C. MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER

MAN BELOVED

Oh bright star man beloved

upon your visage mine heart has hovered

examined closely the paths you travel

your soul I desire to unravel

depth upon depth draws forth your design

and within a formidable mind

wherever you turn there is success

the things that your hands caress

carefully constructed a life that’s yours

fathomless love of the forests outdoors

and of painting the perpetual shores

having roamed the Irish moors

appreciation for God whom you imitate

fabrication and artifice do you create

always tendering for something new

Love for nature shows in all you do

My heart within has become entwined

upon table of life you’ve richly dined

all those lives that you pass through

can’t be untouched by what is you

in ancient times deemed for courts of Kings

maidens sing of your deeds with tambourines

danced for you would the ladies fair

for each would deign your table to share

Sometimes I think your a little remiss

that they all want softly your lips to kiss

within your presence they wish to stand

that God has designed a glorious man

Do you know oh man , do you reflect

what is your impact and upon those you effect

and lift our souls when upon us you shine

and show us that God’s gifts divine

Like mountainous meadows richly clothed

and habitation wherein creativity abode

a man who dwells by the motherlode

who knows that life is richer than gold

indwelling a man is spiritual fire

the work of his hands shows inner desire

embrace the gifts that Father does give

to show wherein your loves do live

God would gift you even more

because for him your heart did bore

to receive those that he would gift

you must your eyes to Father lift

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FORMATION

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves

does spring boundless like the antelopes afield

whose consumations thus give to herds their yield

like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves

The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs

so skillfully lifts the music of his hands

gathers those who so listen from their stands

and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends

I had searched the mountainous valley’s long ago

to find a soul whose depth as rich as he

so many I had scanned though did not see

the like of him in any people I did know

Thus to my chambers I would him chance

but he would have to leave the fields flocks

exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks

or partake the tables spread in harlots dance

To waltz like winged bird upon the wind

whose unseen direction comes from whence

and depth of feelings that make not sense

didst this emotion upon mine heart descend

Tis now two years I have you letters sent

to give mine thoughts you by song I sing

that you might understand like bird on wing

the nature of the truth in word now lent

From the depths of what is true these words now formed

whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass

that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass

whose God has these feelings within adorned

So has long in word have emptied out her soul

that he might read and see what is her past

so fashion to his reason and understanding cast

thus the secret person within might come to know

Could he not know that every word was given voice

to paint a picture of what is of Love and True

a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue

that he might clearly see and make a choice

Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky

whose movements formed by mists and winds

invisible from where all courses begot sends

and by word have fully fashioned what is I

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WHO IS HE

Who is he who skips the mountains crest

and in the forest takes his play

who wanders flowering meadows blest

and paints her majestic peaks by day

Who roars like a bear emerging from his den

rises from the sun rays shadow

and walks within the misty glen

He casts his pigment panegyric to adorn

to the art of beauty has his soul he’s sworn

Plaited music to the rising hills

and lack of virtue does lament

insinuates the want of justice

in images our minds can print

He bubbles forth like fountains

which escapes the rocky cleft

one cannot ignore his passing's

without him our cores bereft

Thought frightening his acquired skills

he’s hidden his gems within

so blinding is his casing

the breadth of imagination there begin

Who is he who opens his hands

to show the colors of his world

whose arms are the strength of captains

where the banners lay unfurled

So casts his umbra like a rainbows wake

through the veil of his heart does life partake

And madden hearts of maidens

blazed the trails of his quest

in rich diversity is he laden

what is his name , have you guessed

Some have named him legend

and to his core he’s prime

he’s entertained the multitudes

deep is the well of captured mind

I put forth the question

where can his like be found

his grace upon inspection

and in it’s wax be drown

The edges of his borders

are not yet mapped and plain

for he has concealed traits

he has buried deep within

He seems not to understand

the skills he’s left untapped

another side that’s left alone

within it’s fear is capped

So in my words I’ve framed him

a lesser picture of his soul

I counted him among the men

where women's hearts have been made whole

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THE REDWOOD  (1985)

You are tall and strong

my love

Like the ancient redwoods

among the trees              of the forest

Living     tender         and green

filled with the           sap of life

Your shadow        wherein I stand

does protect                 from the heat of life

Let me dwell under                 your branches

my love

draw from your vigor

take my nourishment from your

covering boughs

let me lie            beneath your

towering arms

Allow please me to draw

from the power               of your stability

among the trees      of the forest

my love

Protect me from the showers

the rain , snow , and droughts

of life

Let me look upon you              with respect

and admiration

You are outstanding

among the trees of the forest

my love

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C. MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER (Poetry of Providence): Voracious reader, loves ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, , loves people of every sort even doesn't agree on lifestyle makes for good study and introduction to new ideas that of course must be researched. Profound interest in philosophy, art, science, history, and the great teachers who's words of wisdom have been so deftly passed down in time, complicated  simple, thoughtful, inquisitive, loves the deep woods and all of nature from earth to universe . Research on anything she wants to learn, explores new areas and loves the back roads into the hills, writing and screaming on paper. People watching, inciting others to think