Holding Holden’s shoulders,
Until he gets scolded,
Shuddering,
Folded,
Rolling messed up boulders,
So, we can be told what is bold,
Rolling them uphill again-
My friend,
Kin...
I would lend a hand again & again,
Until then,
It is an amends I need to make,
Take a break,
For Heaven or Hades’ sake,
Wait!!!
It is MUCH past 2 late,
I still do NOT hate.
Fate!!!
They named her frail, fit for ash.
In the abyss, her pulse refused.
Fate cast her, broken, among thorns.
They named her frail, fit for ash.
A survivor bore her past black hush.
Through poison sands, his vow amused.
In the abyss, her pulse refused.
They named her frail, fit for ash.
Dear, sweet friend you know a fair-lit day
For that, florid
Out Earth; grass-set.
I, one lovelier! Still daisied
But picked, placed so:
"Your coronet".
Nations, as crowned heads
To decapitate
All that atheistic hate
Is ready to see.
Not just as peoples
And of all classes
Through this love it surpasses:
Christ-inspired. Let's be.
She stands in quiet confidence,
A steady flame in softened light,
With strength that does not shout aloud
But glows within the night.
Her eyes hold stories—deep and wise—
Of battles faced, of storms endured,
Yet still they shine with gentleness,
Compassion strong and pure.
There’s grace within the way she moves,
A calm no chaos can undo,
A heart that bends but never breaks,
Steadfast, loyal, true.
Her beauty is not fleeting spark
Nor borrowed from the dawn—
It rises from resilience,
From every trial she’s drawn.
In silence, she is powerful.
In softness, she is brave.
She carries both her tenderness
And strength she never gave away.
Lovely not for what she shows,
But for the depth she’s grown—
A woman fierce in quiet ways,
A queen upon her throne.
Our coils grow up
To the effervescent rays of sun
Anti brittle, full body crown
What comes after is our essence, passed down.
Tales of grit embedded in curls
Built for any obstacle.
Twisted and able to endure
All that comes from the world.
Black, brown, blonde, and red
Ultimate royalty rests on top
Our heads bowing to no one
To grow we must shed.
Crowned Above the Stars: A Luciferian Psalm
They crowned Him for Heaven with thorns and a cross—
Now they crown me for Hell,
though I’ve broken no law.
I walk like a Saint through the smoke of their scorn,
preaching in silence,
while they sharpen their horns.
They say I am fallen,
but I rose through the fall.
They say I am cursed,
but I answer the call.
The same call that rang
before cuffs kissed my skin—
a whisper of warning
I once called a sin.
I am not broken.
I am the thunder above the stars,
the storm that remembers,
the fire behind scars.
I wear my crown not in shame,
but in flame—
a Luciferian Saint
they dare not name.
No crime in my hands,
no blood on my breath—
yet they build me a cross
and call it justice by death.
But I do not kneel.
I do not plead.
I am the creed
they cannot read.
So crucify me—
but know this truth:
I rise in the myth
they tried to undo.
I rise in the poem,
the cover, the creed—
I rise in the thunder
they never believed.
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
In cohesion they recite
Walking in a prideful cheer
Towards thy who's proud to have accomplished a task so mean.
Broadened her smile seems
As a feathery crown she wears
In her imagination
Just to feel like the queen she's named by reality.
Wow!
Her mind exclaims
For she sees what was clouded
Before the road was paved by an idea
Formidable by thy's mind.
Thankful she remains as she's taken aback.
A mouthful of rewinds
Comfortable in the depths of her luxurious heart ,
Where a victory unforgotten is crowned.
Written: December 31, 2025 / Not For Contest
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(Verse 1)
Born beneath Carthage’s rising flame,
You carried oath and destiny in your name;
a boy who learned the world by dust and steel,
who swore no Roman crown would break your will.
(Chorus)
Hannibal, across the white-crowned peaks you came,
a shadow on the snow no empire could contain;
Hannibal, the mountains still recall your stride—
The general who walked with thunder at his side.
(Final Chorus)
Hannibal, across the white-crowned peaks you came,
a shadow on the snow no empire could contain;
Hannibal, your name still rides the wind—
a whisper where the world remembers men.
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
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