Good Poetry
Miranda MacNeill
Miranda MacNeill
What’s good is gold
The icing on the cake
Can the gloom bloom?
Has all men lost their sake
Has the mad hatter sat down?
The point is…
Yes, it can hurt to know
Yes, breathing is trust
The show is here
You’ll have to go on, it’s a must
When one defines straightends
Not caring about the razor sharpness
On both ends
Stay present, close your mind
Count to 10
Let the blood flow
Let nothing but your heart know
Oxygen is divine
Take considerate notice
Lose exhaustion, not mental focus
Has the cost of life bestowed you?
Is the deep, invasive - scary?
The illuminati disillusions that appear
Does spring and summer sting?
Have the nerves settled in…
What’s necessary is your willingness
Showering your people with love
Being a person of boldness and love
Taming fire
Letting yourself be fine
Doing a good job in believing
Achieving
Fleeting not inconclusively
While, gazing at the roaming stardust