Tag Archives: beauty

Lovely

14 Feb

Lovely

I see her glide across the room
As if she floats on air
Waves of calmness flowing through
Her silky, amber hair

She sees me peering through left eye
(The right one’s still asleep)
She smiles sweetly and it still
Does make my heartbeat leap

I grunt and groan and lay back down
And wait for aches to pass
As is with every morning
My tank just has no gas

I hear the door open again
And Sweetness brings to me
Something healthy to kick-start
My engine, gluten free!

It’s a bowl of cereal
Chock full of oats and grains
So that I won’t have to add
To my list “stomach pains”

I tell her, “Thanks for cooking” and
She laughs at my remark
Not sarcastic, cynical
Or uncouth, rowdy bark

But a cute giggle, the kind
Only a kid enjoys
Followed by clearing her throat
To regain her poise

She walks up to the mirror to
Get ready for her day
She doesn’t need much makeup since
Beauty’s her natural way

As I eat and wait for all
My joints to activate
I cannot help but notice her
So long and slender trait

Toned, long legs peek out from under
Bathrobe that she wears
I feel a swell of pride to know
About her health she cares

She’s always worked so hard to keep
Herself in tip-top shape
(It’s just a bonus that it often
Leaves my mouth agape)

I hear a crack within her knee
As she walks from the mirror
Just like mine, our kindred joints
Make us feel a bit nearer

As she dresses, I think how
Fortunate is my life
To have a thoughtful lady such as
Her to call my wife

I finish oats and swing my legs
Off of the bed and stand
Having fuel to burn makes it
Easier to command

My unsteady, unbalanced bones
To start off this day’s quest
Thanks, Sweetness, for all you do
To make me feel so blessed

                                ~Miro

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A Word of Thanks

1 Nov

A Word of Thanks

I’d like to take a moment to express my gratitude to all of the readers here on WordPress for their wonderful comments. I’ve seen the words “beautiful” and “powerful” used to describe my writing so many times here. I can’t express fully how much it means to see someone have the courage to say that out loud (or in print, I guess). For many years I felt compelled to follow the Way of the Warrior before I even knew it by that name. Concepts like honor, integrity, grace, selflessness, courage and beauty have always been driving motivators in my life, and there have been many people who have either failed to recognize, or doubted and accused me of not being genuine. The naysayers played a huge part in my seeking out and discovering the Way of the Warrior as well. It’s a path blazed in solitude, and it flies in the face of the comfortable, traditional and popular concepts many people choose to adhere to like cliques, groups, churches and cults. I took the concept of “surround yourself with the people you want to be like and cut out the ones who are negative, pessimistic and selfish” to the extreme and needless to say, it’s resulted in far fewer texts, e-mails and cell phone calls. 🙂 

I’ve never needed anyone to tell me that what I was doing was “powerful” or “beautiful” because *I* knew it, and that was enough for me. However, it is nice to know I’m not completely alone. It’s lovely to see another person every once in a while when you’re roaming the desert in solitude, no? 🙂  Although in the words of Heraclitus, 10 in every 100 shouldn’t even be here and 80 are just targets, it’s reassuring to see some fighters and sometimes even a Warrior drop by this blog. It’s nice to know you’re out there roaming too.

Thank you for gracing me with your own power and beauty.

~Miro

Watering Flowers

15 Sep

“There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.”  ~Robert Brault

Watering Flowers

There was a flower named Woman
Who, much like other flowers
Needed watering to bloom
But the name of these showers

Were “compliment” and “gratitude”
“Acknowledgement” and “praise”
These simple words of kindness made
This flower’s petals raise

Unfortunate to say the least
That there were very few
Who made the effort to water
These flowers so they grew

The thought was silly to most men
Who felt abashed to say
Anything that would help these
Flowers bloom all the way

Or if they didn’t think it silly
Then they were afraid
That despite good intentions, the
Flower would be dismayed

Harassment, innuendo, or
Some other type of tease
Said only to get something
So they themselves could please

One truth about the world is that
There are so few who speak
Words that are not intended
To be a harsh critique

There are so few who compliment
That any flattery
Will almost always be taken
With elation and glee

“You look nice today,” “I love
What you’ve done with your hair”
“You have a lovely smile,” few men
Ever seem to dare

“You’re beautiful,” “You’re gorgeous,”
“You are stunning,” “You’re so cute”
Every man can say these things
But most of them are mute

But pay attention if you have
The guts to say these things
You men, look closely, see what kind of
Radiance it brings

To Woman’s face when she’s watered
With this kind of affection
The pure smile, the joyful eyes
And rosy, warm complexion

So speak up, men, be Warriors
Not just with swords and spears
But with your words which can be liquid
Life to Woman’s ears

                                                 ~for Luana

Angel In My Bed

7 Jul

Angel in my Bed

Some days I battle through much hell
But each morning’s the same
I wake up, turn and see an angel
Who helps me reclaim

Some strength, some grace, some belief that
There’s beauty still on Earth
Her peaceful slumber always gives me
Some much needed mirth

I see her still serenity
And feel a wave of peace
I’m grateful to have one person
Who makes my calm increase

She’s like a peaceful lake or a
Perfect golden sunset
In her presence I feel no stress
No worry, doubt or fret

It makes me take a moment to
Appreciate the grace
That still exists in this cynical
Negative, snide place

And it inspires me to show
The same grace on my quest
When I go outside and am put
To the world’s rigid test

An angel in my bed each morning
Always helps remind
That beauty sleeps beside me before
I’m off to the grind

                            ~Miro

Watering Flowers

14 Apr

“There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.”  ~Robert Brault

Watering Flowers

There was a flower named Woman
Who, much like other flowers
Needed watering to bloom
But the name of these showers

Were “compliment” and “gratitude”
“Acknowledgement” and “praise”
These simple words of kindness made
This flower’s petals raise

Unfortunate to say the least
That there were very few
Who made the effort to water
These flowers so they grew

The thought was silly to most men
Who felt abashed to say
Anything that would help these
Flowers bloom all the way

Or if they didn’t think it silly
Then they were afraid
That despite good intentions, the
Flower would be dismayed

Harassment, innuendo, or
Some other type of tease
Said only to get something
So they themselves could please

One truth about the world is that
There are so few who speak
Words that are not intended
To be a harsh critique

There are so few who compliment
That any flattery
Will almost always be taken
With elation and glee

“You look nice today,” “I love
What you’ve done with your hair”
“You have a lovely smile,” few men
Ever seem to dare

“You’re beautiful,” “You’re gorgeous,”
“You are stunning,” “You’re so cute”
Every man can say these things
But most of them are mute

But pay attention if you have
The guts to say these things
You men, look closely, see what kind of
Radiance it brings

To Woman’s face when she’s watered
With this kind of affection
The pure smile, the joyful eyes
And rosy, warm complexion

So speak up, men, be Warriors
Not just with swords and spears
But with your words which can be liquid
Life to Woman’s ears

                                                 ~for Luana

Chemical Beauty

13 Oct


Chemical Beauty

Lipstick, mascara
Some blush on the cheeks
Hair curled and tousled
With highlights and streaks

Bright red nail polish
And long fake eyelashes
Bleached teeth that blind
When their smile flashes

Some girls work so hard
To accentuate
Their natural beauty
To increase heart rate

To arouse and enliven
The men in their lives
These sweethearts and girlfriends
And partners and wives

Paint themselves up
And in doing so hide
Themselves with every
Cosmetic applied

With every brow tweezed
With every grey dyed
With every injection
Their true selves they hide

Some take it further
Go under the knife
To cling to their beauty
They’ll endure much strife

The saying “skin deep”
Is quite apropos
A fitting way to
Describe those shallow

Concerned with the surface
With what the eyes see
Myself? I prefer
The ones who are free

The ones confident
To wear their true face
To see blemishes
And not try erase

To embrace their wrinkles
The strands of grey hair
To not care if men
Will notice and stare

The ones who know that
The kind of men who
Just care how you look
Do not have a clue

On how to look deep
And see what’s within
They’re not after heart
They’re just after skin

So next time you stand
In front of the mirror
Holding that lipstick
Lean a bit nearer

Take a look closer
At what you are covering
Look close enough
And you’ll be discovering

You’re using the products
Of companies that
Want you to think
Your beauty is flat

That you need accents
And highlights and blush
To make all the men
Excited and gush

The truth is there’s nothing
As beautiful as
The confidence that
A warrior has

The feeling that she
Doesn’t need factories
To make products that
Will help her appease

Nothing’s as gorgeous
As women who know
They’re pretty enough
To makeup forgo

The stunning ones who
This wisdom do reap:
That chemical beauty’s
Only skin deep

                         Miro

Lovely

10 Aug

Lovely

I see her glide across the room
As if she floats on air
Waves of calmness flowing through
Her silky, amber hair

She sees me peering through left eye
(The right one’s still asleep)
She smiles sweetly and it still
Does make my heartbeat leap

I grunt and groan and lay back down
And wait for aches to pass
As is with every morning
My tank just has no gas

I hear the door open again
And Sweetness brings to me
Something healthy to kick-start
My engine, gluten free!

It’s a bowl of cereal
Chock full of oats and grains
So that I won’t have to add
To my list “stomach pains”

I tell her, “Thanks for cooking” and
She laughs at my remark
Not sarcastic, cynical
Or uncouth, rowdy bark

But a cute giggle, the kind
Only a kid enjoys
Followed by clearing her throat
To regain her poise

She walks up to the mirror to
Get ready for her day
She doesn’t need much makeup since
Beauty’s her natural way

As I eat and wait for all
My joints to activate
I cannot help but notice her
So long and slender trait

Toned, long legs peek out from under
Bathrobe that she wears
I feel a swell of pride to know
About her health she cares

She’s always worked so hard to keep
Herself in tip-top shape
(It’s just a bonus that it often
Leaves my mouth agape)

I hear a crack within her knee
As she walks from the mirror
Just like mine, our kindred joints
Make us feel a bit nearer

As she dresses, I think how
Fortunate is my life
To have a thoughtful lady such as
Her to call my wife

I finish oats and swing my legs
Off of the bed and stand
Having fuel to burn makes it
Easier to command

My unsteady, unbalanced bones
To start off this day’s quest
Thanks, Sweetness, for all you do
To make me feel so blessed

                                Miro