This poem was obviously inspired by my wife (who was only a girlfriend at the time). She enjoys this poem a lot and it's probably my favorite so far that I've written because I'm a hopeless romantic.
Reliably Yours
Twas thy innocence what won
Mine passion with thee.
To others I am none,
But with thee I can be.
All days are unique,
When spent next to you.
I know naught but seek
Thine heart, through and through.
Thou art a fair princess,
Solely of noble intention.
Thy love for righteousness
Is worth an ample mention.
I feel as if I've known you
For forever and a day,
But I haven't found a clue
How to make thee stay.
I sense thy secret sorrow;
I feel it as a plea.
If only I knew by morrow,
So I might take thy pain from thee.
Thou sayest naught but tender love;
All thy words for me.
Praying to our God above:
“Will this end happily?”
Monday, August 23, 2010
Poetry: I'm Wrong
Because I am so enthralled by the art of placing one's words on paper for all to see, I am a large fan of poetry of all kinds. I like professional poetry but amatuer poetry is just as fascinating. I'm going to share a couple of my works that I have written and some new ones as I write them. Some are better than others and I'd love to read some works of anyone else who might be interested in sharing. This is my newest poem I wrote last night just before creating my blog.
I’m Wrong
I am wrong, wrong, and wrong once more
It seems as though my throat should sore
From being wrong much more and more
I can’t work out how I can end
My wronging streak that just won’t bend
So I can mouth a truth to send
Maybe its just cause I’m a man
Or possibly arrogance can
Let others know I’m wrong again
I understand words can thunder
Sometimes, although, I just wonder
Why my wrongness makes asunder
My wife alone attempts to know
Why I cannot speak truth and grow
Without wrongness feeding my flow
She says, “Don’t fear, I see your plot
And have discerned what you have sought
Its quite simple, woman you're not
And that alone is why you’re wrong.”
I’m Wrong
I am wrong, wrong, and wrong once more
It seems as though my throat should sore
From being wrong much more and more
I can’t work out how I can end
My wronging streak that just won’t bend
So I can mouth a truth to send
Maybe its just cause I’m a man
Or possibly arrogance can
Let others know I’m wrong again
I understand words can thunder
Sometimes, although, I just wonder
Why my wrongness makes asunder
My wife alone attempts to know
Why I cannot speak truth and grow
Without wrongness feeding my flow
She says, “Don’t fear, I see your plot
And have discerned what you have sought
Its quite simple, woman you're not
And that alone is why you’re wrong.”
Sunday, August 22, 2010
About Me
So this is my first blog and I'm quite excited to get this party started. So . . . right! About me . . . My full name is Chase Michael Miller and I hail from Millersburg, Ohio (Amish country). I'm twenty years old and happily married (I know, I'm young . . . I hear it a lot) to . . . well, my wife of course. Her name is Melissa and we met after high school working together at a Wal-Mart Subway (Ah . . . good times, good times). We recently moved to Wooster to further advance our lives towards what we expect we'll become and both go to separate colleges which I'll admit has it's advantages and disadvantages. I'm going to The University of Akron (the Wayne campus) right now and my major is English with a minor in Newswriting. To be completely honest I really wish to become a fantasy/fiction writer but I think I'm going to have to take a more reliable writing career path (Newspapers, magazines, etc.) until I actually become an author. So I believe that's a good enough explanation of who I am for now and I'm sure you'll get to know who I am a little better after I write a little more. See ya . . .
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