Upliftments with You at Heart and in Mind
Hopes satisfied
Dreams awakened
I wish you all the best today
and always
Sacred peace
Clarity of mind
Sound discernment
Wisdom beyond your years
in such times
Avenues to excel in
Delights of worthy sort
Fulfillment in life
and a secure
and confident heart
Genuine friends to share your journey
the capacity to forgive
and willingness to live and let live
Guidance when needed
Answered prayers
with every God ordained provision,
love allowed fruition
May you be endowed and
enriched plentifully abounding
in each fruit of the Spirit
• love
• joy
• peace
• patience
• kindness
• goodness
• faithfulness
• gentleness
• self-control
Patience and protection
and the will to stand back up be
that in any time you so happen
experience a fall in life
An ear to recognize times
for shifts or new directions
Strength and a path led in wholesome pleasantries
Goodness and mercy following thee
all the days of your life. Blessings
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Thoughtfully dedicated to my loving son...
You claim to hate math, but you love division;
Subtracting peace with every calculated decision.
You multiply chaos like it's long addition;
And solve for drama with precise precision.
You divide the bond that once made us whole;
Splitting unity just to satisfy your greedy soul.
You can’t balance love if conflict is the lenses you see your vision.
You’ll never find truth in division, till you divide your own illusion.
A man was once Jung at heart
His dreams set him apart
He tapped the collective unconscious
People thought him preposterous
So he channelled his visions through art.
Put on a silly face
stay a while to laugh and giggle
~ age is an arbitrary number
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Like the dead in a grave lays
my buried desires in my heart stays,
like the waters in a frozen lagoon
unable to break out of my cocoon.
Whom am I in the endless plot of fate?
Your perfect perfection used as bait.
Whom am I to reject perfection’s grace,
Amidst my turmoil in karma’s embrace.
I sought not, yet there you stood,
A calm in my storm, I never understood.
You were the answer to my whispers unheard,
A soft light to which my shadow was led.
An eternity I proclaimed to all,
And yet the stars foretold my fall.
Neither a mistake nor surprise,
Just karma playing a master of disguise.
I held your presence like borrowed time,
Too precious for my touch yet too real to define.
In your arms time froze,
And from those shards dreams rouse,
Pulled apart not by will but by fate,
To only soul that made me feel sane,
Even when I wander ,even alone,
You will forever be my home.
May we be blessed as we age
before this world it’s our time to depart…
that the wrinkles which inevitably find their way upon our skin
never find their way into our heart.
shrouds of mint spring breeze, blackbirds lilt, red rose hue’d splurge, my budding heart blooms
Play while you can
Have time in life
Play like a child.
Appreciate life
While you are young
Enjoy while you can.
Keep prime of youth
Enrich the mind
Keep the heart beat.
Believe in love
Keep it alive
Keep it burning.
You smell like an unfamiliar address, and
I look like a stranger with perpetual eyes
I wait for the rain like I wait for you
in mid-July, but it's summer now.
You look like a poem, and I sound
like a song; long stolen. I write letters
addressed to unfamiliarity
and blame you for everything else
I'm still nine at heart, getting lost
with people around. You're twenty-six years away
searching for me in a different crowd.
If I didn't look like a stranger, perhaps
You would've found me by now.
I still taste half rotten and blame you for
everything else.
This was inspired by: Mike Gentile
His poem is entitled : Confessions Of A Youngster, At Heart
Whoever thought one day I'd let my hair go gray and walk with a sway
"They are only laughter lines" I told myself, disregarding a wrinkle in time.
I promised to be one of those ladies who would look suave at sixty five,
but when you see me walk down the isle, I cannot hide that lombar slide.
I will wear dresses of fresh linen with only leather belts that buckle,
and when my shaky hands refuse to still, I'll blame it on my knuckles !
When I looked into the mirror then,... all I saw was a pretty girl,
but now I see two kindly eyes and a memory impearled !
I rise at 6 and retire at 9, I sleep on my side for the one I adore,
lovie says that when I snore, it sounds like a lion's roar !
I am happy with my life,
and although I lose my train of thought sometimes,
I still wake up every morning feeling grateful,
that I am still able to dress, to the nines...
I swore I’d never let myself get old
That time and I would always be good friends
It’s all just attitude is what I’m told
Well, tell that to my broke back as it bends
I swore I’d never go to bed at nine
The nightlife that I knew would always be
To dance ’til dawn would always be just fine
Well, tell that to my swollen, creaky knee
And yes, I’ll always dress like Brummell, Beau
A tux, a tie to trot around the globe
Don’t look too hard, you wouldn’t want to know
I haven’t left the sofa in my robe
I swore I’d never let my hair go gray
There’s dye for that and for my mustache too
I guess that’s what I thought back in the day
But now a silver fox looks back at you
So in my robe in bed at nine o’clock
With aspirin for my aches and pains in hand
I’m happy with my dreams and missing sock
I’ve had enough damn dancing, ain’t it grand
An earth woman at heart, she reposed in the sycamore tree
Enjoying the undeniable smell of freshly mowed grass,
And the unmistakable aroma of Auntie Mazie’s apple pie
This is my happy place, she thought, not yet knowing
That some days she would relive this moment over and over
suburban slumbers
mantelpiece menagerie
dreams of wild places
Wild at heart
By Michelle Morris
05/04/2023
I am wild at heart
I am wild and free
I want to be like the creatures
Out in the world I see
They are so precious
They are a visual delight
They're cute and cuddly
They live and they fight
Their survival is waning
As humanhood expands
We take over their habitat
Ignore environmental concerns
They deserve a life
That is precious and free
Where they can be wild
Without fearing extinction
I am wild at heart
I am wild and free
I want to live in a world
Where wild creatures all can be
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Thank you @wwf for sharing this photo* by Thomas A. Jefferson. The vaquita is critically endangered. There are only 10 remaining.
worldwildlife.org/species/vaquita
"Vaquita, the world's rarest marine mammal, is on the edge of extinction. The plight of cetaceans—whales, dolphins, and porpoises—as a whole is exemplified by the rapid decline of the vaquita in Mexico, with about 10 individuals remaining."
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