AMM NextGen Poetry Spotlight: Miriam Lamb
The Emboldened One
By Miriam Lamb
Sparks of magic foretell,
elemental spirits circle the fairy ting,
spellbound forest,
speaks truth-encoded messages,
Prophecies revealed,
the telepathic knowing,
renewal- unforeseen healing,
the barren fields of yesteryear,
transform into lush rolling greenery,
healing grain, truth, and soul,
metamorphosis….
Gaia’s healing abilities restore.
The unheard one,
invalidated in all her might,
silent tears muted the hopes,
addictive passion, the only one,
garbage dumps surround slayed soul hope,
life force empty-closed, sheltered,
dampened with dank despair.
Ransacked by verbal graffiti,
The shredded psyche unforeseen,
prideful words,
speak distasteful volumes,
as they lose intended appeal.
The cords are shattered,
spirit cannot withstand,
even slightest banter,
regarding matters of the heart
Endurance and faith,
forgiveness and grace,
unseen force of the universe beckons,
the recooking to be continued,
understanding old stories of pain.
Stories beget transformation
universe’s healing guidance,
opens vast new doors,
whispering for to us to believe,
walk away with love-or restore,
when lost in the forest,
we can see beyond the trees.
Burned Middle Finger
By Miriam Lamb
The middle finger,
blessing’s curse,
protected the wounded soul,
futile attempt-saving inner rage,
sanatorium of ego-obliteration.
The knife stabs and slays,
the kindred other and you,
the finger kills the soul,
shattered heartbeat.
The finger obliterates the view,
light obscures the heart,
mind and spirit-disconnect,
until grace intervenes.
The middle finger,
effortless path to flee,
redemption cannot free,
the brain’s inner sanctum,
The split-egoic stare,
hopelessness-rage reigns,
clouded bubble burst,
banter in the shadow ensues.
The middle finger internalized,
the war within-the split,
who we fear the most,
Is what we are destined to be.
What we resist in others,
mirror revealing untrusted self,
pain body battered by untruths,
sacred soul’s naive trust shattered,
Rage ensues-the poison dartboard,
middle finger of the world,
deadens Gaia’s heartbeat,
masses follow the lead,
or perish in the harbinger of demise.
The middle finger,
the claws removed alas,
urge to ignore inner hopes,
ceases like a stalled vehicle,
transported into portal of authenticity.
The middle finger,
reaches its expiration date,
with divinity,
flames engulf the soul’s illness,
slayed finger and ashes remain,
The harbinger of the inner child,
The birthright of authenticity reigns.
Graffiti Becomes Sunflowers
By Miriam Lamb
The war within,
egoic pride true and tried,
inner child wounded,
tears and black eyes.
Words become graffiti,
when they strike,
like a venomous snake
ungracefully wounding,
empathic connected others,
…like the unsuspecting twin soul.
Billboards of hate,
graffiti transcends stardom,
rampant hatred, collective shame,
insecurity rages,
inner demons ensue.
Bombs strike with incredulous might,
venomous snake-leaders frigid souls.
graffiti words-disdainful heart,
egocentric cult of one, millions perish.
Thousands of years,
burial despair, collective graves,
erases collective pure truth,
bombing the universal heart,
The most unsuspected source,
of angelic origin,
obliterates the graffiti psyche,
In Divine order,
revealing the authentic core,
ripe with knowing-the higher self.
Graffiti of the mind,
reveals inner child reintegration,
hopes of reconnection,
reveals truth of sorrow,
little boy with black eyes,
invites the girl to the dance,
no alternatives of future fist strikes.
The prince can embrace his princess,
divine masculine/feminine restored,
the pool of life reflection,
dark journey through,
the unsuspecting cave,
sheds the snake of innermost fears,
the need for bruises and black eyes disappears.
The battered boy, now the leader,
optimistic hopes,
overdue reunited optimism,
the new world order,
Gaia’s beating heart,
not the bombs that destroy her.
Pull the shakes and weeds out,
reveal chakras of truth,
the cluttered individual,
or collective brain renewed.
Restoration of the seeds of hope,
vast forests ensue,
old growth beacons of wisdom ….
endure and heal.
Walk through momentary confusion,
healing chambers await,
inner work is paramount,
the aha moment of soul retrieval,
Dark night of the soul,
reveals the sun’s rays,
black holes engulf hate,
roulette wheels of risky words,
lifted from the lightning strikes,
poisoning the collective and individual soul.
Sunflowers emerge out of graffitied legacies,
the dirt of renewal,
transformative quality,
sun’s rays and diligent rain,
the healing grain bathes the soul,
erases eons of ancestral pain.
Multi-generational legacies of pain must stop with us.
love is the only force which reigns…..
The Fear is Now Om
By Miriam Lamb
The fear transmutes,
relinquished pain,
words of blind hatred,
beloved trusted other,
spat on hope lusted dreams.
The tiger reigned the day,
predatory hopeless encounter,
words graffitied my soul,
accusations of vile distrust.
The stalker you see in me,
a mirror….
reflection of your hidden truth,
actions of yesterday’s tomorrow,
in dreamland, another you is revealed.
The aspect of inner child hopes,
pain seized the day,
couldn’t seize your dreams,
shattered hope begets, demonic words.
The world sees you,
passionate dreamer, bon artiste.
hidden, the back stabber,
draped beneath the authentic soul.
You slayed the loved one,
confidante- the one who didn’t judge,
the mesmerized one,
trustful trooper,
ready for the onset of act 2.
The new you revealed,
shamanic warrior, the chosen one,
the healer’s ancient grace,
wise sage refutes untruths,
masculine purveyor of truth.
The feminine renewed,
pain that slayed the spirit,
apology and action the only way,
crown the deserving queen.
She gracefully meanders,
brisk walk to new terrain,
vengeful encounters,
the waltz of the past.
Codependent princess,
now treasures herself,
the waiting game the past lore,
narcissistic stingray,
buried in Gaia’s core.
The heart renewed,
daggers removed,
heart open stark inquiry,
transformation extinguished; the predator unleashed.
the two sages reunion,
multigenerational pain,
stark transformation rekindles,
the sacred rekindling.
The fear is now Om,
shatter pieces, transformative mosaic,
non authentic whispers the past,
once lost in the labyrinth,
the circle is now complete.
