I am a budhha and i am the samurai
I am the sadhu the truth and the lie
I am the Brahma the Shakti and the sigh
I am the the sign the depth and in high
I am the day the night and the dusk
I am the cow, the ling and the husk
I am the lotus, the fish and the mire
And i am the brain, the thoughts and the wire
I am the Satva and I am the Tamas
I am the heat, the honey and the hamas
I am the fire, the ice and the steam
I am the thunder, the light and its beam
In doubts or decision or when you ask me
I am the He, Aham Brahmasmi!
Inspired by the countryside. We are blessed here in the United Kingdom as we have many gorgeous landscapes around us.
Nature is the best medicine
By Michelle Morris
23/09/2025
The verdant hills beckon me
Come closer and experience peace
Let our natural beauty comfort you
Ignite the very best of feeling
Feeling a sense of belonging
Feeling a sense of calm
Feeling a sense of wonder
Feeling nature's balm
Your Soul will never regret it
Your body will feel renewed
For nature is the best medicine
For me and for you
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Burn, Baby, Burn.
I was born in flames
In the screams
In the tears of despair
On grief that never healed
On bodies left broken
On shattered glass and empty hands
Just rage
And night
Burning through their eyes
I was born in fire
Burning with city fever
On July 14th
A night when time froze
Tweny-five hours.
No light
No mercy
Just blackout
A hole with no fireworks
A silence too loud
Dark night
Dark hearts
Cardiac sirens
No trace of kindness
The heroes hid
And “Son of Sam”
Yes, “Son of Sam”
The lover-slayer
Wrote love letters dipped in venom
His poetry
A slow, cruel burn
Each word
A loaded match
Each line
A whispered threat
But even then
Even there,
Something still breathed
I was born in flames
Between a siren’s scream
And a DJ’s scratch
Patching the universe
With stolen vinyl
And holy defiance
I was born in flames...
Aby M.
Let it be beautiful
I know you love me
I could see the fire in your eyes
Each time we are together
You never stop holding my hands
Always closer to me
You keep
Paying attention to my words and voice
I can feel love from your reaction
I can testify that you are down with me
So please my baby
keep this fire burning
Let it be beautiful
All the stars
Start to shine
When you are around
When you fate away
Their shine goes away
When you fate away
My heart goes away
Beloved,
I write to you from the marrow of silence,
where your name still claws the walls of my ribs.
Every breath I take is borrowed from your absence,
every shadow a telegram from your ghost.
I have pressed my lips against the memory of your throat,
tasting the dust that has replaced your laughter.
Do you remember when we shared a heart like contraband,
smuggling tenderness through the checkpoints of despair?
Now I light a candle to your vanished face,
its flame stuttering like a pulse that refuses resurrection.
If you return, even as ash,
I will call it love.
Shabby chic was her style
she paraded proud for all to see
~ work of art in motion
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
After a cold night of winter’s ice and snow, the morning brings a vibrant, sparkling show!
I love seeing the pretty white flying dove.
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the leaves
plummeting down
in spirited display
nature's kaleidoscope of hues
stunning
Beautiful Opal
Each stone is a work of art
Colourful rainbows
Copyright © KC. Leake
18th September 2025
All rights reserved
I feel and see your love—
how you tend to the world
that too often withholds return—
how even in your own storms
you reach outward,
checking the pulse of others
even as your own pain
pressures in.
Your resilience is not noise,
not the crash of waves,
but the quiet strength
of a butterfly—
purple softness catching light,
wings still fluttering
even when torn by fierce weather.
You remind me
that care is an art form—
in every animal you nurture,
in every friend you hold
from drifting away.
The poet within you,
the self you feel has dimmed,
is still alive—
strengthening others,
strengthening me.
I may not always say it,
but your presence steadies me—
your efforts do not go unseen.
You are valued—deeply—
today and always.
None of you has died—
you live yet still—
your love carried on every flower,
every heart
you land upon.
In Autumn chain edges destroy the trees' only air
She, while in their bark's raw breath infuse,
As if leaves underdone weren't truly everywhere
On Autumn's corset; within, her body's womb
A stolen breath
Gripped onto her corset
A leaf's first memory lasts first
The oak's years cut from giving her birth
She left in its ground spaces worth
falling for
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