Todd spent two weeks working in a seaside town
Til he and his boss man had a falling out
He packed up his bag, paid up his motel,
& he was outta there like a shot
before the sun went down
He hadn't seen his wife in quite a long time
So he couldn't wait to be homeward bound
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dismally dashing, clashing cankering, sunken ravines
Braved the batterings of the black, heaving sea
Seized upon the cyclical stream ‘lined ‘long the wind
Yonder b’yond the decrepit hail,
Nailing mine knees upon this hill.
I sang by a bygone cheer, a childish chortle
Honed where, and whence
Mine woes wade with homeward hopes.
Now, where one dare awoke,
a-top such the slope
To sing a song that shall beat at the bulkheads,
of the boats borne below
A sonnet sung to arise with the seeds of the soil
Arise as a rose
Manned with the majesty, the masculinity,
Of the man within me.
So to see the afflicting affections,
Of the sanctity without me.
So to see and reel in the eel,
Of un-static enthusiasm.
So to know, mine might may deem me,
Not the man within me,
A dastardly indelicate dame.
11//5//2026
The journey was rough
but I made it home to you
and now I'm finally safe in your arms ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The farther I travel the more home sounds like a good place to be
If you come, I’ll be awakened
From the dream I used to see
By surprise I shall be taken
If you come to visit me
Life’s a soup made of illusion
And reality we hold
Add some pepper to this fusion
I can throw a pinch of salt
Let’s come out for a walk
I might say to you
Under shady trees we’ll talk
Like we used to do
But if you won’t come to me
Then I’ll go alone
To the shore of this old sea
To hear it splashing on.
My spirits are crushing -
Anxiety, blushing,
Giving words to depression's dissertation.
And in activity, haunting -
The threat is there, taunting,
Praying for a moment's isolation.
Through the journeys I'm hiding -
An escape that I'm striving,
Postponing that self aggravation.
But with darkness, approaching -
Lost minutes to poaching,
Coming home, the last destination.
Relinquishing will, slowing down thought flow,
stripped of desire, presence yet pulsates,
alive, aglow, aflame with bliss,
resplendent in its own light,
standing without support,
thus divine entwined,
vibrant and poised,
grazed by grace
in the
void.
Staid
silence
enables
discovery
of our inner light,
innate and eternal,
reverberating in heart;
soundless thunder in renewal,
being but the breath of God of course,
beseeching our soul to return back home.
In the echoing chamber of my soul
I grapple with the shadows of my essence
In a desolate expanse of loneliness
I search for solace, a gentle caress
To wrap me in tender embrace
Igniting embers that thaw the frost within
As tears of hope mingle with the warmth
Reclaiming moments of elusive peace
In the sculptured curve of a chest, I find
Sanctuary, a haven where my sorrows rest
Hopes, though faded, softly sleep
While memories of the moment are made
Mounting a path that leads homeward
To the hush of ancient kin, where serenity whispers upon the wind
In the silent embrace of ancestral lore
Where peace reigns eternal
Would you walk from east to west
Or vice-versa, there and back
Would you take the smooth highway
Or the lesser used old track
Of course there are other ways
For travelling far and wide
It's all found in the journey
And on what one will decide
Some days you'll be far away
And you may wake up alone
But you'll find a direction
As you meander and roam
The footprints you follow
Are from histories renowned
They will guide you truly
As you are heading homeward bound
As we harness Fate’s wild winds to our lee
While navigating Life’s troublesome sea,
We become flanked by Scylla and Charybdis
With only our life experience to guide us.
Yet try we do, and we sail on through,
Life’s rocky straits where others can't save us.
Before muddling on through Atropos swirling brew,
Knowing we’ll lose many close friends around us.
As we sail homeward like the hero Odysseus
Who plied forward through Life’s trials and mess,
We yearn for gentler and glassier seas,
While trying to remain Life's protagonist.
May our loved ones always light up our lives... And our way in the dark....and may we always find our way home no matter how far we roam.
Homeward bound
By Michelle Morris
21/04/2020
I am like a ship
Sailing out at sea;
I am homeward bound,
Wild and free.
No matter how
Far I roam,
Every adventure
Leads me
Back home.
For our loved ones
Are our greatest
Freedom;
To love completely
Without reason.
They allow our
Wildest hopes
To bloom
And keep us
Focused on the
Moon.
Rising up no
Matter the dark,
Knowing our
Loved ones
Are starry sparks.
Lighting our way,
Homeward bound;
Love beyond
The horizon,
Expanding in time.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
seagulls surf the wind
my escort home
across the waves
young man
hocking guitar
to get home
Today's exhaustion
will eventually fall off,
as path leads homeward.
It’s been a long time since we talked, many days have passed
A bitter road I have walked but those days won’t last
For I had lost my way in a test that I always fail
As I forgot to pray and thus this story of that tale
The pandemic had come causing my routine to change
But to all of this I was numb as it didn’t even feel strange
As each day had passed my new routine became the same
Seemed I put Jesus last and in this I felt pretty lame
But I was stubborn in my way, towards the Lord I was defiant
I wanted things my way and missed every sign He sent
But I knew something was missing because I felt it in my heart
And so I began wishing for simply a brand new start
Remember the prodigal son, the Father ran to him upon his return
Well I finally said I’m done as Jesus told parables that we would learn
So as the new year rang in
I decided to return Home
Resolute in conquering all my sin
There’s no longer any need to roam
Luke 15:11-32
The Prodigal Son
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