We grow our family exponentially.
Siblings Uncles Aunts Cousins and little ones.
Take care of our own.
Worku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Inspired by Love.
Love remains the answer
Love remains the answer
By Michelle Morris
01/01/2026
Let Love embrace your Being
Let Love embrace your Soul
Let Love embrace your Heart
Let Love embrace your Whole
There's nothing like it
No substitute for its Grace
Love is always a good idea
It knows no Time or Space
It is the blessing we deserve
Merely for existing
To be our authentic selves
To shine brightly without resisting
It's a blessing to our Faith
It's the thing every single Soul needs
It's God's Universe communicating
It's something that expands exponentially
Love remains the answer
No matter what the question might be
I hope you'll remember this each day
Allow your Love to bless you eternally
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Joie de vivre living artfully.
Enjoying the colourful subtleties of each day.
The whole experience enhanced exponentially.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A world of wonder awaits,
Straight through the gate.
Face the fear and hate,
Appreciate its mental state,
A trait part of our fate.
You can use it to create,
Just state your intention,
In the intended direction.
Make the correction,
Within your perception,
A new selection will appear.
Steering clear into the fear,
Hearing the voice of love,
Rising above all doubt.
Shoveling you out of the mud,
As you trudge through the emotions,
Sending energy in motion.
Clearing away the commotion,
You see new doors open,
Due to thoughts that were chosen.
A tightly woven web,
Is waving in the Ebb and Flow,
Growing exponentially,
Strengthening you mentally,
Changing the world you see.
Now that I'm aware of its beauty,
I wonder what else could be,
If I just looked at it differently.
Heaven.
From its spout.
It’s so luxurious everywhere,
But I’m still somehow a puddle all over.
The alarms have been going off for hours.
This avenue used to be part of me.
It is now a street for others.
Fruition.
Other ideas don’t make sense here.
The ground is no longer earth.
And love is trickling through and speaks gravely.
Turn on the windshield wipers.
When you turn on the headlights.
Like a luxury sedan that I live in.
Traveling all over when there’s no reason to.
Heaven is random.
Squealing sounds of a violin.
Heaven grows exponentially.
So there is room.
Me and all my friends too.
Expansive feelings.
Spouts we don’t know of.
This avenue of alarms.
I have other ideas too.
Heaven has its own ideas.
Might someday turn us into raindrops.
Like my friend who got in too.
Todd’s latest job’s in arbitrage
He said it’s the hottest thing going
I asked Todd, if that is the case
why isn’t the field
exponentially growing
Todd wasn’t quite sure
said the truth didn’t matter
as long as the word you could utter
I asked him if he knew that arbitrage
rhymes with garage and garbage ~
Todd's brand-new job is cleaning out gutters
It's very exciting,
These words you're reciting,
Inviting in abundance,
Such a fun dance with existence,
Escaping the dense feeling of lack,
Getting our power back,
As we stack moment after moment,
Knowing our present is the gift,
Split the rift,
Get ready to shift,
Drift with the momentum,
And enjoy the conundrum.
You always have some,
Air to breathe,
Creating another miracle through alchemy,
How so little can create exponentially,
Everything we need to be.
Dancing at the chance to advance,
Through every single circumstance,
Exponentially enhancing the experience.
Evolving, adapting to this existence.
Energy permeating the expanse,
Creating a physical romance.
A performance based chase,
The Soul wearing a face,
All together in the same place.
Receiving the gift of grace,
Chasing after what we feel matters,
Climbing our invisible ladders,
Defending ourselves from attackers.
A busy mind constantly chatters,
As thoughts splatter the landscape,
Your world starts taking shape.
There's no reason to escape,
You're the Hero, Grab your cape,
Scrape away layers that stink,
Reshape the way you think.
On the bottom you can't sink,
It's time to find the kink,
The weak link out of sync.
Drink from the fountain of youth,
Know you are the truth,
Advancing through dancing with you.
Pop!
sunshine
and birdsong
awaken them.
The boy gardener,
the sprout breaking the earth,
with the birds, they arise first,
leaving their beds to gather sun,
reflecting, quietly excited,
soil cultivated - a dream realized.
Vibrant growth, vines branch exponentially,
fueled by the sun, new life triumphs,
as boy and plant conquer the earth.
In time, nature sings it song,
flowers bloom, fruit ripens
as old vines wither
and turn to seed,
resting in
silent
night.
"Anyone Who Thinks They Are Too Small To Make a Difference Has Never Met The Honey Bee"
You're not too small
By Michelle Morris
08/03/2025
You're not too small
To make a difference
You're not too small
To change the World
Think of everything that is small
Nature's Blessings to our lives
Like the bees that support our existence
Without them we wouldn't survive
Every time you share a smile
Every time you help a friend
Every time you're Kind to another life
Your Soul's Light grows exponentially
And the ripples keep growing too
They reach right around the World
For every Good thing we say and do
Takes Darkness away from the Void
We are all part of a Grand Story
A Tapestry woven by the Universe
God and His Angels Guide us
We are blessed and we are worthy
Every atom that creates us
Is made from Stardust and Starlight
Our impact is our Legacy
It survives beyond our Lifetimes
© Michelle Morris, 2025
I’m in my pajamas.
With stars on my pajama pants.
My pen is on the nightstand.
And paper never lasts.
Everyone is cooking breakfast.
Too many slices of toast.
Bacon is good, but it makes too much noise.
My laptop died.
And then the sun came out.
And told me there is a package on the doorstep.
Something I ordered a few weeks ago.
That I forgot about.
My laptop is charging.
The need to go downstairs is increasing exponentially.
I could go back to bed.
Or fly out the window.
I’m not dreaming, so that’s not an option.
Hovering around the corner of my room.
By my laptop which is charging.
The power went out.
The sun came out, though.
The bacon is halfway cooked.
But the toast is just perfect.
I take a glorious bite.
In pajamas that are almost ready to be washed.
But the power is out.
And I like it that way.
Courage is not fashioned in One's mind
This language unknown to the Ego's eye
Courage pours from the heart
Only the blessed are given the mark
Endless oceans of cosmic truth
Rushes forward to carry One through
Exponentially I rise
Releasing my temporal guide
Stepping out of Earth's formal dress
My body holds no regret
To soar seraphim high
With the Angels
As Am I
It's easy to believe that our ability to love is finite (final) especially when your heart has been broken before by someone you loved very much.
But believe it or not, slowly you will heal and love again. And your capacity for love will grow exponentially.
You'll be able to keep a space for Maxwell W. Moyo in your heart, for your family, for your future children, for anybody who comes into your life.
And you never know, maybe you and I are meant to be together. And if that's the case, then you will find your way to me, into my life, to accept me as your own, to love me, support me and to spend good times with me.
And I promise to shower you with the love, care, attention you deserve.
To support you and to love you wholeheartedly.
There's always light at the end of the tunnel.
Understandably,
we were worn out with love,
romantic movies gave you hives,
love poetry often made me gag.
We had this thing going on,
love and hate had mingled,
ennui and elan had given birth
to a redeemed vision
of that far too simple word.
When we kiss now,
that lip-to-lip caress
has exponentially evolved,
into a whole lexicon
of newfound endearments.
Approach of Wind, it chills
in a particular way.
Unexplainable, how it carries in competing tandem,
of unknown elements brought into the arena, bare.
Doctor's bag opened of winds,
surgical biopsy underway,
in new mandated trailways.
Membraned channels of envelope streams
holds aloft vapors of vial serums,
like a bassinet with black wings.
Intheorium sends it's postage.
It soothes the Cesarean Earth in her pangs,
for mankind's evil is great. How can it stand to be.
So he sends them a strong delusion
so that they may believe a lie.
Armies shall pillage the Family and
upend the carts in the Marketplace.
Souls shall be scattered to the four winds, looking desperately for a compass
that can find the head.
Delivery, once slow, has increased exponentially.
Magma rivers will haunt the landsape like lions,
Nemian.
Great forges looking for gold to smelt into idols of Pompeii.
For he shall stand in his Pomp in the Temple,
then sit, as if he is God.
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