Passionate Expressions

A New Poetic Place

2011-12-16T14:14:00.000-08:00

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

2011-12-12T15:14:00.000-08:00

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 preacherdude!

Yo man “of” God!?

Yeah you…preaching your hate

disguised, aslove for Him.

Save your “self”instead and leave

my soul andothers’ be.

I wonder what youknow of love?

Have you everfelt the power of it?

The way it makesthe heart trip,

a pulse race, achest aglow?

I am sure youhave been loved before,

if only by one,as we all have.

Yet you seem lost,as if love is an illusion or

the property ofthe chosen.

Love… straight orqueer, here or there

where you have drawnreligious lines in the sand,

Love is a magic youseem to have forgotten.

Keep your judgment,hate, or fear if you wish.

My love for you extends,

to hopes anddreams 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

2011-12-05T11:25:00.001-08:00

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 myheart seems to be.

Across thesestates I have lived,

memories andfriendships built

in the wakeof my life.

Oh! this cursedand deified gypsy-soul of mine.

I love thislife.

The world inmy grasp,

if onlyin: the smoke of my dreams,

my anticipatedambitions, and my deepest desires.

Silly Sounds of Love

2011-12-04T13:06:00.001-08:00

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 yourpresence.

You are benevolent, beautiful, and bodacious all rolled intoone.

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

For Da

2011-12-03T06:48:00.001-08:00

For Da

Five years agotoday

you left thisearth,

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 ofyour children.

To this day asong

sung with barbershopflare,

from some musicalwe watched,

or just one youloved,

reminds me of youand 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 evidentin:

the ripples youleft behind,

the song in myheart,

your seven kids, sevengrandkids,

and there is more.

Though cancertook you,

early, from ourarms,

love is where itall began, and

love for you willnever end.

Grateful Gatherings

2011-11-23T14:45:00.001-08:00

GratefulGatherings

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

2011-11-22T18:02:00.001-08:00

Pain

Why amI here?

Once mytorrid lover,

Ithought we were through.

Weplayed with love

And Igot burned.

Butstill I am here.

Wokenand disturbed,

Likebefore:

Heartracing,

Fightingback the tears.

Why areyou here?

Thescars of our passion

Startingto throb.

Thethroat’s loss of air,

As ifyour fingers are still there.

Why arewe here?

Just memoriesof ghosts,

As weare no longer anywhere.

Ithought all was forgiven.

But Icould not forget,

Thecost of our love.

Ouraffair’s expenditure.

Yesterday’spainful investments,

Today…merely deposits in my creation.

An Introvert's Tengo

2011-11-16T18:09:00.001-08:00

An Introvert’sTango

A danceof lovers and of foe

In theend only emotion knows

Face toface we are neither

Theembrace encircles our soul

Our tangois more of the Queer

Neitherone wants to lead…

Nor to follow,

Hence thedance of soul begins unclear

Our wordslead, our actions follow

Thecurrent slow like our undertones

The actionquick with uncertainty

This is…an introvert’s tango

One andthen another arrastre

Pushingor guiding, not sure who’s has the lead

Our soulsmove first

Theirfoundations follow as in poetry

Our heart’sgain awareness in our stance

our fears,wares and of tears bygone…

And howthey caused the soul to bend

The soul healsin the art of dance

The leadand follow

Isneither control or Queer

The pushand pull

Isneither forced or malo

Just an introvert’stango

The Soul

2011-11-14T17:40:00.001-08:00

Hello Everyone;

So I have started making a play out of a school project I did back in 2007. This is the poem I wrote for the opening. If you want to envision it as I do imagine sitting in a theater the lights have just dimmed to draw everyone's attention to the start.

The theater stays dark as a voice starts...

The Soul

The soul does not know thecolor of skin

There is no color spectrumof which to be

The soul does not haveeyes to judge

The soul has heart to see…

To feel… to grow…to be

So what to you think? I want it to be short, sweet, to the point, but draws you in all at the same time. But please don't tell me what I want to know, give me your honest brutal opinion. When my dream comes true and KC Rep agrees to run this play you will all be invited to see it. So help me make it an enjoyable experience.

Thank you!

I love you all,

Delaina

The Fall

2011-11-11T15:55:00.001-08:00

TheFall

The once vibrantwith life

The oncegreen, open full to catch the sun

The oncehigh, holding up the sky

Now agolden bronze of slumbering death

The tipsare curled as if burned

The windstirs the branches high

The oncesecured looses hold

A danceof spins and twirls begin

A quickspin slowed to a float

Lift andfall, rock right then left,

Until thefallen comes to rest

lie pronein death, among the rest

Once protectorfrom the sun

Now a blanketfor the ground

Even inyour death you shelter life

If You Were My Daughter

2011-11-08T16:08:00.000-08:00

*Disclaimer This poem is not a reflection of any of the Mothers that may read and follow this blog. Its creation was kindled by a friend's poem and stories I have heard from two friends. Thank you!

If You Were My Daughter

I would have held you close to me

at everystage of your life…

if you weremy daughter

I would have played show and tell with my love foryou

instead ofleaving you to impress me…

if you weremy daughter

I would have made you laugh

instead ofhushing you…

if you weremy daughter

I would have kissed all of scrapes and bruises away

instead ofcausing them…

if you weremy daughter

I would have praise all of your achievements

instead ofignoring your success…

if you weremy daughter

I would have cried with you

instead oftelling you, you deserved it…

if you weremy daughter

I would have nurtured your special spirit…

instead ofenvying you

if you weremy daughter

I would have thrown you a freedom party

instead ofblaming you for the divorce…

if you weremy daughter

I would have seen your children as perfect ineveryway

instead offilling your heart with doubt and worry…

if you weremy daughter

I would let you know the pride I feel for you

instead ofmaking you feel shame…

if you weremy daughter

I would be your great defender

instead ofyour infector…

if you weremy daughter

I would have taught you to love yourself

instead ofnot…

if you were my daughter

I would have but I am not your mother

instead Iam no one’s mother…

I am simplya daughter

Passion Poet

2011-10-19T08:06:00.000-07:00

Alright it has been a week and I have not heard from anyone.
That is ok I know that the name of this blog does not affect your lives or mine really :-) .

However my mind has been stewing about this for a week and this morning in the shower "Passion Poet" came to me. I liked it immediately. As we drove out to Lawrence I ask Kris what she thought and she liked it too. So here we are.

I am still willing to take your suggestions and feedback about this title though so please feel free to comment.

By the way I am thinking about writing an ebook about my ghost stories and I am thinking about using this picture what do you think about the picture? And would you read the ebook?

Just random thoughts.
I should have a poem up soon.

Thank you for reading,

Poetic Me

2011-10-12T10:19:00.000-07:00

Hello Everyone;

I have a question for you all instead of a poem today.

Recently I have been thinking about this blog's name changes. Mostly how the name changes have illustrated my emotional evolution.

When I first started this blog I named it Writer of Some Wrongs, which is explains my URL name. But I soon found that title too limiting. For example what if I wanted to write about some rights would readers be disappointed if I changed from a theme of "wrongs" to a theme of "rights". Plus I did not want to just write about wrongs I wanted to have a place for my poetry, whatever form it can in, to go so I could share it.

So I chose Delaina's Poetic Rants as my title. Here is some of my reasoning for choosing this title. First, I was not sure what I wrote could actually be called poetry. I have not taken any classes that would hone any poetic skills I might have. So I felt to call the blog Delaina's Poems would open me up for attack as I didn't really now if what I write could be called poems. Yet, I felt like words that come from so deep within my heart could still be deemed poetic. I added "Rants" because that was a safe, in my mind, word to explain my passionate words, while still allowing me to point out injustices. Plus if my words were not poems they were at least rants.

In my mind, at least at the time, the title was a perfect fit for me and safe.

About two weeks ago I started asking myself if this title still worked for me. Because I am going through another emotional change. I had not answered my question when one of my readers asked me to consider changing the title to something else. Their reasoning was that the word "rant" has too many negative connotations. I am not sure how much I agree but I can see their point, and right now I am trying to get away from promoting too much negativity.

I should also add that I value this person's opinion so I am taking the request seriously.

Yet I am not sure what to change the blog title to. Do I just replace the world "rant" with another word with less negative meanings? Do I create a whole new title? After all the title of this post "Poetic Me" is not bad. But then do we attach to many meanings and emotions to the word "poetic"?

So I have decided to ask you all what you think this blog's title should be? What are your opinions? I won't make any promises that I will pick your title but I will seriously consider all suggestions.

Just leave your thoughts as a comment that way everyone can see them and respond to them. Hopefully, with your help, I can land on fantastic title that I can keep for a long time.

Thank you,
Delaina

Friends

2011-10-01T16:24:00.000-07:00

Friends

They are the gifts we giveourselves.

It is because of them wetake initiatives.

They are the light at adark and lonely tunnel’s end.

That is why we call themfriend.

They pull us up when weare down.

It is because of this, wewish for them to never frown.

They push us forward when weare afraid.

That is why, for them, ourlove and trust braid.

They expect nothing lessthan our best.

It is because of this thatwe are blessed.

They offer us their selvesand expect the same.

That is why, from them, wecannot refrain.

They have faith and, in us,believe.

This is why, tothem, we cleave.

They are an endless smilefor our incessant tears.

That is why we merit theircares.

They come and, yes, theymay go.

It is because of theirlove, we grow.

They are our friendswithout an end.

That is why we alltranscend.

Just Found Out

2011-03-29T07:02:00.000-07:00

Hello Everyone;

I just found out from one of my sisters yesterday that my cousin Teddi has cancer. So I also want to dedicate the earlier poem to Teddi as well as Ailene and my father.

Life is so short as it is, to have cancer taking lives away from us at such an early age seems as though death is cheating life.

We love you Teddi. Stay as strong as you can for as long as you can and know that you are loved.

~Delaina

Ailene

2011-03-03T06:00:00.000-08:00

Hello My Friends.

Life is a strange experience sometimes. It seems that when death comes close to us, our heart seems to be more aware of the value of life. Yet at the same time the impending sense of loss causes a lethargic feeling that seems to surround us. Or at least this is what it feels like to me.

Another friend is in the battle of her life against cancer. This rant is dedicated to her, while at the same time it is based in the loss of family and friends that has already been caused by cancer.

Is it Ever Enough?

Is it ever enough to want to hold on to our friends...

Is it ever enough to love…

Is it ever enough to lay claim to a human bond…

Before they slip away?

Is it ever enough to know a life existed…

Is it ever enough to share a laugh…

Is it ever enough to share a hug…

Before they slip away?

Is it ever enough to feel…

Is it ever enough to see…

Is it ever enough to hear…

Before they slip away?

Cancer, are the lives you claim ever enough…

are the souls you suck the life out of ever enough…

are tears shed in your wake ever enough…

Before you rip them out of our world?

Is it ever enough to live no matter how long the life…

Is it ever enough to give all that there is to give…

Is it ever enough to share all that there is to share…

Before they want to slip away?

Is it ever enough to try everything there is to try…

Is it ever enough to fight until there is no fight left…

Is it ever enough to abate the inevitable…

Before they want to slip away?

Is it ever enough to fight death…

Is it ever enough to strive for life…

Is it ever enough to want for peace…

Before they want to slip away?

Cancer, are the lives you claim ever enough…

are the souls you suck the life out of ever enough…

are tears shed in your wake ever enough…

Before you rip them out of our world?

Is life ever long enough?

When will enough be enough?

Ailene stay strong, stay focused, and stay as long as you can. We love you.

When your enough is enough know that you have touched and inspired many lives.

Love,

Delaina

Creativity

2010-11-22T15:45:00.000-08:00

Hello Everyone;

I know it has been a while since I have written a poem but my mind has been in many places.

One place it has been is in school. For one of my classes "Readers' Advisory" we are to hold a book discussion. The book is Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love.

One of my classmates had the role of finding author information which included this video.

I am sharing it with you all because I found it so refreshing, encouraging and in many ways my experience.

I hope you enjoy all 19 mins of it :-)

A Memory Dream

2010-09-29T07:15:00.000-07:00

To Da (the three year-old name I gave him)

A Memory Dream

I dreamt of you last night

I once wrote that your hands are what I would remember…

I dreamt not of a memory we shared

But a memory dream it was

The kind that draws attention to an internal hole, a missing soulleaves behind

I dreamt of you last night, not your hands

A memory dream

A memory that we never shared but an emotion in a familiar place

A song, a voice of an instrument– human and not

But a memory in dream form all the same

I dreamt of you last night and an emotion that we shared…

I dreamt of you last night

Of your passion that could, if you permit it, expose your youthfulheart

A memory dream of your passion for song of voices harmonizing in life

A memory dream of living creation – a song, a voice, a vocal release.

But a memory of a shared wide awake dream

I dreamt of you last night and of our shared passion for creating

I dreamt of you last night and our unrecognized passion

A memory dream that draws attention to a void

A memory dream that does not leave one empty

But rather a memory that reminds the dreamer the void was never there

I dreamt of you last night and found you resided in my dreams

I thought I would remember your hands

But I was wrong I rememberyour heart

1 Million 4 FINCA Campaign

2010-09-25T09:52:00.000-07:00

Please pardon this interruption in content but…

Hello Friends and Family;

Kris and I are supporters of the non-profit Foundation for International Community Assistance or FINCA. Kris’s uncle came up with the idea when he was in the Peace Corp. Here is a video that talks about the positive change that FINCA brings about in Uganda.

FINCA is a microcredit program that loans money to people in developing countries that earn two dollars or less a day. The loans are given to people (mostly women) who have a skill, a small business, or a plan that needs capital to expand their livelihoods. For example women that mend clothes can, with the loan, buy a sewing machine so that they can make more money to support their family. 98% of the loans that go out are paid back which cycle back into more loans.

The 15^th of November is FINCA’S Anniversary and they need your support. In order to help FINCA help others Kris and I are trying to raise one million dollars $25 at a time.

You can be a part of the One Million 4 FINCA Campaign by going to this website:

http://budurl.com/1m4finca and donating $25 or more if you can.

Also please ask your friends and family to be a part of the One Million 4 FINCA Campaign.

You can show the world that we can do more than make funny videos viral…with your help we can make giving, compassion, and positive change viral as well.

$25 dollars really can change the world and you can be a part of that change.

Thank you for your support,

Kristin & Delaina

Monday's Poem

2009-07-13T12:27:00.000-07:00

The Miracles of Love

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like passion shared by lovers
Like apprehension shared by friends
Like concern shared by parents

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we are ignorant

We all walk across the earth
As if its sole design was for our individual needs
Thus we feel alone

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like living with less so that others can live
Like leading by example instead of ruling by oppression
Like fighting for the rights of others despite disagreement

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we are vulnerable

We all walk across the earth
As if our own ideals and values should apply to others
Thus we are blind to our own coercion

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like appreciation not tolerance
Like support not judgment
Like forgiveness not blindness

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we neglect

We all walk across the earth
As if our purpose is the only justification
Thus we are susceptible to our flaws

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like the acknowledgment that we all need approval
Like the determination that we all need substance
Like the recognition that we all share in life

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we are fragile

We all walk across the earth
As if we have not a care in the world
Thus we forget to care for one another

The miracles of love take many forms:
This is why we must share passion for each other
This is why we must appreciate each other
This is why we must be concerned for each other

Thus the miracle of love will be the peace we find with each other

Response Poem

2009-07-10T05:13:00.000-07:00

Summer 2009

2009 What a year we thought it would be,
New president
New hope,
Awareness of diverse abilities yet...

2009
What a year it could have been.
It is like a birthday, I guess another year has passed
but do we feel any different from last year?
Do we act any different than we did last year?

2009
Education undervalued and underfunded.
Libraries under threat from ignorance,
Children kicked out of pools because of the color of their skin
Graves of love ones turned to mass graves to make a profit.

2009
What a year it could have been.
Not only have we not learned to value knowledge
We have not learned to value life.

2009
We know how to dine
but we are not fine.

Hello world

2009-07-09T19:54:00.000-07:00

As Tony Robbins would say "today is someday." Meaning that we put things off saying someday I will get to it. Well world...today is my someday.

I sit here in my not so quiet rage disturbed by the hatred and disrespect that we as human beings seem to share for each other. Today is the day is my "someday." Fear has always gripped at my hands stifling my voice. But I will no longer by silenced by my fears that my words are not good enough. I will no longer be afraid to speak the emotion that I feel. Life is short and in my opinion we spend far to much of our short lives speaking ill, participating in mean humor, and hurting or worse killing each other.

You may ask... if you find this blog floating around in cyberspace...Why now?...What of all of the horrible things that have happened since her birth why now does she speak?

Well to be completely honest it was not one event. Rather it was the build-up. The build-up of anger, of frustration, of disappointment in me, in you, in all of us that make up the society that I live in as well as the global society that we all live in.

Yes there was an event that happened today that provoked my action. To use the expression "the straw that broke the camel's back" it was the news stories on the Nightly News (NBC) [7-9-09] that broke my heart. Again it was not just tonight's stories but they were the last straw my quiet soul could take.

Why now... because I expect more. I expect more from myself. I expect more from my society. I expect more nation. I expect more from the world. I expect more from you, from us.

HINT:The division of us/them is unachievable, unhelpful, and suicidal . Until we recognize that the us/them organization of the world is disastrous, we will never be whole as a species.

So do not mistake this anger, this frustration, this disappointment as a war of words. It is my plea for humanity to wake-up. To do better. To behave better. After all in societies we count on each other to play by the rules that is why we set boundaries. These boundaries are set to build trust but not to strip the basic ideals of freedom away from each other.

Whether you are rich or poor or any income bracket in between. Whether you are black or white or any spectrum of color in between, I hope you read this blog.It will not be perfect. I am not perfect. But I am passionate that the world we live in would be a better place if we all practiced showing each other more respect and valued human life a little more.