome to the grand induction Harried hearts and weary minds Fearful as the path unwinds Angelic souls, random kindness All the rest, preferring blindness Nations crumbling, Gaia grieving Stoic soldiers, disbelieving Iniquitous dens, housing heathens You've heard my rhymes Y'all want the reasons? The so-called superior, lauded elite Living in mansions, ain't life sweet? Using dollars as weapons And jewels as tools Trying to trap us Thinking we'll play the fools Who's to blame though? Surely not Satan! Humans did this, so don't be hatin' Who's ready to fix it? Who's ready to rise? Awaken, oh brethren! Seek the truth through the lies! I know it's alarming I know it's unreal 'Cause see, you're all used to hurtin' But are y'all ready to heal? The job's monumental We're talking epic proportions But it's time to start changing All these social distortions We need all able bodies So please answer the call It's time we joined hands All for one, one for all Together, we got this! We're our own salvation So let's get this thing done Save every place, every nation And as hard to believe As this next sentence seems When we're done with all that We'll build the world of our dreams A world based on fairness Regardless of races Accepting of color Loving all faces Where genders are equal Income paid fairly No more social elites Oh gee, we'll miss them dearly I'm 'bout to wrap this thing up now Enough rhymin' and schemin' Who's ready? Who's with me? Let's manifest what we're dreamin' The present is daunting But the future stands bright I've spoken enough now Peace out y'all. Good night. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 7/12/2019
*I was unable to obtain the name of the artist responsible for the background image, but all rights and credits go solely to whomever that may be.