In the midst of it all, your heart will see,
Everything to come is meant to be,
You will no longer chase the wind, you will grasp my hand,
And you will understand and recognize that nothing is by chance,
The smallest things matter, more than you know,
They are hints and progress of your growth,
So when all looks disheveled and your unsure,
You press into me and trust me more,
Lean only on me, and you will see your heart change,
Trust in me every single day.
it’s Halloween she said, running around her room
Bring me my cauldron, my spell book, my broom!
We did not bother to chase her the interns told me
Since she’s gotten dementia, this is a regular spree
She thought it was Halloween at Easter time too
We brought out the bunnies and she kept yelling boo
She asks where her deceased husband is, thinking he is in the next room
“Give me the broom!” She yelled “Give me the broom!”
Thank God, let the praise
Overflow
From a simple table and a
Humble home
Hands all joined, every voice
In
Grace
Thank God, let our hearts
Give praise
Grateful every day
Hearts give praise
Dream every night
Let the sparks ignite
Breathing in the fire, chasing
Morning light
Hold your good friends close
Don't let'em go astray
We are building trust stronger
Every day
For laughter that echoes through
These walls
For quiet peace when the shadows fall
For every tear turned to joy,
You were there
You were there through it all
Thank God, let the praise
Overflow
From a simple table and a
humble home
Hands all joined, every voice in
Grace
Thank God, let our hearts give
Praise
Grateful every day
Hearts give praise
It's a grey morose afternoon.
In every life some rain will fall.
Tomorrow the sun will shine.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
To the Tiny Ants I Slaughter Every Day
I've been at war with you for some time now.
Your initial assault was impressive, I'll give you that.
Slew you by thousands,
Black swarms down the shower drain.
Now it's down to scouting parties
Up through the sinks every morning.
I drown you, crush you without thought;
Little red smears easily wiped away.
Does your Queen wonder why
Her Probes never return?
Are they, in their last moments
Aware of their immolation?
Are our own cells,
Myriads every second,
Aware of theirs?
Miracles are happening inside those doomed cells
The ants have brains,
Actually the largest by body mass,
Miniscule though they be.
While Out There
In the formless Nothing of Space
There await The Asteroid, The Great Solar Flare
The Giant Gamma Ray Burst
The Wandering Black Hole
To quash the tiny Probes,
To rid the Gods
Of the tiny, tiresome ants.
Happy Valentine's Day
Love is for every day.
So make every day Valentine's Day.
Love is for every day
By Michelle Morris
14/02/2026
LOVE
Everything is love
It helps us shine our light
It drives our deepest desires
It inspires our souls to take flight
It's a question for the ages
It's the thing that fills the stadiums
It's what brings us to our knees
It's what inspires emotions and feelings
No matter what you love
Love with everything you've got
Don't hold back because of fear
Just give it your best shot
It's a flower in full bloom
It's the sunshine in the gloom
It's the smiles we share each day
It's the beauty of life that's made
Love is for every day
It's in every kind word and deed
So make every day Valentine's Day
And let every action plant Love's seed
© Michelle Morris, 2026
The dive girl foodie,
sick nomz on a paper plate.
No reason needed,
just go out for a new bite.
Every day’s a holiday.
Celebrate a smile,
surviving the daily grind.
You made it to six,
it’s taco and salsa time!
Refuel and take a load off.
That pizza just called,
a friend wants to meet tonight.
Can you come over?
Nothing happened just to talk,
break this bread, and lift me up?
On my birthday I once again turn to Emily Dickinson
I love the things she has to say…
Like how:
We turn not older with each year…
but newer every day.
I placed a rose on the seat of your chair
In your lap if you had been there
The warm winds soothe my tired face,
Softly as your hand’s warm embrace
My eyes close in thoughts of you
How we’d sit before the ocean’s view
In paired prayer for the day to never end
In paired prayer, thankful for such a friend
Then the day came prayer couldn't prevent
All good things end. Even angels heaven sent-
Need return to foster light in another’s dark life
I’m thankful for everyday an angel was my wife
TO EVERY DAY BEING IN THANKSGIVING
Not just on its day,
But every day, we must
Give God thanksgivings:
For divine wisdom and His
Navigating exodus:-
In thanksgiving grace
Let us give God thanksgiving:
Look at you and me,
Though not where we ought to be,
We’re not where we once were:-
To God be the glory,
No need for us to worry;
God writes ourstory:
We aren’t their praise history,
We’re of God’s praised mystery!
Look how far we’ve come;
From slavery and Jim Crow:
Overcoming scum:-
The one thing we must all know,
God’s navigation will grow:-
I'm no longer feeling lonely anymore.
I finally settled my own karmic score.
Every day he loves me more and more.
I just long for him 'cause my life is a bore.
Our way of loving doesn't feel like a chore.
His deep love always what makes me soar.
Our lives slowly intertwine into a new lore.
My deep love ensures his heart's never sore.
Every day ever since we had met,
I hear our passenger train's horn.
Since then, I know I've no reason to fret,
For I know you'll never leave me forlorn.
Every day I fondly smile, look up and recall
The way you and I made love our first night,
The way you and I had dived into the fall
Of our familiar love, reborn in the Light.
Every day I am thinking of you always.
Even when mind is quietest I feel your soul.
I love you so much I lost count of all ways.
So instead let me love you till you feel whole.
Every day I silently prayed for a love like this.
Now all I want is to be beside you every day.
But I know with how you fill me with bliss,
The truth is your soul is within mine anyway.
Gay has a doctor’s appointment almost every day
bone specialist, heart surgeon, eye doctor for old Gay
Goes from appointment to appointment hoping to find something wrong
Breaking a bone or two would have her singing a joyful song
She has had seventeen colonoscopies this year
plus, several surgeries, next year they’ll rebuild her ear
there she goes now to another doctor appointment I’ll bet
I heard that she is demanding to have her unbroken arm set.
every day and a sweet shop
On a plateau in the middle of nowhere, there was
a shop selling chocolate and week-old newspapers
I had no money, but in exchange, the man
accepted a hail of hay, the farmer gave when he
told me to go make my own bed, I had slept with
The milkmaid he had wanted for himself
as the evening gently fell over the desolate landscape
A horse came walking to the sweet shop that
also sell crossword puzzles and mouth harmonicas
It was the owner's transport, and he didn't like to stay
all night, asked me to take the shift, his main
The problem was all the rats that tried to break into his
shop, I could sleep on the kitchen table to avoid
being bitten
Nine, the next morning, he was back riding his steed
every day has potential
to be a disappointment
or a celebration
I surround myself with people
who know how to celebrate
cautiously avoiding those who resolve
to always be disappointed
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