burgundy and cream
and orange blossoms she wore
crowned in hues and lore
fresh naturally
like deep green, minty morning
sweet scent trails forming
queen of nature crowned
in myriad blooms daily
so lovely lately
No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..
Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his own homegrown perverse.. with only himself will converse..no fretting..go getting…record setting universe..
Now has outshone and outdone..shoves show pony Dhoni.. as the Indian man alright talisman with the gloves everybody loves with the most tons..holy moly..more three figures scores on England tours than the folklore of before..Sunny and Kohli..
Records splattered shattered..gallivanting Pant parade..cascade and cavalcade …flattered .. Rishab paddled..bowlers addled and raddled..skedaddled
Ignore any naysayer…prime sublime Pantomimes…haymaker…cocktail shaker…p**s taker…tik tok peacocker..run for fun maker…cool cat with the bat..almost indecent crimes..the Indian’s best test player and slayer of recent times..
I'm totally exhausted,
wondering if life is a car exhaust.
Maybe I'm just smoke in motion,
burning dreams for fuel I can't afford.
Or I might be just a windscreen,
only of use when it rains.
People look through me,
but never pause to see the stains.
Often ignored,
like tires only checked on
once I'm worn out—
still I keep rolling.
Even gravel can’t convince me to break.
How many needles and glass
have I endured
to keep the train moving?
Still they wonder why I creak,
why my silence sounds like breaking.
I have chose you
in every turn and curve,
thinking you were my destination
but some maps lie in silence,
and not all roads were meant to arrive.
So reclaim what I have lost:
I'm taking the sharp glass and gravels,
embedding them on my crown.
Let them see every crack I survived
my glory isn’t gold, it’s grit.
Today I’m shamelessly proud
of every journey, ’cause
it showed me new roads.
And every scar sings of motion—
proof I never stayed broken.
If you're struggling right now, please try to find the silver lining. There will be one. God, His Angels and the Universe have your back.
Faith over Fear. Have Hope. Believe.
Blessings.
P.S. You are not alone. We're all in this together.
Through You I am Crowned
By Michelle Morris
28/04/2025
When the storm is raging
In my heart and head
Thank you Lord for calming me
With your Grace and Mercy
Reminding me to
Let go and let God
Reminding me to be still
And know Thy art
To have Faith over Fear
To move the mountains with this Power
For Anything is Possible
Magic and Miracles do Flower
To know Your Son calmed the seas
To know Your Angels enfold me in their wings
To know that Your Plan for me is Prosperity
To know that I am a Divine Being
As I falter and stumble
As I cry and break down
Remind me to keep my Faith, Lord
For through You I am Crowned
© Michelle Morris, 2025
a mother palm date
crowned by calm ripe ruby dates
autumn lovely fruits
Method of the heart is to keep speaking
Function of the soul and part is to keep feeling
The matter of the heart is to control the mind
For the Mind needs to be clear for the heart to shine
Method of the man is to be a caretaker
Method of the wife is to be to help mate
Both are on loan both sitting on the throne royalty
Both House of home and both take in there yet alone
Once deemed and revered seeking again to be holy
Set apart from the world now deemed lonely
Hallelujah
Speak to the hearts of men Elohim
Amen and again Amen
6/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Nature's chill is released upon the breeze,
as she calls upon Autumn to appear.
The time when leaves no longer cling to trees,
their colors now carpet a path for deer.
To her rules they must obey and adhere.
As the clime cools, the temperature drops.
It's the season to harvest many crops.
Farewell, withered leaves that tumbled aground.
Bare are tree branches in the maple copse
when Nature chooses Autumn to be crowned.
October 17th, 2022
Dizain Contest sponsored by Sotto Poet
The theme is: Nature
Olodumare crowned you,
Like the daring obas of old,
Undaunted and unshakable,
With hearts sculpted out of gold,
Ase and oro were their best friends,
Dangerous yet mellow,
Empathetic and in-depth analysts,
Meekfaced like the proverbial lamb,
In all they were the brave ones,
Laying aside their troubles and ills,
Alase ekeji orisa they were called,
Due to their daring feats,
Eki Oba Alase.
how can you be proud when you follow the crowd
lacking uniqueness that is your weakness
confidence is found when fellows are crowned
think for yourself and never be speechless
The life of a crowned head
The king of Norway sat in his small living room
thinking how he ended up in a democracy where everyone
are equals, some more than others like the so-called shipping
aristocracy who wisely keep their money off-shore.
His father had been a prince of Denmark and knew about the historical
Shakespeare was offered the job as a king of Norway
after being a vassal state to Denmark for 500 years.
But the truth was he wanted to get away from his father who was
a tyrant was treating his family with disdain.
Of course, back then people were proud having a king and lined the main street when the king in a horsedrawn carriage drove past.
And women were quick to collect horse manure it was said royal
manure made the roses bloomed bigger than modest roses.
Then came democracy and the silly idea of equality the king lost
his priveledges, no power just a name and a uniform.
“Agora é tarde Ines é mor”
Ire, Revenge clouded Pedro‘s heart.
Death separated the lovers apart.
Seeking a punishment to fit the crime,
Heart pulled from one’s chest,
Heart pulled from one’s back.
Those who wronged him were mourned in shrouds.
Love was a weakness in the realm.
Souls died, lovers whelmed.
Ines de Castro’s tears stained the river.
Thy tragedy crowned dead queen shall live forever.
My love for you angel
as the deepest ocean shell opens up
Entering a gifted treasure pearl sings
sweetest flower it's true blue skies above
Dressed in pink softly touching heartbeats
shining through to my soul each skip applauds
Blushing in the heart fragrant warm rose lips
within the eyes a vision stands pure white
Bringing the softest sparkle rich to one's jewels
Diamond your sunlight kisses deeply uniquely
Special dream a mermaid crowns the temple
I picture you petals royal amongst queens
Priceless touching each and every time warmly
I lay my gems upon you the breath stops
Its a little piece of heaven sighs
Proclaimed beautiful for you in my smile
The Republicans gave us a monkey
That drove the economy to the ground
Now they are offering an orangutan
Who wants to be crowned
Everybody wants to be king
They crown themselves by opining
And can only see everyone else’s sins
Everybody wants to rule
And conquer all with hypocrisy
They prate and condemn
While shielding their transparent sins
So many rulers make for a great din
Where nothing is gained
And illogical arguments create
Sectarian tragedies
It is a heaven for bullies
This cantankerous gathering
Of un-crowned kings
Enemies within
Enemies without
Everyone’s psyche is tormented
They all worry about invisible dangers
That they claim will snuff them out
Which asylum let these mad people out?
God above must
Look down on us in shame
His master plan will one day
Go up in flames
This purification will
Hopefully cast all the demons out
And knock these kings off their thrones
As the clock ticks
echo carries within
striking deep keys
touching one soul
flowing in feelings
emotions swelling
plays a sweet tune
softly it sings
in the deepest ocean
you are a pearl
of a goddess
within two hearts
a tide
of precious feelings
softy washed
one treasure
a beauty
crowned queen
sitting upon
the throne
within one heart
golden shining
beautiful love
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