Miraquill
Poem 62.
Plastic.
We hate honer,
We loathe goodness,
We despise greatness,
And we have malice for contempt.
we love the bottle outside and not the ship that dwells within.
We love deception,
We value greed,
We joke about truth,
And lie about need.
We are plastic.
© Alex hart.
alexhart
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Poem 61.
And so I rise.
She calls to me after the sun lay upon the ground, I see her and she glimpses in my heart as her eyes slowly fade and, tears start to fall I go near and hold her in my arms.
All I feel is her soft skin against mine as we listen to the night, no words are spoken just a glimpse of delight “a baby” she said and I cried for that is the word of love.
As we watched the moon fall over the stars we rejoiced in our own miracle “a baby” she said again, “a baby” I say
it is a miracle,
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12w
Poem 60.
Connection.
I long for the spark a touch of a soul, a laugh with a friend, or a memory or two.
I want that fertility of life so much to see the heartbeat of humanity to feel the earth, to breathe the sea oh, we long to be so free.
A place without war were everything, is free a spark of sorts for all to fill.
We need this time of wholesomeness to be all that we can do a simple life of kindness, of beauty, and connection.
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13w
Poem 59.
Envelope me.
It covers my fears when I know they're near like a ghost in the light fading from all sight.
It eases the pain of weary travel and unseen wounds, this thing called peace we do not know why.
The embodiment is great the power overwhelming, the ghost fades out to the all-knowing.
Peaceful thoughts rule your dreams above mountains, as you fly the peaceful thoughts and dreams like the waves turning to sea.
Everything and everyone have peace that has no end for once so bold and truest of word seaze the night away.
Oh, yes this peace that comes on high belongs to those who seak it, so have a heart of the purest gold and know who keeps it free, for damned are those eternally who make the heart want to flea.
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14w
Poem 58.
Colors you can feel.
Blue.
is the feeling of peace you see, without it there can only be misery.
Red.
is the feeling of anger,
It pours out the hate then we put it back in.
Green.
is the feeling of calm.
It envelopes your soul in a prism
of peace.
Purple.
Is the feeling of wonder let it
feel you with delight.
Pink.
Is the feeling of wind when it's blowing leaves across the land.
Brown.
Is the feeling of danger I know you can't see it but I hope you can feel it.
Yellow.
Is the feeling of accomplishment.
May all the effort you do be felt in yellow.
Black.
Is the feeling of hate.
You never known the color but you feel hate.
I hope you feel the colors. Especially Green. And Blue. 🙂
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alexhart
16w
Introduction to my 1st. poetry book.
(And so I write.)
I write what I feel in this book,
Each thought a web of sentences.
Through this book of poetry my life is swept in word, contemplating sorrow, remembering the verb.
And so I write away the feelings of sheets that let go, like doves in the wind gliding on my whim.
I hope they find their way to you, and you open these words that enlighten you.
To which the pages speak true for you that only the brightest will see.
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alexhart
17w
poem # 57.
Memory.
It may be a memory or it may be a wish, something greater, or something amiss.
It is not that time has been locked in your head, it is the love or the sadness that makes a memory so memorable.
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18w
Poem 56.
The death toll.
When the sun forgets the ground and the cold covers the sky, we think to ourselves what a time to be alive.
When the body grows old and light began to dim, and our perspective of reality slowly starts fade we say what a youthful life we lived.
When the bodies are being lowered in the graves, their souls laid to rest in the never-ending sound we say It is the stillness that we grieve.
As we cry for the longing of the youthful life they had we must remember it is a time of remembrance and happiness. It is a time with well-lived respect, so do not pity the dead because their life has passed pitty the living for in life there is more dead than alive.
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Poem 55.
When the orb suddenly shook.
“The orb is heavy with great depression and self-destructive thoughts of dilution”.
“I sit here watching the creaturs of this orb I hold up in my hands but I begin to grow weary”
“Not of the matter of which is at hand but the matter with what the human race can not see”
“I grow weary for love and humbleness, kindness and beauty. I grow tired of holding this orb of life just so it can fall to destruction”
“I grow weary, so very weary and I fear this orb I will drop”.
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19w
Poem 54.
The will to be free.
Kindness and beauty are gone in the world.
Meanness and cruelty are beginning to be the norm,
But we long for freedom the way we see it.
Be it in the form of war or peace or anarchy,
we want to see our vision of the world flourish.
But to be free what we long to see,
a perfect world without need or greed.
But that can only be anarchy
because to make a people free,
there has to be war.
©Alexhart.
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What
We find love in all the wrong places
Different faces, different letters....I mean texts
We find love in an app, or through meaningless encounters.. Or sex
We find love under a rock, not free in a leaf
We find love where it is not, and I may never see you..and you may never see me.
We find love...I think...that's what this is
We find lo...no...we find loss.
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puja_dubey
175w
THE TRUTH BECOMES SCARY ONCE YOU ADOPT LIE AS A SAFETY BLANKET
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heathen1
190w
Read MoreProfessor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From … GOD …
Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.
Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter. )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.
P.S.
I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. And if so, you’ll probably want your friends / colleagues to enjoy the same, won’t you?
Forward this to increase their knowledge … or FAITH.
By the way, that student was EINSTEIN.
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224w
The darkness;
we all have to face it someday
But it's the spark inside us
that will chase it away
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The Grass
Once upon a time
There lived a Mighty tree
Whose greatness lied in its mighty height
Which indeed seemed to touch the skies
Enamored and Enchanted stood all
Looking at this creation of God
The tree got the idea of its greatness
Soon pride and arrogance became it's best friends
Down at its feet
Resided the tiny grass
Who too admired the tree a lot
But the arrogant tree always looked down upon that tiny creature
Made fun and laughed at it
The tiny grass fed up of the tree's harsh taunts
One night cried hard and asked God
Why has he made it so small
Why was he so weak and not like that mighty tree
God indeed gave him a reply
Not at a instance but after a while
And the night arrived
When God decided to give an answer
And the clouds roared and cried
The inclement weather brought with it heavy storms and tides
The tree couldn't make it that night
It's pride and vanity became the reason
It now lay broken into two pieces
The tiny creature got its reply
As it survived
By bending with the winds
By staying rooted to its origin....
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anushka432
267w
Read MorePurity of ‛being human' is loosing its importance!
#beinghuman#nudity#infernalworld#mirakeewriters#writersofmirakee#writersnetworkNudity
We came to this world ‛naked' And got layered with infernal thoughts as we grew
Today we shame nakedness because pure thoughts refrain survival in this brutal world!
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I WRITE
when I place this pen on a sheet of paper
Just for a minute like a vapor
I am quite sure,it will move like a blur
But I find this to be my only cure
So I don't have all these words still inside
Where some hopes and dreams have died
So you like stories,enjoy the ride
As I try to reveal in ink the me I hide
I have no where else to deal with stuff
I write and write,theres never enough
Please know that all day I could write
Morning and continued up till bed tonight
sensitive or fierce , you feel my bite
Some might make you think and internally fight,but don't lose sight
That regardless of what it is I write
©sonofgod33
