Sometimes with increased wealth
We have to give much more of ourselves
"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet
I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
then you gathered me in passions ballad
and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace, all I knew became unglued.
Such an amazing, glorious sensation
increased its revelation because your known
was equally thrown, richly altered just as my own.
Times like now, our desires seek declaration
from our mutual flames celebration
of romantic love we both hold as a blessing.
You say our love is so tenderly strong, it is truly poetic.
Tonight, as your lips tantalize mine until intoxicated,
the entire world fades away unrealized ~
only we exist inside a shared bliss that enthralls.
Again, and once more, I always seek your lips for kisses
I adore while wishing all were reality, not my fantasies
creating a sedating escape from the unrequited
love I am always bleeding. It is silent kisses
and all my other pretendings that keep
what never started from
ever ending.
Fall seven times, rise eight
Shake off the dust, shed the weight
Soldier on with increased stride and pace
Unwavering and wearing a brave face
For the man who believes lives
And God who forgives gives
All have sinned and fallen short
No man’s will is a formidable fort
His building and watching are in vain
His own ways and means must be slain
And too his appetite for transgression
If God’s Will must find expression
The old must waste and face ban
For the full making of a new man
The Spirit of God puts up insistence
Overpowering the flesh’s resistance
And since so little of self was involved
No flesh claims to have had this resolved
Praise be to God for His Grace
Being our edge of Truth in life’s race
For the picture would be grim and dim
Had it not been for Him
And so where we gloated and rumbled
We now stand redeemed and humbled
Not by might, not by power
Nor by the apt knowledge of the hour
Did we find ourselves favored
Or claim to have so laboured
We were carried on eagle’s wings
We who are now made priests and kings
K. Muitherero
Inspired by... Keeping the Faith and making a positive difference in the World.
I remain a conduit for God's Grace
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2025
There are times when I am weary
Feeling defeated from the Quest
The fight against Evil for Good
Takes its toll on my Soul's zest
I speak to God and His Angels
I ask for Guidance and increased Faith
Because it's difficult to be human
And help others' Demons slay
My efforts may be humble
My pace slower than I'd hoped
But I know I make a positive difference
In a World where Love seems cold
For I will keep Love glowing
I'll keep it warm and kind
My Light shines through every Darkness
To remind humans to be mindful
No matter what might happen
I remain a conduit for God's Grace
I persevere on my Life's Path
To leave the World a better place
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Written By: D. Collins 5/25/25
As we mark 5 years of the death of George Floyd.
Any community agreements are now null and void.
We traveled through a wormhole back to the 1950's.
When white supremacy was the rule in all of our cities.
That mindset has increased and reared its ugly head again.
With talk of Donald Trump pardoning Derek Chauvin.
We're in another dimension and gone back in time.
When judgement is rendered before there's a crime.
Many are unsure if we are still on planet earth.
When only MAGA and the Jews have value and worth.
With babies crying and dying all around the globe.
They never asked to be dragged down that wormhole.
And the hearse did rehearse its path,
Though the skeleton held dearly
To his ground, smiling loud.
He was bare - needed a shroud,
With his straight bow, grinned severely.
For it seems, he’ll not move ever.
There’s his calcified stick figure,
Who’s not shamed in the least.
For on earth, his time’s increased.
Seems he’s stuck in mortis-rigor.
A hunter of expressive words, am I
especially those which I came to know
inspire, uplift, or honor God, then try
directing how they flow to tell and show.
From a young age, words were a magic way
I shared my inner thoughts on a blank page.
Then, over time, this urge increased to say
God's spirit seemed to guide me to engage.
So many thoughtful words fill up my mind-
until I choose and mold some very well;
fermenting those stirred in my soul, I find
they seem soon to create a mystic spell.
I know God guides me as my words will flare
and steer so well from just a single thought;
This must be true- I don't know from elsewhere
my rhythmic words of poetry are brought.
I didn't mean to kill her
The feeling inside
As her eyes go silver
Yet I have nothing to hide
She was my confidence
It's what made me go on
They brought it to this
Her screams made a solemn song
All the others held a smirk
As I grasped her lifeless body
They wanted me to hurt
As I let go of her softly,
My confidence is dead
Only pain increased
They got to my head
And now she's deceased
There are 8.2 billion people in the world
If we all invested ten dollars each every week
We could create employment
For every unemployed person in the world
parents with fair wages
can feed their families
overcoming both poverty
and starvation
Every country would benefit from
increased tax revenue
Well, the extra wages
decreased cost of benefits
making every government's
budget profits better
meaning they could improve education,
health, and pensions
If we add to that using
the brains of the country
to put forward investment ideas
Then we could direct that investment
to create sustainable greenhouse products
That improves our world,
We could decide to have fewer children
So we don't overpopulate
the world and create a world
That can sustain our existence
allowing other animals
to also have room to live,
Working together,
We can use our imagination
To create everything we want
We are only limited
by what we can imagine
river ghost shivers gaze vicious wicked
We rowed around the river bend;
the moon peeped under a black cloud.
An eerie feeling it did lend-
beheld a ghost with a black shroud.
Our shivers increased as we rowed;
it followed us with a blank gaze.
And, then air currents quickly flowed
as winds intensified the haze.
What is this vicious scene we see?
What does the wicked vision want?
Then all at once, it flew with glee!
Black garbage bag- our scary taunt!
Lithe, light and lovely, Luanna mourned her elf friend’s death
Wearing the flowers he had always loved, increased her grief.
The rest of the fey understood her predicament,
the meadow was empathetic, eager to help, enthusiastic about her.
Her gossamer wings were pearlized, shining in the moonlight
She said a prayer for her buddy, and then the dancing began
Festivities included frolicking, florals, and faerie folktales
Elvin, her friend, would have loved this.
He would have raised a glass and told the best stories
A nymph came by and said “I loved him too”
Then the stories began; not as great as his, but close….
I twisted myself into a strange posture
-thinking it was comfortable-
and my heart struggled to reach past the pinch.
Gradually -like boiling frogs-
pressured increased
as the weight of foolish distraction
settled comfortably upon me.
But ugliness, like beauty,
though often hidden,
will always eventually burst forth from its soil.
What a vile, wicked bloom unfolds -
alerting us to the true state of affairs.
Then - like a prodigal fool
who's already done too much damage
I beg for your grace
Hoping -at least for a moment-
I can become something new
and never forget this ...
But I hesitate to promise.
I have failed such promises before.
And ... yet ... again ... you pluck the weight off of me,
gently unfold me from my twisted position,
and I feel a roaring surge in my arteries
as blood -and grace- return life to my body once again.
Please God ... Please!
Help me remember this time...
10 March 2025
written 6:03-6:14 PM
concept thought of after confession around noon
Embroidery thread comes in hundreds of hues
And searching the shelves it’s not easy to choose.
One purple’s too dark but the next one’s too light;
It’s hard to find one that is perfectly right.
Yet buying some extras just makes lots of sense
Since the thread isn’t close to a major expense;
So when I get some fabric to work on a quilt,
I purchase a bunch of new threads with no guilt.
Today my collection increased by a few,
Including a bold and bright turquoise-type blue.
I know that wherever my project has led,
I’ll never get stuck, hanging there by a thread.
as bliss throbs play at myriad stations
each impulse is embraced and then released
silence deepens cognising sensations
amplitude of magnetism has increased
although cravings of ego have now ceased
such is the divine paradox of bliss
rapture bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss
Reflecting...at the end of December 2009 I was homeless. However, in March of 2010 God intervened and provided me a safe roof over my head where I have resided for almost 15 years! He is a good and faithful God, who has never left me alone and I will never cease to give Him Glory, amen.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
H earing God above the chant of scoffers and being
O pen to manisfestations of true joy...I find that His
M ercy and grace 'neon lights'...negate the obvious
E xpected feelings of 'self pity'...thus this revelation
L eaves me with the 'treasure' of a renewed...deep
E stablished trust...that is profoundly and adamantly
S ubstantiated with increased love for a dependable
S ure Savior and a belief in the 'impossible' for 2010
Romans 5:3-5
copyright; jmbell-12/2009
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