Freedom of thought
By Michelle Morris
22/04/2023
When people land up in mental institutions
When they land up in rehab for addiction
When they land up in prison
When they land up trapped by life
They are all trying to navigate their path
However troublesome and challenging it is
However rocky and treacherous it seems
However debilitating it can often feel
People have to make their own choices
Whether fighting the system or working it
No one who truly engages in living
Can leave this existence unscathed
Every person has a reason
For the meandering of their journey
Every person deserves to shine
To find happiness in their purpose
Whatever our circumstances
We always have the power of choice
For even in a locked fortress
Every person has the freedom of thought
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Singular self-existent light
Of choiceless choice made day and night
Manifesting bubbles in space
Love’s essence making dark spots bright
Cut to chase, no puzzles to lace
All that is, is but divine grace
By polarity inversion
We find ourselves trapped in this place
Earth sojourn, our soul's excursion
To feel desire and aversion
We exit the way we came in
By repeated bliss immersion
We have a choice of love or sin
Negating cravings, we begin
Ceasing needless struggle and strife
Choosing light, to ego's chagrin
Soul's ascent, here now in this life
Requires us to become bliss rife
Ego dies, we become twice born
Smooth’s rebirth, for love's the mid-wife
We are between opposites torn
But that changes when ego's shorn
We see then by spherical sight
Body's a vessel we adorn
01-November-2022
A Psalmody of Psalm Ninety One
God is our refuge, He is our shelter
Kept safe from demons are those who’re blessed
Beneath wings of the Almighty that cares
Spared from the snares of unwanted foul quests.
Fear not nightmares or terrors of darkness
Under presence of angels we’re redeemed
Freed from toxic perils that come by day
All being as seen in heavenly dreams.
Our God sees everything below the sun
The wicked face trial before one’s eyes
What goes around comes back around it’s said
Evil ways will always be recognised.
Those who love as the Lord said we all should
Will never become trampled underfoot
By any human man, woman or beast
Daredevils who tried would land up as soot.
Our dear Lord saves those seeking salvation
Call God by His name and you will be found
The shepherd will always find his lost sheep
From that day on one shall be glory bound.
26th September 2021
By Dawne Zacharias
When the early pioneers landed in 1620
They were weary,
They came to worship the Lord in
The way the scriptures taught.
A Sign hoisted on board the ship said,
"They committed themselves to the Will of God
And resolved to proceed."
Cape Cod sighted on November 19, 1620.
A wooded land up to the edge of plenty.
The Mayflower Compact;
Laid the foundations of the first
civil body politic in America,
The covenant was given and taken;
It Laid the foundations of the
American republic.
No Monarchy or Dictatorship,
but upon, the consent of the governed.
On the Plymouth Rock monument it reads;
"They laid the foundation
of a state wherein every man
through countless ages
should have liberty."
Alice Run!
Down Down, the rabbit hole!
A secrete place
Escape away
Monsters and Goblins
Just tales of old
Vamps and Witches
Only exist in the real world
In that land, up above
In man, without love
In a strange land, a
Truth-twisted, God-resisted land
Man's evil addiction
Quick now Alice,
Back to fiction
Alice, no!
A girl on tv
She's a mother to be
Do they hate her
Because they fear
She not their normalsy
Beasts with nothing to do
So its all up to you
To voice and say
She's not a freak, she's not ugly
Oh Alice, what will we do?
Evil is real
Not pretend, not fiction
It is that of man
With no Godly conviction
Oh Alice, take me with you
Down Down, the rabbit hole
Lets leave behind
The obsene real-world
I hear the victims cry
And the headstones say
Come a lil closer
We're still hungry
But Alice is sane
As sane as a mad-hatter
She'll stand the test of time
Alice can see up rabbit hole
And perhaps in time
In this land of rhyme
She'll see no reason to go
Homage to Catalonia?
Policeman wielding batons or shedding a welled up tear,
Flag waving populace or staying home in fear,
State defence of self, or defending an historic lie,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
Turning out to vote, or disobedient serf,
Democratic abuser or defending right of birth,
Violent state repression or debating reasons why,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
Hurried lines drawn on maps or quite beyond the pale,
Land up for rental or permanently for sale,
Freedom of expression or state to look and pry,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
Part of bigger state, or standing on your own,
Wired in kit at home, or mobile telephone,
Going with a third, or vote not home and dry,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
©Keith Murphy
A strange thing just happened, I woke up dead
Was winging my way to the promised land up ahead
Angels were singing
To my jammies, was clinging
Then the alarm went off and I jumped out of bed
The shadows are pleading
That come from the sky
The sun is not shining
The clouds start to cry
The ocean is growling
Something's amiss
When the wind started blowing
It's powerful kiss
I'm in the drink
Surrounded by fear
Shouting for GOD
Hoping he'll hear
Backed in a corner
A jam,now I'm spun
If he does'nt hear me
I'll start calling his son
Then on the horizon
It started to pear
Land up ahead
And a voice I could hear
I heard you the first time
And the the second one
Even when you started....callin my son
The very next time you get in a jam
I'll always be hear....you know who I am
Comfort Me Oh Black Shamballa
For all the 'ninth nights' I can't attend
Let me moan, caress you, cry and mend
Friends, colleagues gone that way
Funerals converge same same day
Too many murders too many cancers
Hearts give out and brains can't answer
Comfort me oh black shamballa
'Llow me to fidget while I twist 'n holla
Sweet flight Calm seas Men of honour
We'll meet again in fair land up yonder.
Simple pleasures
We, although a small family of three,
keep longing for simple pleasures of life,
Now miss our usual adventurous spree
and land up losing to daily no good strife.
Just having a serene walk in the garden
or be it watching a good movie together,
Being naughty and then ask for a pardon
and win subtle caress of a mellow weather.
Written Jan 21st, 2016
Sponsor- Kim Merryman
Pasta comes in lots of colours, in many shapes and sizes,
Each one does a different job, in several different guises.
The smaller the pasta used in a soup the lighter it will be,
It’s used to fill your tum, when you eat it you’ll agree.
Pasta sheets make lasagne, both vegetable and meat,
Quickly bringing families to the table to eat.
Spaghetti is a favourite too, of that you will agree,
It’s used in Bolognaise, one of my favourites for tea.
Macaroni is a favourite household American dish
Mac and Cheese recipes people think are delish.
Pasta can be filled with yummy food to eat,
Mushroom, cheese or vegetable parcels really are a treat.
Flour, eggs and water makes a perfect pasta,
Beetroot puree makes it red and squid ink turns it blacker,
Orange is made by adding lots of tomato puree
If you want it green, spinach makes it groovy!
If you make pasta at home roll it very thin
Fun to make, it hopefully won’t land up in the bin!
Whether long or short, tubes, shapes or frills
We all agree that pasta has all the skills
To make us eat our meals much faster
So come on mum, bring on the pasta!
May be It could be a lot more simple.
It was Then and It is Now.
Then, I find happiness in every little things.
Chasing dreams was once the way of reminding myself
That “I am living a Life”.
With every stroke of serendipity,
I land up where I am bound to be loved, cared and secured.
It was Then that
I keep on keeping on and try on trying on.
Consistency was key strength.
And so I never die within.
Now, A little confident left within;
Dream once a dream,
No longer a chase.
Things I want to tell the world are buried deep within.
Like a wall flower,
I am nowhere to be appreciated.
I enjoy my aloofness
Coz society is what I am scare of.
Trapped in within a fetters of societal talk and norms.
Now, I find no happiness.
If there is any,
A life of hermit is what I prefer.
Think Big, dream big, see big and restrain from keeping your mouth big, you might land up in trouble
It's the Snowstorm!!!!!
Its a snowstorm!!!
Stay cozy...stay warm...
outside there..is a snowstorm!
Nature revealing itself of its turbulent form.
In circling motion it swings the trees
making the rest, stand still and freeze
Snowflakes run down faster than the breeze
piling upon the land up above your knees.
Watch out! its a jubilant affair
Nature at its play
...astounding, amazing, bewildering...I must say!!!
The aftermath alters the visage of the earth
and humanity seems to cuddle around the hearth.
All fair and white, lovely and bright
Yet, things are never just right !
Hence,
Be peaceful, be calm
In prayerful gratitude fold your palm
Think of the Great One who designed this all
the storming breeze and the dainty snowfall!
Thank you Lord for this snowstorm
May we receive your grace in every form.!!!
You pack up your dreams in a four-by-ten wagon,
It looks like a ship with a sail,
Your neighbors in old Pennsylvania are waving
Farewell…by the side of the trail.
You tell ev’rybody “There’s land up in Oregon,
You’ll find you a farm that don’t fail,
You’ll stop with your children each evening for supper,
And cook by the side of the trail.
But out in Nebraska there’s late falling snow into April,
You wake up one morning…the frostbite took three of your toes;
Your children are sleeping so sweetly and so sadly so peaceful…
They’ll sleep there together long after the wagon train goes.
You’ll raise some new children when you’re up in Oregon,
And you and your wife will prevail,
But some nights you’ll dream of those little wood crosses
Back there…by the side of the road.
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