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.

An Introvert's Tengo

An Introvert’s Tango

A dance of lovers and of foe

In the end only emotion knows

Face to face we are neither

The embrace encircles our soul

Our tango is more of the Queer

Neither one wants to lead…

Nor to follow,

Hence the dance of soul begins unclear

Our words lead, our actions follow

The current slow like our undertones

The action quick with uncertainty

This is… an introvert’s tango

One and then another arrastre

Pushing or guiding, not sure who’s has the lead

Our souls move first

Their foundations follow as in poetry

Our heart’s gain awareness in our stance

our fears, wares and of tears bygone…

And how they caused the soul to bend

The soul heals in the art of dance

The lead and follow

Is neither control or Queer

The push and pull

Is neither forced or malo

Just an introvert’s tango

The Soul

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 the color of skin

There is no color spectrum of which to be

The soul does not have eyes 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

The Fall

The once vibrant with life

The once green, open full to catch the sun

The once high, holding up the sky

Now a golden bronze of slumbering death

The tips are curled as if burned

The wind stirs the branches high

The once secured looses hold

A dance of spins and twirls begin

A quick spin slowed to a float

Lift and fall, rock right then left,

Until the fallen comes to rest

lie prone in death, among the rest

Once protector from the sun

Now a blanket for the ground

Even in your death you shelter life

If You Were My Daughter

*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 every stage of your life…

  if you were my daughter

I would have played show and tell with my love for you

  instead of leaving you to impress me…

  if you were my daughter

I would have made you laugh

  instead of hushing you…

  if you were my daughter

I would have kissed all of scrapes and bruises away

  instead of causing them…

  if you were my daughter

I would have praise all of your achievements

  instead of ignoring your success…

  if you were my daughter

I would have cried with you

  instead of telling you, you deserved it…

  if you were my daughter

I would have nurtured your special spirit…

  instead of envying you

  if you were my daughter

I would have thrown you a freedom party

  instead of blaming you for the divorce…

  if you were my daughter

I would have seen your children as perfect in everyway

  instead of filling your heart with doubt and worry…

  if you were my daughter

I would let you know the pride I feel for you

  instead of making you feel shame…

  if you were my daughter

I would be your great defender

  instead of your infector…

  if you were my daughter

I would have taught you to love yourself

  instead of not…

  if you were my daughter

I would have but I am not your mother

  instead I am no one’s mother…

  I am simply a daughter   

Passion Poet

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

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

Friends

They are the gifts we give ourselves.

It is because of them we take initiatives.

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

That is why we call them friend.

They pull us up when we are down.

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

They push us forward when we are afraid.

That is why, for them, our love and trust braid.

They expect nothing less than our best.

It is because of this that we are blessed.

They offer us their selves and expect the same.

That is why, from them, we cannot refrain.

They have faith and, in us, believe.

This is why, to them, we cleave.

They are an endless smile for our incessant tears.

That is why we merit their cares.

They come and, yes, they may go.

It is because of their love, we grow.

They are our friends without an end.

That is why we all transcend.

Just Found Out

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

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

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

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 soul leaves 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 youthful heart

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 remember your heart

1 Million 4 FINCA Campaign

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