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Welcome Back!

18 Nov

Welcome Back!

I’ve always made an effort to keep
In contact with friends
But sometimes that constant effort
Feels lopsided and ends

There have been many who, through years
Have only waited for
Me to put the first foot forward
And walk through the door

“Welcome back!” I hear them say
When I broadcast again
“Haven’t seen or heard from you
Since, oh, I don’t know when!”

But I don’t feel like I’ve been gone
I’ve been here all along
Though they think I have been silent
I’ve been singing my song

The vast majority to which
I speak to will reply
“Welcome back!” because they’re so
Used to saying goodbye

But there’s a handful of true friends
Who do reciprocate
And never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they do not wait

They never wonder, “Where you been?”
Because they make the call
Because they send the note
No matter how minor or small

They are the Alex’s and Sue’s
The Richard’s and Gab-May’s
The ones who do not just reply
They’re warriors who say

“Hello!’ and are not just an audience
Waiting for more
They never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they don’t ignore

The effort that it takes to be
A true friend and maintain
To nurture, sustain, prolong and
No fear enters their brain

No doubt if they should bother and
No shyness to speak up
No laziness to take a drive
And chat over a cup

I do appreciate the “Welcome Back!”’s
That I receive
But know that silently I say
Each time, “I didn’t leave”

Still here, still breathing
Still pounding my warrior chest
Still conquering my pain, still pondering
Still feeling blessed

Still singing, still snarling, still showing
My fierce razor fangs
My feather quill still writes and my
Steel sword still swings and clangs

I simply take a side step and
Remove myself from stage
Still here, just not under spotlight
Off to the side I wage

So ask yourself, next time you tell
An old friend, “Welcome back!”
Were they really gone or did you
Not pick up the slack?

Are you a friend who doesn’t wait
Or audience on hold
Do you wait and say, “Welcome back!”
Or do you act more bold?

                               ~Miro

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You’ll Have To Kill Me

18 Sep
You’ll Have To Kill Me
 
There was a Warrior named Peace
The irony was grand
Other’s threats would not surcease
Fore he would take a stand
 
There would be those who’d warn of pain
But Peace said, “Not enough
Unless it’s death, it’s all in vain”
He’d boldly call their bluff
 
“Financial ruin!” some would crow
But Peace would then retort
“While I still breathe there is no woe”
Those threats young Peace would thwart
 
Time and time again they’d try
To strike fear in his soul
But Peace would never quake or cry
He’d dare a tougher goal
 
“You’ll have to kill me” he would give
A warning of his own
“You’ll win when I no longer live
When I am dust and bone”
 
And this is how young Peace did learn
That cowards don’t spill blood
They do not fight or cut or burn
Each threat is just a dud
 
Words used to intimidate
The comfort-addled weak
Quick to threaten, scold, berate
And dishearten the meek
 
But when a Warrior does raise
The stakes to death and life
These threateners are in a daze
So few unsheathe their knife
 
What they desire has low cost
They’re unwilling to pay
The price of fury and exhaust
To get their selfish way
 
Times have changed and very few
Are called to pay that price
They’ll use just words to threaten you
But never will they slice
 
They’ll talk and talk but never pound
They’ll urge but never slit
In idle threats no one has drowned
At least, no one with grit
 
                       ~Miro

The Lion Lord

16 Mar

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The Lion Lord

Every hundred years, four towns would send their very best
To meet on Mount Censura, the volcano in the west
The Lion Town sent Animus, the Warrior strong and brave
The Monkey Town sent Plumbeus from depths of their dark cave

The Bird Town sent Ignavus from the tops of towering trees
And Fish Town sent old Bardus from rivers that crash and freeze
The four beasts all set out but soon old Bardus did turn back
Up the river he spotted a small hungry wolf pack

From high above, Ignavus saw the old fish swim back home
“Good idea,” the bird exclaimed, turned back and ceased to roam
Plumbeus swung by vines to reach the mountaintop first
He looked around and saw no one, then stormed off as he cursed
“Drat it all, I must have taken the wrong path out there”
And tried to return home but was eaten by a red bear

Animus arrived with cuts and scratches on his face
He looked around and saw no soul did occupy this place
He waited only moments ‘fore he growled loud and bold
“I’ve come, I’ve conquered, show yourself before I do grow old!”

No reply was heard and so the lion walked to edge
Of the volcano, bared his fangs, and made this gravely pledge:
“If you wish to gather forest’s best, I recommend
You be prepared to match the iron will that I expend!”

“I judge you to be lacking despite all your heat and steam
I see no evidence of why I should hold you supreme!”
Brave Animus then turned and walked back down the mountain side
Only then did a voice boom with laudatory pride

“Animus, you are the best amongst your four great breeds
I do bestow the honor of ‘Lord’ for all your brave deeds”
Animus did not stop, only chuckled and then sneered
“I need no coronation from one who is not revered”

“WHAT?!” the voice boomed with great rage, “How dare you challenge me!?”
“I dare, no more needs to be said, I dare, do you not see?
I dare to follow my instincts instead of asking for
Directions and advice from those who have a weaker roar”

“COME BACK!” the mountain voice did boom, “Come face me with no fear!”
But Animus continued down because it was quite clear
That further distance he created, braver voice became
Not a peep when at its maw, yet now it was aflame

The mountain boomed, “No one this year will win the prize of best!
Not one of you are worthy and no town will now be blessed!”
The lion chuckled to himself, “A hollow accolade”
“I’ll pass on mystic garlands and rely on my own blade”

On his way back to his home, his path crossed with the fierce, red bear
“A monkey for my breakfast and for dinner, lion’s share!”
Animus did not retreat, he bared his claws and fangs
“Today you die because you can’t control your hunger pangs”

The beasts battled ‘till both were red but only one heart beat
The next day, Animus arrived back home and took a seat
The lions gathered ’round and asked, “Did you win the award?”
“The mountain did have much to say, and all of it ignored”

The lions gasped at Animus, how dare he speak so blunt
About the feared Volcano which no sane beast would confront
“I judged the mountain to be lacking” Animus did say
“My own opinion is worth more than that of frightened prey”

Some lions outside cried in fear, “The red lava now flows!
You’ve doomed us all because of the insolence that you chose!”
They ran and cried and panicked, all lions except for one
Animus bared claws and fangs and did refuse to run

“Come and earn respect for once, you mythic, tired bore!”
And mountain and the Lion Lord engaged in their great war
A hundred years later when mountain pondered the last trial
The thought of fearless Animus’ barrage brought a smile

                                 ~Miro

The Riddle of Fear

13 Mar

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The Riddle of Fear

What has no hands but grips you tight and squeezes out your grit?
What whispers warnings in your ear and makes you lose all wit?
What has no fangs yet bites down hard and causes valor’s bleed?
What makes the indomitable spirit of man concede?

What has no form yet plagues your dreams at night and robs your sleep?
What cannot possess anything yet never stops to reap?
What tells you it cannot be done yet can’t bear any weight?
What dwells within your ponderings yet cannot contemplate?

What is the simplest foe to quell yet costs the highest fare?
What tangles men throughout their lives despite its brittle snare?
What keeps you on your knees and loyal, captive, victim, slave?
What only withdraws its cold grip moments before the grave?

What wastes a life and spawns regret and anguish, grief, concern?
What stifles your desires all life long, then makes you yearn?
What cruel and callous King rules over all the meek and frail?
What has no blade yet does behead and bludgeon and impale?

                                         ~Miro

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Boldness

16 Apr

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Crazy

21 Sep

Crazy

There once was a man who did walk
To his own beat so others did mock
They called him quite “crazy”
But he thought them quite lazy
Because of how they all did gawk

And pointed their fingers and laughed
And called him “way out there” and “daft”
But what they did not know
Is they did not bestow
Upon him not the slightest cool draft

Their chilly reception: ignored
Their insults left the man quite bored
He paid little attention
To all their apprehension
And did not care if he was adored

Years later he looked back and saw
That his “crazy” ways were not a flaw
Many times he was thrilled
And made him feel fulfilled
While the “non-crazies” looked on in awe

And they spoke about all he had done
Of the intriguing tale he had spun
How thinking outside box
And being crazy like fox
Had resulted in a life of fun

It was then that the man turned to crowd
Smiled widely and proudly avowed
“It’s all you that are nuts
For just sitting on butts
And not making your voice be heard loud”

“Though you may have thought I was quite weird
Though many of you laughed or sneered
Not once did I care
As I boldly did dare
To not let one thing ever be feared”

While the ones who called names had regret
The “crazy” man owed no such debt
‘Cause he was always true
To himself and his view
And did not let name-calling cause fret

                                                 ~Miro