Tim Miner's Musings

Credits: Pixabay I met an owl Perched, mute, afoul. Her stare, my going further, no, Plume combed and chic, though cold the night; Her eyes flamed, alight Talons clung on dear wood Startled was her mood. I watched the owl, Flat-faced, homely, prowl Swooped down the bore, of its tree store; Gorged out a mole’s heart, too; Blood-bathed the trunks, though twice as big as her, yielded to The fatal duel, with feeble paw fights. The mirror says, ‘Behold, a flake!’ Sifting through scripts in the receding moonlight. Framed with geek eyeglasses, a’ fake, dreaming. Where, an owl flapped at his window, Like conjured up witches from limbo. Demurely, I looked at the owl From the swarthiness of her psyche, saw a soul inside Fiery that it frightened; deep, wise, wide, Yearning to hoot the night away Nature bid a tame messenger stay Harping clear intuitive words woven into silent chords ‘You must be one of us, easy, make no fuss.’ ...

Credit: Pixabay Screeches, blaring horns, rambling vehicular traffic Frightens, I have seen many a crushes, careless; Car and body mangled. Flesh minced, all and gory. Senseless. Seen homes, shops razed; reduced to ashes and cinder. A people weeded out, dispossessed of their lands by cabal developers; Faceless privates they are called, Shameless. Great churches with graying walls of truth Thick, round masonry and domed Reverberating with choirs of politicians Gyrating around altars and tithe barns, maleficent. And in public squares singing deceitful refrains and party lies, How low can we sink, fealty? Lo and behold, brother, The reprehensible Fire of greed that burns tons of smokeless anthracite coals; Pillages public coffers, bleeding our small economic strength away. Betrayal! The streets we walk, the grounds we till are Imbrued in blood. Bloodbaths of people thine hands slit Their throats. Innocents whose Massacres are sc...