Higher, through this loftier
Discretion of mind
Than what does flash, sky-winging
To Earth's space confined
Places one, which bright state in
Is joy's true Heaven.
Clearer, purer. Whose source is
God. Ever risen.
Lyre-clasping, a warbler, too
Myself, of love songs.
Miss, smiling meek, attested!
Which trait there belongs!
A hill that's
about to vanish
with a spark
reflecting
from a loner's home
scintillating
like a star.
When I was a kid,
the hill was loftier,
was a landmark
to locate my school
from the roof of our house.
Unlike back then,
it‘s in a tortured state
like counting down
the leftover
years of life
along with
a solitary glow
portraying
the last hope.
Days then, were they longer?
Minds then loftier?
Speculating, on whose time's need
Could but have raised this!
Divine, that which lights up
For awe our faces.
Believer's and unbeliever's!
That mercifully
Passing, as it does, and plainly
Through God's own Earth-life.
Glass page on colourful glass page.
Fades not to dismiss.
Words set to music
reach a loftier plane
than naked words
alone
Melody lifting
what’s spoken or sung
to where only
— it can go
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The eyes of yesterday
cry in silence behind broken glasses
where perception is scattered
like dust swept away
So as not to distort the memories
of a tempestuous fool
trapped in a whirlwind of lost judgment
in a drunken playground of self-indulgence
painting a loftier picture of lies
which slipped through life's fingers
like mercury
though long loftier are visited much
like space empty needed seeing some stars
your wisdom scales twice thrice at least as such
brings peace ends bloody loud proud wicked wars
less more deeply thought seals the sentence fought
upfront counting costs gains what matters most
asides any passions which wrath has wrought
humbly speaking what all others would boast
exceptions abound all you only one
heart once longing can no longer endure
when love finds disappears passion's deep fun
or holding true forever fixed and sure
falls victim arbitrary disease death
builds wall thick long tall none can ever climb
memory pain lingers each ev'ry breath
capacity drops words cease out of time
quiets all long-winded pseudo gravity
calms hears soothes sighs sees always brevity
*
*
**
***
joy and pain
victory and defeat
hope and despair
exist
side
by
side
and
interwoven
in to
the
same
fabric
of life,
teaching us,
building us,
and
strengthening us.
thus
launching
us
higher
and
higher
in
to
loftier
space
Some say stars are
sky glitter --
every girl likes a little
extra sparkle,
and every boy needs
direction of loftier eyes
every soul seeking greater
constellation
nearer horizons
I keep my sighs....
I know nothing of
where the wild geese go
other than been told
by those with loftier eye
I know little of where
the natural streams flow
if not for those who have
thought to journey and try
I cannot say, whether heaven
nor hell, my loved ones passed
are yet silent. Content not to know
till after I go, if the knowing remain
respectfully compliant.
Marvelous to see
a condor soar
unlike the ghoul
when landed and picking --
master of thermals!
dark lord of demise --
which makes me more
profoundly consider
his tearing beak, and
vacant, soulless eyes
imagining now, a higher
purpose, loftier reason
for his seeming casual
glides -- dripping red, making
bleeding sunsets~ exposing
man's many elevated truths
(righteousness we use to
impale one another)
as splatters of bloody lies --
It takes off-rhyme
to heighten rhyme --
like background in a
painting, should not
obliterate the fore...
leaving little to view,
less to excite and visually
explore -- (my wife, a fashion
plate...and I, the mutt of a date~
somehow, it works....)
I guess, if not for man's fall,
there would be no theme of God
to venerate -- in a dark sense~
evil is the light of good reflection
a night that makes bright the stars
a canvas of the greater heavens yet
to lasso and draw-in or pull one's self
up for loftier expansion --
earth experience, perhaps a mere dust-mite
on the surface of creation --
With poetry, Free Verse is far from free:
a rush pounding as the poet's heart~ bursting a
dam of pent-up, drumming passion -- overflowing
banks insane to absorb, to further-in deepen pools of
whatever for drink. Everything is attached...a-thirst, with seen
and unseen flowing tethers --
the well intended but deluded soul
took on itself to spread God’s word
the fixation soon became its mission
to rescue those deemed wayward
the vulnerable who suffer on earth
tottering on the very edge of despair
clutch at wisps of straw so proffered
but of absolute truth remain unaware
there is no solace in words and symbols
scriptures merely point out direction
we each need to walk on the path alone
paving way for our soul’s resurrection
the entity who seeks must drop away
God cannot be caged in conditioned belief
the light eternal is loftier than mind thinks
in vibrancy of staid stillness turn a new leaf
Antibiotics
inventions for surgery
more effective and
renown – disinfectants
so germs are deadly affected,
yet disease and poverty
abound – we build our
towers ever higher
loftier into the ground
Revenge is beneath you
By Michelle Morris
27/07/2020
Revenge is not a worthy pursuit -
It is a waste of time and energy,
And doesn't suit you...
We are light bearing souls -
Crafted from the stars and have
Loftier aspirations than
Leaving hurt or scars...
Revenge is beneath you -
It harms all it encounters;
When you turn to revenge,
Your whole psyche flounders...
No matter the victory
Over any evil foe,
Revenge harms you always -
It is a stain on your soul...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Believing
Miracle Man
5/26/2023
Start with doable goals and in faith believe,
for greatest knowledge we can ever achieve.
If rooted in choices from everyday living,
taking risks isn’t bad; most are forgiving.
One only excels when right conditions prevail,
so know your target and pay attention to detail.
If something isn’t working be bold and retry,
we’re relegated to failure when we cease to try.
The loftier the goal, the greater the price tag,
Losing your focus is like raising a white flag.
We’re assured of failing when effort is lacking,
So focus is vital if you think you’re slacking.
Focusing on goals helps make them forthcoming,
Believing is mile one on the road to becoming.
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