A New Poetic Place

Hello Everyone;

I have made a very important decision today. I am moving my poems.

I like most Google products most of the time, but I have grown very frustrated with blogger. (I am sorry blogger  you have been good to me). But I find the many steps I have to go through to check comments to be a giant pain. But there is another reason too.

There is an art form I have been wanting to play with, or should I say add, to my poetry. Wordpress offers more supports in this new direction. So...

There will be no more, or very few poems added here. The poems I write for the play will be the only accepted or will not be shared through a blog at all.

Don't worry I have made it easy to find my poetry. Just go to: http://delainamiller.com/ or: http://delainamiller.com/passionate-expresions/ either one will take you my poetry.


I am sorry that I am making you all go to another website. But I think when you seen 12-18-11's post you will understand. I am really proud of the way it turned out.

Please I beg of you still leave me comments, feedback, and opinions.

Love,
Delaina

Man "Of" God

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

Missing You

This was just a random poem that came to the surface today and wanted out. It has not been edited so it may be a little rough.

Missing You

Neither here, nor there

Is where my heart seems to be.

Across these states I have lived,

memories and friendships built

in the wake of my life.

Oh! this cursed and deified gypsy-soul of mine.

I love this life.

The world in my grasp,

if only in: the smoke of my dreams,

my anticipated ambitions, and my deepest desires.

Silly Sounds of Love

Hello Everyone; 
Here is another poem exercise I am sharing with you. The assignment is to write a poem about what it is like to be in love using nonsense/silly sounding words. 

Silly Sounds of Love

The heart falters and fears forgotten in the fine mist covering my soul.

Here I stand doughty, doubting, and delirious in your presence.

You are benevolent, beautiful, and bodacious all rolled into one.

In this play of love: prickly, persnickety, passions, and puns are the stars.

For Da

For Da

Five years ago today

you left this earth,

this dimension,

physically…gone,

you, we cannot see.

Yet your voice echoes

in our minds, your love,

in our hearts;

your passions deposited

in the souls of your children.

To this day a song

sung with barbershop flare,

from some musical we watched,

or just one you loved,

reminds me of you and what we share.

A saying you had

 “If the truth be told”

found in a store,

a board game now,

I almost bought…  

Your life evident in:

the ripples you left behind,

the song in my heart,

your seven kids, seven grandkids,

and there is more.

Though cancer took you,

early, from our arms,

love is where it all began, and

love for you will never end.

Grateful Gatherings

Grateful Gatherings

Gather family, gather friends…

We gather to savor culinary delights,

While the grateful heart has its spiritual fill.

I am grateful for comforts,

Both large and small alike.

I am grateful for an airplane’s ability

To shorten distances between here and there.

I am grateful for oceans, as they fill voids

And gaps, both far and near.

I am grateful for my partner;

Who instills in me, beyond love, serenity.

I am grateful for my family;

Scattered as we may be, love holds us in perpetuity.

I am grateful for my friends;

Diverse in life and united by our empathies.

I am grateful for our evolutions;

Our discoveries, and our enlightenments.

I am grateful for our adaptabilities,

To change our  perceptions and our destinies.

All of this and more,

Gathers all – hearth and home –

In my grateful heart, in my grateful soul.

Written by Delaina Miller 11/23/2011

Pain

Pain

Why am I here?

Once my torrid lover,

I thought we were through.

We played with love

And I got burned.

But still I am here.

Woken and disturbed,

Like before:

Heart racing,

Fighting back the tears.

Why are you here?

The scars of our passion

Starting to throb.

The throat’s loss of air,

As if your fingers are still there.

Why are we here?

Just memories of ghosts,

As we are no longer anywhere.

I thought all was forgiven.

But I could not forget,

The cost of our love.

Our affair’s expenditure.

Yesterday’s painful investments,

Today… merely deposits in my creation.