The Team
Life’s quest begins with natural talent to ascend,
On two legs in motion and words for communication.
With parental guidance and skill development by trial and error,
And observation and utilization of education as time progresses,
Every adventure is new and exciting as the senses are invigorated
And where leaps and bounds are greeted with self-satisfaction.
As years pass, physical and mental development focuses
On windows of opportunity that life offers for existence
Through failure and accomplishment in living experience.
Ambitions realized question rewards and behaviours
That require skill sets and demand continuous repetition
Until exhausted; success may not be the resulting accumulation.
The path to the summit requires effort and commitment
Of physical exertion, and mental capacity to attempt the challenge
With a methodical stratagem, deeper understanding, and patience.
Now is the time for reflection: “How did I arrive at this place in time?”
Many believed in your abilities; the joy and pain, setbacks and gains,
But you are not alone; a team coincides behind you every step of the way.
All year long it's iced coffee season,
in that hot tub or during a blizzard.
Filled to the brim bare bones bitter,
invigorated I am FINALLY awake.
You don't want to see me without it.
The temperature matches my mood,
hard and cold and utterly relentless.
Caffeine won't ever be the side piece.
Hot air never did too much for me.
I'll let warmth dissipate into action,
snowflakes make a strong brew swirl.
Caught up in the art of the freezing,
during the heat of an atomic summer
that drop dead shiver fires you up.
Twenty below or during a heatwave,
Iced coffee season is all year long.
Ice
bitter, piercing
shaking, gasping, plunging
frost, numbness, glow, vitality
stirring, warming, floating
invigorated, bright
Fire
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading
spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams
cadenced with
rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal.
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze like emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness.
The sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to the void
of oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…
Boom! something happened
Something said a thousand times
Running up, ready for action
but as always, nothing really happened
As always it's quiet,
always cold and lifeless,
lonely
and it gets old
Every morning i wake up
invigorated, excited
it lends to the
the anticipation
the adrenaline, nerves
shaky hands
all absent
instead it all leads to nothing
to disappointment
with all the beers drank
Cigarettes smoked
laughs shared
the faith to raise an ego
is it adequate?
is it truly just fraud
an imposter even?
tell me
what will you do?
when it's loud
explosive, and warm
New, even
when Boom! Somethings happened,
and for real this time
Inspired by the Scorpio New Moon.
Embrace your Soul. Be authentic and know your power.
Blessings, Michelle
Leave a legacy of amazingness
By Michelle Morris
20/11/2025
Tonight as the New Moon is upon us
Let your Soul speak to you
Embrace its mystery and magic
Know that you are powerful
Be authentic and believe in yourself
Because no one could ever be you
You are here on a special mission
You have a purpose and a truth
Let the dark night sky show you her stars
Let the energy of this Moon be inspiring
Let your heart and mind be invigorated
Let your Soul's spark be ignited
Gaze out into the heavens and know peace
Allow the silence and stillness to ground your being
Know that you have a place in this Universe
God and His Angels have your back
Life isn't always an easy ride
But you get a chance to make choices
Honour your gifts and enjoy your song
Don't let your music die in you
You are the co-creator of your life
Work with God and His Angels
Become a masterpiece in this Universe
Leave a legacy of amazingness
© Michelle Morris, 2025
I say I don’t care
Running fingers through my hair
Stopping in the corner to stare
Ignoring any sign to beware
No country for old men
No state for young love beginning again
No postage stamp for me to send
Nothing special except hoping to mend
Bruised soul, broken heart
Preparing myself for a new place to depart
Living again somewhere far apart
From an existence far beyond hopes of a start
Sorry to say, my emotions I must obey
Invigorated by a sense that resounds betray
Yet I lift my chin and face the sunny day
Waiting for the sorrow to pass away
Yes I must forge the words that I care
This is not the evidence of a dare
Not the account of the clothes I wear
Just heart pounding and mind glare
You were all that mattered
Forgotten footsteps of a baby’s patter
Lost promises of a love canvas’ torn tatter
As I watch the paint cry in a somber splatter
A tumultuous time came unushered in my beleaguered life
that writhed in the crushing clutch of destructive agony.
My heart broke, bled with desperation in pining pain,
found no arms stretched to be embraced by solace.
At the edge of hope as the helpless mind sorely got
the unmistakable signal of the beginning of the end,
it surrendered to the benevolent power of the almighty,
prayed for the miraculous results of divine intervention.
In the darkness of opaque nights the tormented life found
in the wilderness the winding path illumined by His light.
My soul swam in the sea of infinite faith, the supreme savior,
to know that the creator’s grace protects what He creates.
As the servile senses perceived the ways of providence,
the feeling of getting assured protection in His benign shelter
invigorated the mental strength for the destined rejuvenation,
and the heart responded to the divine healing touch for revival.
Different individuals, yet sharing the same heart,
Different individuals, yet united by the same vision.
They emerge from their shelters at dawn,
Invigorated by the morning light.
Boys with diverse talents,
They transformed the unused and discarded.
Boys of profound grace,
They knew how to summon the elements to do their bidding.
Boys of insight and wisdom,
They were regarded as blessed by the Divine.
Boys of remarkable strength,
They toiled from dawn until twilight.
They were separated in their search for the fullness of light,
Venturing apart in their quest to understand the mysteries of the night.
One by one, they disappeared,
Lost to the unknown,
Veiled by the unseen.
July 24, 2025.
E-xpression
L-ets
Y-our
N-ame
I-nspire
E-veryone
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Elynie E. Echon)
In the ebb and flow of feelings that is the cycle of my life
I seem to be caught in the spring of my emotions
while winter stalls refusing to take its leave.
Like a bad virus insisting to overstay its welcome
tenacious snow lingers under unrelenting skies of grey
while nippy winds bring rebel clouds and showers.
Entangled in that indecisive in-between of cold and warmth
I’m caught in a no-man’s-land of chrysalid and growth
that ominous period of longing avidly for better climes.
Forever craving the sunshine that would feed my soul
I’m reduced to a withered rosebud desperate for any ray of sun
so I can come to life and feel invigorated.
And so it goes as I ride this roller coaster
of the weather of my emotions.
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Ah, behold
Prince William in uniform,
chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight,
a speech polished like his medals,
echoing across parade grounds
as cameras hum like obedient bees.
“Duty, honor, courage,”
he proclaims,
as if reading from an antique scroll
dusted off for dramatic effect.
Crowds swoon.
Generals nod.
Newspapers burst into patriotic confetti.
And somewhere, in mahogany offices,
other leaders lean forward—
inspired, invigorated,
tugging at their tailored lapels,
murmuring, “Yes, yes, it’s time I put on a uniform too.”
What a pageant!
Suitors of war now march with princely conviction,
banners of legacy fluttering in the breeze of manufactured glory.
Recruitment numbers spike,
missile budgets blossom,
and drones, oh so dutiful,
take flight with newfound moral purpose.
Peace?
A quaint notion—
better saved for museum plaques and children's books.
The Prince has spoken.
The machinery whirs louder,
oiled by rhetoric,
driven by legacy,
and crowned by applause.
an ethereal presence slid into the corners of a melancholy day
she uplifted the protagonist as she knew she could
for he was her golden boy; she had loved him since beyond time
his gloomy continence took a rather sharp turn
he felt uplifted, as if positivity had been injected into his brains
hark, who is there? he wondered
his grandmother was the first spirit he considered
she had always been his champion
why should she be anything else but his heroine post death?
he listened for her words
they came not from her voice
but from her heart directly into his heart
he knew he was not alone; she was here
his blessed grandmother, one of his favorite people
of this realm, and now of the heavenly realm
her words resounded into the recesses of his soul
no one else knew him as well
or could uplift him this quickly
he felt refreshed and invigorated.
“she would be lucky to have you,” his guardian angel whispered.
not his grandmother’s voice, but her spirit.
He ran off to ask Dorothy to be his bride.
No one in the world reminded him more of his grandmother.
With her soft brown eyes and her wonderful listening ways.
verdent valley has a refreshing feel
I am invigorated and renewed
my soul feels cleansed by the cold grass
I sit low, looking at the individual blades
the color is fascinating, God’s color
replicated in the leaves of a walnut tree
and the healthy balls of her fruits
spectacular colors that wake me up
and make me feel alive and joyful
After the floods,
We were left with nothing,
Our homes lay in ruins,
All we had gone leaving us torn.
It was an unprecedented downpour,
Twilight’s gift to us,
Spring was in full swing,
The water level rose unabatedly.
Everything we had worked for all taken by the floods,
Everything we had laboured for was damaged by the floods,
Our town stood in the shadow,
Our homes were a torturing silence.
Days after the floods,
We strengthened our feeble hands,
We invigorated our weary minds,
We arose to bring back what had gone to the deep.
April 22, 2024.
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