December 12

Man "Of" God

Poetry

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Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1  prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me


Is it really such a tragedy

that my sentences are raggedy

words tread together by similarity?

The conversation is still defiantly

expressions of me.


Is it really such a travesty 

that I wander aimlessly?

When I can travel through time so easily

…our life history

…a life lived outrageously.


Is it really such a disparity

that I have forgotten the melody

of your name? Still there’s some clarity….

I know the feelings of family

and passions intensity. 


Is it really such an indignity

that something once familiar is now a novelty.

Or that simple tasks escape me.

I still dance to life’s jamboree

and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality

even as I become more absentee?

There is plenty of life in my legacy.

Don’t bother writing my eulogy,

when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

So I saw this video and wrote this. 


I guess you can say Engle inspired me to stand up for Him. 

Man “Of” God!?

Hey preacher dude!
Yo man “of” God!?
Yeah you… preaching your hate
disguised, as love for Him.

Save your “self” instead and leave
my soul and others’ be.

I wonder what you know of love?
Have you ever felt the power of it?
The way it makes the heart trip,
a pulse race, a chest aglow?

I am sure you have been loved before,
if only by one, as we all have.
Yet you seem lost, as if love is an illusion or
the property of the chosen.

Love… straight or queer, here or there
where you have drawn religious lines in the sand,
Love is a magic you seem to have forgotten.
Keep your judgment, hate, or fear if you wish.

My love for you extends,
to hopes and dreams that someday soon,
you save your “self” instead and leave
my soul and others’ be.




Click below to have me read it to you. Mind you I got a little nervous.

Man “Of” God by delainamiller

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Thank you Golda.
    Did you listen to me read it? What did you think of the technology. I know I should have read the poem slower but with practice I should get better.

  • Your poems always stir my emotions and I usually end up crying but this one was so intense because the video made me so angry and then I went on to read your wonderful poem. Thank you for your words. I wish everyone could read them. We need your words more in the world than anything that comes out of this dude's mouth!

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