Allow NO ONE to belittle you
for the position or field you have
either chosen or landed –
whether it be temporal or permanent,
whether it be a job or a career –
to you.
If it’s legal –
regardless of what it is you DO –
It is most definitely HONEST living.
There’s NO shame whatsoever,
Only MODESTY and DIGNITY
in TRUTH and HONESTY!
Hence, give NO regards to those that underestimate you
For whatever it is you DO for a living in your occupational field.
Let NO ONE speak ILL of you for doing NOTHING else for NO ONE!
If you have EVER been EMPLOYED, you are SELFLESS – not SELFSH –
By having worked for someone, you’ve invested in THEIR dream, contributing to THEIR success and constructing toward THEIR achievements – NOT YOURS – one brick at a time – even LONG AFTER you’ve already been honorably resigned or abruptly terminated!
For the term you’ve served or filled – however LONG or however SHORT –
You’ve occupied “the vacancy” and fulfilled whatever “the need”
you DO or DID…every day you reported for work in exchange for a
“stipend net change” of the business founder’s “gross pay dollar…”
YOU, SELFLESS DREAM-BUILDER, YOU….?•
AS WE EMBARK ON THIS JOURNEY CALLED LIFE, A COMMON QUESTION ALWAYS SUFFACES. WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?
FOR SOME, SEEKING HAPPINESS AND FULFILLMENT, FOR OTHERS, IT'S CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS, AND FOR SOME, IT'S CONTRIBUTING TO SOCIETY OR TO THE WORLD IN SOME SHAPE OR FORM.
FOR ME, IT'S CAPTURING THOSE MEANINGFUL MOMENTS THAT DEFINE YOUR LIFE. ALL THE SMILES AND TEARS AND WINS AND LOSSES, ACHIEVEMENTS AND REGRETS AND DISSAPOINTMENTS. IT INCLUDES ENDURING STORMS AND DROUGHTS, CREATING NEW LIFE AND SAYING OUR GOODBYES.
EACH EXPERIENCE IS SOMETHING THAT SHAPES US AND DEFINES OUR EXISTENCE.
What world do you live in?
By Michelle Morris
15/05/2026
I live in a world
Where people don't often care
They're tired and they're overwhelmed
They live in darkness and fear
But this is not my world
This is not the world I aspire to
I believe in goodness and mercy
I believe in beauty and joy and truth
Where hope and faith reside
Where people consider each other
Kindness is a blessing for all
And love and light are gems we discover
Where we are the good in action
Caring and smiles are dared
No one feels forgotten or neglected
It's a world where life is shared
What world do you live in?
And are you contributing to the change?
Because only if we make a conscious effort
Will our collective future be one we can save
© Michelle Morris, 2026
The slave is made by force or by choice, the slave some say is a curse.
The slave worships or submits, they choose the path that makes them sick or glad.
The slave has to follow the master, making them slave to things that can be awful.
The slave has needs like food, money, love, and many more unclear, like a tree needs sun and water the slave has needs and gets dependent.
The slave is not always negative; it can be a choice that makes it glad. Like a team that works for good, it has one that is at the head.
The slave is of its environment changing, moving and contributing, like energy it moves, giving it power all of its own.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always on my journey home.
Welcome world in timing
The clock
A watch
Time revolting and accelerating
Every moment through the seconds, hours and minutes in precise
Precious times
Time maneuvering faster than anybody can keep up
Contributing and fulfilling
Finish what you start while you have time
No one knows when time will suddenly stop
All of us are on a stop watch being a sand glass time observe
Committed to exact
Time after time
Minutes to spare
Seconds complete
Hour up
Timed out.
I hold back the action
Admirable though it would be
Frozen mammoth restrained
Introspectively
Or a beetle in amber
Polite and decorative
Without a reaction, Thermo-
dynamically
Fear is involved
Other causes urge forward
Contributing thrust
Abandonedly
Thus it is peace becomes us
In this country of marvels;
Motivations in balance
Inescapably
As hostages to fortune, our crippled hands can’t share kind gesture
Neither help nor usher others toward greener pasture.
Our covetous hearts that are fortune-hostages never spend for charity with bliss
Bound by carnality of selfishness from greediness' abyss.
Held hostage by fortune, we are the arrogant competing vainly with the haughty
Trampling essence of humility while defying authority.
Imprisoned with earthly fortune, our minds neglect divine wisdom
Blind to the need of contributing to advance heavenly kingdom.
Confessing personal cravings for wealthy fortune-settlement
Our repentant souls now seek the Lord for contentment and fulfillment.
As heirs of God-given treasures, we strive for responsible stewardship
Triumphant to use fortune while engaging in ministerial partnership.
Gratefully praising the Almighty for endowed fortune, verily blest
Our spirits, freed from love-of-money bondage, live today with divine kindness-zest.
A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
Defeat and failure grow people sad,
Neither cultivating humble instead
Humble, the core elements of humility
With self-restraint and obeying the reality
The pros and cons of oneself accepted
As well as other people's interests recognized
Humility contributing harmony to a community
While arrogance bringing in animosity
I have once been in a hierarchical situation
Where is full of ad lip ranks and disdain
I have been in the free countries with kin
Having been upholding fairness doctrines
The best I wise up, the less I clear
Of these If I ought to be humble, or despair
Quote by Thomas Paine
“ I prefer peace! But if trouble must come, let it come
in my time, so that my children, can live in peace.”
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It really is up to us, to vote with a very clear mind.
To vote to stop free speech is anything but kind!
To force a nation, to take unsafe vaccinations?
In our Republic, is purely, such mindless ruination.
Every legal citizen has a blessed right to vote.
Sneaking over borders, an illegal is no antidote.
America is a Republic not just a mere democracy.
And, yes, you can become rich, this is no aristocracy!
With guaranteed rights, we don’t live in anarchy
It is up to you to prevent any evil slaveogracy.
Caring citizens do vote to put another in office..
Wrong choices are their fault~so be very cautious!
Every voter should take their own moral inventory!
Before casting excuses, and creating zany stories.
A sad scenario, if you boast that you don’t vote at all.
Don’t you know, you are contributing to the USA’s downfall?
@Panagiota Romios
8/25/2024
If her campaign goes like warm breeze,
And Trump’s loses its MAGA fizz,
Can an apostrophe
Cause such catastrophe?
In USA it does--
A few days of big buzz,
Which for Soupers forever is.
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Happenings |27.08.2024| political, America
Poet’s note: Is it Kamala Harris’ campaign, or it should be Kamala Harris’s. A great debate goes on in USA-- too much fuss for nothing, one might feel. But I have to play safe for this ditty’s caption with just ‘Kamala Harris campaign’. Why, one may ask. But we Soupers (contributing poets on PoetrySoup.com) know, apostrophe in a caption is a big no, no here. Why again? I don’t know, nor know if God knows.
In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.
We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.
For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.
I can’t help thinking it has all gone wrong
In letting humans write the planets song
We need to acknowledge our responsibilities please
Various waste, not just plastic, filling our seas
The signs are there, we must heed the warning
Polluting the air, causing global warming
Ignorance, denial, greed, all sorts of reasons
All contributing to erode the order of seasons
Birds in the trees, not sure when to nest or sing
Emerging flowers with no idea when it’s spring
Environments disappearing bit by bit each day
Rising sea levels and Polar caps melting away
We clear forests and take land, so humans can play
Where animals once roamed, hunting their prey
Balance and harmony was always nature’s aim
Now she’s confused and man is to blame
I can’t help thinking it has all gone wrong
In letting humans write the planets song
Florida prisoners should have their institutional work count toward Social Security benefits.
This policy would recognize their labor's value and provide a safety net upon release, aiding reintegration into society.
Most inmates engage in various forms of work, contributing to prison operations and gaining skills.
Excluding them from Social Security undermines their economic stability and increases the risk of recidivism.
Additionally, recognizing their work ensures fairness and aligns with broader labor rights.
Ultimately, counting institutional work toward Social Security would foster rehabilitation, reduce reoffending, and affirm the dignity of incarcerated individuals.
At the foot of Sinai Israel encamped
as one man with one heart
A people once divided, revamped and unified…
Later on, to build a Tabernacle to the Lord
each man contributing what he could afford
600,000 individuals, serving together the One they adored
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The actual count was 603,550 men over the age of twenty.
Including women and children brings the estimated size
of Israel's population at Sinai to about three million.
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