There’s a power in your heart equal to the magnitude of a star.
The tide of your love can sweep away all cramped torments.
The symphony of your being overwhelms the dissonance of pain.
In your hand nestles the future of your every hope.
In your brightness glimmers the promise of endless days.
So, only remember your divinity.
Try to imagine the smile of God
when he made you an angel
and gave you to his creation
as a ray of angelic love.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
Fade light on forest floor
Squirrel's footsteps quiet hush
Nature's wisdom softly speaks
Breezes of ancient tales told
Shade
Fading embers warm shade
Shadows hide the forest's shade
Squirrel's wisdom whispers fade
Sounds of memories shade
Forest's mystery abides fade
I have lived
I have died
I have laughed
I have cried
I have loved
I have hated
I have been happy
I have been sad
I have been up
I have been down
I was found
I was lost
I was light
I was dark
I was me
I was no one
I was good
I was bad
I was peace
I was chaos
This is who I am
This is who I was
I am me
I am nobody
I can see the stars shining
beyond the pain of their flames
I can see the moon reflecting
the whole love over its waning
I can see the river flowing
beneath its obstacles
I can see the mountains growing
from the little grains unnoticed
I can see the waves rippling
above its depths and downfalls
I can see the versions of me
in these whole little things
Knowledge and insights
By Michelle Morris
03/03/2023
You can examine the past
With regret or longing
But you can never change
The events as they occurred
All that you can hope for
Is that you gain wisdom and experience
Knowledge and insights
For your spiritual path and growth
You can plan your future
With care and consideration
But you can't control how much time
You have to accomplish all your dreams
All that you can hope for
Is that you know yourself fully
That you embrace your uniqueness
And your special purpose
© Michelle Morris, 2023
beer bloat
morning after
football Sunday
am I, or the bar
the consumer
I don't know
I had a good time
shot some pool
cracked some jokes
flirted with girls
not half my age
so vain
so pointless
so fun
journey coming
soon, so
shutting it down
redirecting energy
focus
vision
to what I want more
than football Sunday
a different land
a different people
I hope at least I
brain bloat
broader horizons
deeper insights
and sharper perspectives
than I afford myself here
...yeah
unto that end
I will exercise my mind
and body
un-glut, unclutter
minimalize
rid myself
of this
beer bloat
INSIGHTS
recalled
words
hollowing
out a memory
in a trompe l’œil
of
a
disparate
miscellany
held
aloft&
framed
in view
a living
collage
ongoing
carefree
&
literally
done,
looking out
from
a study in
irreverence
re-imagined
&
half-present
self-involved
serious
purposed
in
a
visual game
so smooth
a
grand thesis
of
intrigue
or statement
of
continuous
imagination
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Poignant promises
let bygones be fractured noise
withered wastelands wants
Love is the gentle light that falls down, abides
Bringing joy, hope and faith - His amazing grace
Leaving hearts inspired by a wonder that guides
Love this beautiful brings kindness to erase
Every worry and doubt, the clouds of despair
Filling lives with brilliant wonder to embrace
Love this clever melts darkness with a prayer
Melodies of compassion whisper through souls
Sparking passions with enthusiasm to share
Love this incredible helps hearts reach their goals
Kissing naked reflections with warm delights
Painting natures with a rapture that controls
Love this alive colors the blackest of nights
With a Savior who blessed our lives with insights
The sole praise for being blessed is priceless.
Inhale the soft glow of the soul welly.
It's false to force others to your embrace.
He just pulls the faint air from blessed body.
Desire to get rid of gloom and sadness.
What a gloss golden chance to be alive.
Leading, sustaining, and soulful living.
There have been few reshaping swarmed to thrive.
Regret has excelled in untethering.
Having reached a whit of skill to contrive.
What glory has been given utterly?
Our goal is to live as long as feasible.
I loathe the stoics for their tenacity.
Ignore your claim round ranking audible.
What we've created is almost perfectly.
What an excellent feeling that all is good.
As I rode, I grasped how to be together.
The work is still in the layering hood.
It was an outcome of prior sway blunder.
This is a huge gift from the diced awards lured.
Written: November 22, 2021
Pieces align when I least expect a ally
Leaving the puzzle of life sagacious
Wise, shrewd, balanced
Aware of hope
Rays of light whisper through me, leaving their vision
To flavor my heart with hues of scarlet
Flowing joy that prays for wisdom and truth
Embracing gasps of sweet compassion which breathes peace
Casting blue shadows on the night
Will love unveil the joyful light?
Mystery sighs
Tender insights
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
February 5, 2021
proud communal standing of oak —
leaves allot fresh air
8/12/2020
Ziket Form 8/5 syllables
*Learned about this form from Gershon
by way of Line. I love brevity! Fun!
Can I call myself a poet
If I write about my home,
Instead of fancy castles?
If I write when I’m bored
Just all things ordinary
without a thesaurus beside me,
Just to fill a mental hole ?
Can I call myself a teacher
If I teach someone to love
Themselves, with no regrets
Teach them why they matter
And why they deserve the world ?
Can I call myself an Artist
If I can stain the sheet,
And shatter the monotony with
Thoughts that lay disarray ?
Can I call myself human
If I let other humans be
Without gashing someone’s spirits
Or providing to the chaos,
That devours the world as a whole ?
Can’t we all just seek our calling
For it leads no harm and wrecks no hope
just feeds minds with lessons,
Of positivity ,joy and encouragement
And triumph to the soul.
friend in dark place
cold walking along
why can they see the light
10/18/2019
Poetry Contest: Get in touch with your Zen
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
How Many Syllables.... 4-5-6 syllables
POEM 47 MY INSIGHTS
WHEN I LOOK AT YOU I LOOK INTO
YOUR EYES THERE I SEE A MIRROR
OF YOUR SOUL.
WHEN YOU SPECK TO ME YOU SPEAK
DIRECTLY ONTO MY MIND TO TELL THE
STORY TOO SOFTER NEVER HEARD.
THINK JUST WHAT WOULD BE LIKE
TO STAND JUST WHERE I AM.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
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