He began to take her away from her hobbies.
No big deal, her friends thought.
Then he took her away from her family.
They thought it was just young love.
After the marriage no one could get in touch with her.
He had sequestered her far away.
She no longer seemed to have a phone.
Her social media accounts were closed.
You don’t suppose he is hurting her? Her best friends wondered.
Her family was even more alarmed.
He had just called and told them that she was missing.
That was twenty years ago. She has never been found.
Remember all the moments
That we shared those special days
Secrets 'tween each other
That stayed true and locked away
'Twas great to spend the time
To get to know each other's ways
Friends like us we are so special
I hope our friendship never fades...
What happened to us then?
And where did all the good times go?
Could we get it back again?
If only time would let it so
Let's get in touch
Let's talk awhile
I miss you much
You make me smile
Though the stream cannot go back to its original source
Can't it get in touch with its waterliness in its course?
I stand silent in a lonely street or calm in a crowd.
Yet, a voice that comes close to my essence calls me aloud.
I go within, like the sun, moon, and stars do their mission.
I sink into my Zen zone and come out with fresh vision.
My mind sets like the mercury in a thermometer.
I fix each phase of existence like a photographer.
I speak to the almighty in my soul-to-soul closeness.
As a bloom with closed petals, I feel a unique oneness.
A feeling of healing and seeing the Supreme Being
Lead me to an immense joy as though enjoying skiing.
Every being seems like an atom of the divine soul.
Nature reveals its rainbow colours with their wondrous whole.
No one looks strange. Everyone seems to be my kith and kin.
A pilgrimage towards an unknown land seems to begin.
how long after we are dead will our children know?
they do not get in touch with us on a daily basis.
no one calls to check on us in the morning.
Sunday company? I laugh at the thought
we could be dead in the house for a long time
I feel a relief there is a dog door
so the dogs can escape and maybe find food
there are neighbors who might contact someone
eventually
I think we could be dead six months at least I say
my husband thinks we could be dead five years
before anyone knows
the beauty of living in the country
and not socializing
Wow my apartment is so quiet
I can literally hear my heart beat
My muse seems to have retired
In my broken down hp pc
I’m forced to freestyle
Let my imagination run wild
Get in touch with inner child
And red reasons to frown to smile
First thing is my monk friend
Texted me at 5 am with greetings
And two of my three men
Are part of thoughts so fleeting
I think I have to admit to me
I like the idea of lavender love as wealth
As soon as red flags start flying
I miss my Buddhist ways of health
I am such a free fuchsia spirit
I also embrace Christianity
Deep in my heart I feel it
That the way is not limiting
What if the highest one
Is like a path that one will find
As long as you seek enlightened ones
And denounce everything evil in kind
What if your mind is open to
Good and wholesome love
And your heart becomes renewed
As your peach path opens up
I have no amber answers
Only amethyst analysis hazel hopes
That hate won’t be a cherry cancer
In us or U.S. help Holy Ghost
As I said my muse is confused
Trying to revive from an iPhone
I know that my heart will choose
Holy love first as hearts home
I awoke to a blanket of fog covering the mountains this morning
as I walked outside I was cautious not to make a peep
I told the Earth it’s early…go ahead and let her mountains sleep.
It was a cold morning in the mountains…the temperature was 52
I guess fog is proof that on a cold morning the Earth sees her breath too.
I love how there is a calmness in the morning fog,
how all boundaries seem to cease,
how there is a peace that overcomes me
and how I find beauty in that peace.
I love how sounds are unaffected…unfazed by the fog…
I hear dogs barking in the distance
and the voices of the morning birds seem to echo off the fog.
In the time it took to write these words
everything has shifted…
The sun and morning breeze arrived
and the blanket of fog has lifted.
Which makes me wonder if life isn’t a little like the fog…
Sometimes the path ahead is hazy…it may not always be clear
but if we stop to enjoy the beauty of the moment
answers will appear
I wish everyone could experience a morning fog
It’s a wonderful way for the day to start
In the misty solitude you get in touch with your soul
and hear with unbridled clarity…the voices inside your heart.
USA busway
East Coast to West Coast
Greyhound Bus vision
Lots of scenery in reason
It took four days
Hour by Hour
Time didn’t sour
That is what I call a vacation getaway
I reclined and was relaxed
No stress nor perplexed
Major cities and towns stopped along the way
No carry nor care in being estray
The hound bus with the scent for the open road
It was the scenery through the picture windows that unfolded
Hound bus headlights at night being the guide
Ever so close to the destination ride
The thought of “Get in touch with America up close”
Mountains high and wide
Taking the highway in stride
Boldness of America
Another thought of GO WEST YOUNG MAN
Took a chance and did just that
I can surely contest
Pure travel my confess
From the East to West
Adventure says it best
Journey in and out
That’s how my East Coast and West Coast about.
Will I get in touch with you?
Get in touch with the core of your being?
A long lost touch that I so long for--
That now is beyond, the Unseen?
Will I ever see the light?
That used to shine once upon a time?
Those eyes that searched me long as much--
That blessed me with motherly, love divine?
Will I ever see the smile?
That lit your face when I arrived?
From distance long, longing within
To get in touch with your inner hive?
Will I get to hear your voice?
That echoed in dreams I heard at times?
When from you, I drifted apart-
Those chants and all your favorite rhymes?
Will I ever find you there---
Where none but me can only trace?
Will I ever be once again---
The child you loved, from Divine Grace?
Discover our inner beauty
By Michelle Morris
26/01/2023
There's this thing that people do
When they're mean and they're small
They harm and they bully
They damage one and all
Words and deeds with barbs
Pulling of emotional strings
Stabbing and tripping
Not feeling any compassion
Why do they do it?
Where are our true hearts?
Why do they feel good
Whilst tearing others apart?
The world is big enough
For each and every one
We need to get in touch with love
For we are part of a greater whole
There's enough to go around
No need to compete with each other
Kindness and empathy
Are always ways to make friends
People don't need to be ugly
People don't need to be mean
But there's so much hurt out there
That they feel it's easier to hurt than heal
If each of us took time
To discover our inner beauty
We'd realise there's no need
To harm anyone so cruelly
The world needs love and light
The world needs a deeper healing
If everyone became their best self
Our souls would expand spiritual meaning
© Michelle Morris, 2023
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
Time enough for you
By Michelle Morris
01/11/2022
Don't give up
Things don't always happen when you plan them
Don't give up
Remember even nature needs good timing
Bow your head
Say your prayers
Get in touch with your heart
And what's in your head
There'll be time enough for you
Don't despair at the wait
You can still have your dreams come true
You just have to have patience
There'll be time enough for you
Don't forget about Heaven's timing
You can still experience every happiness
There'll be time enough to shine
Whatever you believe
Know that you can make it true
With commitment and effort
Make your wishes work for you
Don't look back with regret
At all the opportunities you missed
Grab your happiness and embrace it
Like a lover's spectacular kiss
There'll be time enough for you
Don't despair at the wait
You can still have your dreams come true
You just have to have patience
There'll be time enough for you
Don't forget about Heaven's timing
You can still experience every happiness
There'll be time enough to shine
© Michelle Morris, 2022
When you have been hurt
in terrible pain
it is difficult to release the fear
more difficult to trust
Especially difficult to trust in something you cannot see
Faith is not easy; it is not real until it is smack dab a part of you.
The first step is to figure out what you love about you.
Make a list of all the good things that you love about yourself.
This list should be a page long – at least thirty things.
Because if you do not remember to love you;
you will find it impossible to love others
and God is Love honey; God is love.
So how can you love God
Who made you in HIS image
until you get in touch with the little person
inside you who was let down, disappointed,
hurt, and abused?
Love the little child inside you.
Nurture the little you.
Protect, honor, revere and respect her.
It is the first step toward finding love and faith.
Have faith in you first; everything will then fall into place.
CHURCH PEEPS VS GOD'S PEOPLE
Religion kills
But love heals.
It's a spiritual prison,
Influences how u reason
Religion's like a cave,
Only Jesus can save.
Don't go to church
In other to get in touch.
But go to church
So as to get God's torch.
Don't go...bcos of persons
Go to seek life essence
Go to get serviced by your maker
Cos you're the clay,He's the potter.
- Vick Manuel VMP
©10/06/2021
Sonnet/Rhymes.
#ReligionKills #OnlyJesusCanSave #LetLoveLead #NotPeople #ChurchPeople #vs #GodsPeople #theclay #HeIsThePotter #Jer 18:1-12
A neighbor got a lovely gift
Of lemons, but too much
For her to use so, neighborly,
She chose to get in touch.
She emailed with an offer
That her bounty she would share
Since even after using some,
She still had lots to spare.
I told her I would take a few
And thanked her, just to find
She’d left an overflowing bag,
By my front door, behind.
With way too many, I did try
To send a big bunch back
But she declined, quite sure I’d use
Each lemon in the sack.
A recipe for lemon cookies,
Using juice and zest,
Appealed to me; I made a batch
But, truth be told, at best
They were so mediocre
They were barely fit to eat,
Not lemony enough and yet
Too far from being sweet.
You might suspect this failure
Left me saddened and dismayed,
But I’ll follow that old saying
And just make some lemonade!
Creativity is my go to place
I am constantly listening to my imagination
She is frisky and fun, and keeps me on an even plane
It is my place when I am sad, mad, angry, depressed.
Napping is my favorite way to get in touch
Because mornings are busy, but afternoons not so much
When my life is caving in, and I am losing my mind or having a breakdown
I take to my bed, to regenerate and replenish the real me.
The me that is hiding from the others
Which is everyone else, showing herself in bits and spurts
On her own terms, not honest with most
For there is a frightened one inside and we have to protect her
By being creatively unstoppable and strong.
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