AHOY!
It’s not a foregone conclusion,
but a stinging reality: Even porcupines
master love, without making pain
a subsidiary organism:-
Though the pain of love's waves
may froth ashore, waves will recede
and froth will eventually dissipate
with healing evaporation: Leaving a sea
of memories floating on the ocean of life:-
Thoughtfully watered, always keep in mind,
you’re the captain of your soul, and
the blown wind in its sail:- And remember,
though docked and anchored, you can still
set sails for tomorrow—getting ready today:-
Ahoy, Matey! Be in winds of sailing grace:-
Thought For Today
5/11/2023
Miracle Man
Death has always been, a foregone conclusion,
so please don’t live life in an ungodly way.
Heaven isn’t imaginary, nor hell an illusion,
and accounts will be settled on judgment day.
Life has surely broken me.
I’ve flunked out at Everything.
Why consider equally
When Options just desert Me?
Too grimed up, I cannot see
A single reason surfacing,
Hiding Places changing,
Constantly and arbitrarily,
Disappoint inevitably.
It only ends up baffle-ing
That the Ones who stuck by Me
Were No One and Nobody.
The Needed ones Abandoned me,
Never even wanted me.
Been let down by EveryOne
And 100% of Practically
All and and Every Single Thing,
Left for dead and wasting
To a husk of Me.
So what's the point,
Quite pointlessly,
When you will only
Start new things?
Old ones failing,
Interest lost and dropping,
Forcing hands repeatedly.
Home to pack a bag and leave,
All doors slammed resoundingly,
Locks all changed and shut to me.
Happy Endings Abruptly.
Don't care what you do to me.
Lost my sensitivity:
Burning hurts so painfully.
Once Angry scars
Protect My Heart
From all Hope,
Now lost to me.
It doesn’t hurt, just disappoints.
I have no mass, I’ve been disjoined,
Won’t shatter when you drop me.
All do eventually;
A mere eventuality,
Forgone Conclusively.
Life is all about balance
By Michelle Morris
27/07/2020
When you're feeling down
And you don't fit in;
Friends are scarce and
Others always win...
Remember life is
All about balance;
There's yin and yang -
It's a delicate dance...
You won't feel down
And lost forever;
Things will turn around -
It's a foregone conclusion...
So embrace the lessons and
Work through the pain;
You'll become stronger
To fight again...
A warrior and mentor to yourself
And others you'll be;
To help bring more light and
Balance universally...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Dear Heart
My Dear Heart,
There's a bridge from your heart to sunny shores
It spanned a thousand mythical miles
But for some reason, you closed all the doors
And took that walk down the lonely aisles
Nobody knows of your existence
Of a tree that has no branches or nest
Because frankly, you like keeping your distance
And allowing your heart to beat wildly in your chest
That bridge beckoned you for sixty years
And til this day it still stands in mint shape
For you rebelled from your loved ones and dears
Allowing your heart to conspire with your escape
That first step will be a foregone conclusion
You will leave this world a thousand miles away
From the sunny shores amid your seclusion
And then ... your dear heart will rise and ballet
connie pachecho
1/30/23
Forgetfulness is not one of my better traits
Never the result of any foregone conclusion,
I could blame it on the narrow-minded fates
Or other faults my mind harbors in profusion.
Of all those ills, none causes me such anxiety
As forgetting a most important appointment,
And I try to make all those occasions a rarity
Since they always produce a disappointment
And, sometimes a missed appointment fee!
Written August 25, 2025
The news is..! Britain is favorite for the euro vision
Showcase.'
That will show it just what it's missing..'
LOL)) Ukraine is I Apparently going to win
The contest anyway..?
Top seat and jello
From aunty eu.)
I didn't hear that
From Joe Biden.!
I don't think so at least. ?
If no lawyers will take a case,
Because lies they won't embrace
How can they defend anyone
When they know in advance what they have done
If anyone is indefensible
How can a Lawyer defend?
Lawyers are not indispensable.
Their careers can quickly end.
It's a waste of time and money,
To take a guilty man to court.
It can cause more corruption,
Especially if a Lawyer can be bought,
As some can,
And the lies told free a guilty man
It seems a foregone conclusion,
When a person is as guilty as can be.
That they go to prison
Or plead insanity.
It’s a foregone conclusion
That causes this Illusion
Love is confusing
Mysterious as it is
There is one exclusion
Trapped in a web of
Internet Love
Creates an Illusion
Of a mindless touch
Exclusion of the physical
Creating images of real
This type of transfixing
The mind into believing
That this love is real
A processes of an illusion
Without all five senses
This love is an illusion
Yet, deceived by this web
Through an interacting Internet
Of an unfaithful love
Causing the heart and soul
To create a non-interaction
A confusing Illusion eliminating
The physical mind sense
Of Love
Perception of perception
Where does perception lie?
When does perception lie?
My perception of perception is why,
a concept is in conception when I perceive it (on the fly.)
Why does reflection even try?
Mirroring illusion, of perceptions allusion, this is a conclusion-intrusion, a concept in precise collusion with a bias, a precept in Union-in kahutz-confusion- directed-self-elected- to be a foregone conclusion, that I assume is right. On the mark, like the red and the black, of the dead, of Night?
That's where perception lies. As the light in the dark. All right?
THE COLLUSION OF CLOUDS
trying to cling, soil erodes,
moving with mayhem seditiously.
the collusion of clouds, mocking,
as the roots of the house
horde their portentous possessions.
the wind and waves, crescendo
near the cliff’s edge, calling out ghosts
with wispy talons, to drag
the clutter of centuries to the grave.
revelation of time ne’er befall
the current occupant, tangled
in the foregone conclusion -
the dash of cinder and splinter
a breakup with dire tidings.
the chill in the bitter air,
corrosive.
chatter of catabolic teeth.
skin clings to a catastrophic
skeleton -
the widow wrapped in the cocoon
of a glutinous web
she takes a final breath
before the descent begins…
2/20/2019
It is not
a foregone conclusion,
but a reality;
even porcupines
know love—
without making pain
a subsidiary organism;
The pain of love’s waves
may forth ashore,
but the waves recede
and the forth dissipates,
leaving a sea of memories
floating on the ocean of life;
Yet, docked and anchored,
you can still set sail
to tomorrow, today; trust.
You are the captain
of your soul
and the wind in your sail:
Ahoy!
Destiny’s Choices
Do we choose our destiny
or is fate a foregone conclusion,
an ever growing snow ball
an unstoppable collection
of snow flake moments
gaining momentum
conspiring to bury us?
Can we accept destiny’s fate
without acquiescing to it?
Rewrite upcoming scenes
with actions taken,
slalom at the edge
of fates fury, deny
destiny its choice.
If asked to choose our destiny
what would it be, how
would it unfold, where
would it take us, why
would we make those
destined choices?
4/17/2016
submitted to – Destiny or Choices – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
6 steps forward, 3 steps back.
4 steps forward, 1 step back.
3 steps forward, 2 steps back.
We climb the spiral staircase.
Paddling sometimes against the waves, trying to keep us trapped on an island of discouragement and despair.
Certain, that our future is bright.
Certain, that symptoms will fade.
Certain, that peace is a foregone conclusion.
Certain, that no amount of darkness can stand against the inevitable.
6 steps forward, 3 steps back.
4 steps forward, 1 step back.
3 steps forward, 2 steps back.
We climb the spiral staircase.
Hoping, Knowing, Feeling, Striving, Accepting, Solving, Receiving, Asking, and Becoming toward a better tomorrow.
Three children and their grandfather died yesterday,
They died all together in a most tragic way.
Moments earlier, they were happily driving down that country road,
When you hear what happened to them, your head will explode.
Another man was driving, under the influence, that's what they say,
He should have made better decisions, before driving that day.
He likely forgot that all his decisions have consequences,
Now he'll spend the rest of his life, trying to mend these broken fences.
The thing is, it doesn't matter how sorry he is sometime later,
The pain and suffering he caused others, will always be greater.
How many times do we have to hear tragic stories like these,
before people who drink and drive are brought to their knees?
For the drunk driver it's simple...life goes on.
For the victims family...they try hard to carry on.
They wake up each day, trying to find a reason to live,
Even harder is...finding the strength to forgive.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DRIVE DRUNK IS A FOREGONE CONCLUSION
FOR THESE VICTIMS FAMILY. IT'S SIMPLE, FOUR, GONE, CONCLUSION
John Derek Hamilton
September 28,2015
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