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"... a Seventh heaven..."
and a loud nine they say
I doubled backed
the first time
I came
"...this way..."
There are four bacab
a Lords sheild
and some gods
Who made five points
from a mound of rocks
"... I'm a lime too..."
said a mind from my past
and then...
in the finding of lights
I could see
that a 7, a 4, a 1, and a 3
are a hand of two pair
7 are 4 gods on a 13th layer
and they appear amid...
74 tones
between 2 rooms
and a chair... "get the rub?"
I'm a lion too... she said
"... and God's pretty humourus, indeed ..."
God gave a lion some wings and a beak...
I agreed;
".... hear to guard..."
God's greatest Steed
Happy Friday the 13th
We, the feminine you need
By Michelle Morris
13/03/2026
Today is a lucky day
Today is divinely blessed
It's not what they'd like us to believe
It's about holy feminine essence
We, the keepers of the Fire
We, the keepers of the Seed
We, the keepers of the Sacred
We, the feminine you need
The ethers are crackling with glee
Energy and lightning and moonstone
Thirteen chances each year
It's time for the world to atone
This world of men, sad and grey
The world of women, bright and light
Colours and energy returning to balance
It's time to put things right
Let Angels hear our call
Let life be blessed for all
Let our collective vibration rise
Let our hearts and minds be aligned
Today is a lucky day
Today is divinely blessed
We, the women, rise to claim power
We, the women, are invested
We, the keepers of the Fire
We, the keepers of the Seed
We, the keepers of the Sacred
We, the feminine you need
We, the keepers of the Grace
We, the keepers of the Storm
We, the keepers of the Wisdom
We, the feminine are reborn
© Michelle Morris, 2026
At birth I enter the cell
Heaven and Hell
Here on Earth, it’s hard to tell
Heaven and Hell
The reading from the Holy Pell
Heaven and Hell
A highway or a stairwell
Heaven and Hell
Milton and Dante, do tell
Heaven and Hell
Screwtape’s nephew learns well
Heaven and Hell
A king and the witch’s spell
Heaven and Hell
Emotions a hurricane swell
Heaven and Hell
A voice left in quell
Heaven and Hell
Watch out for Luther’s inkwell
Heaven and Hell
Past the shadow and death’s dell
Heaven and Hell
The bell’s knell
Heaven and Hell
The 13th pealing as well
Heaven and Hell
Resolution:
Covered by a pall
And that’s all
A death and pangs on Earth
And then eternal birth
Justification,
I have not a bit.
Infatuation,
led me down the path!
She consumed my thoughts.
Powerless was I,
a husk of a man,
Crushed by desire,
unsure of myself.
Perhaps I'm a fool,
falling in lust
with such a strange girl.
Intoxicating,
mesmerizing eyes!
Long flowing black hair.
I lived in pleasure,
took too many risks!
I stood at the brink,
where death awaited.
Need held me in place,
the curse of wanting.
A glint in her eyes,
as knife plunged deeply.
All that had been mine,
now belonged to him!
I fell off the cliff,
free from her at last!
Written November 13th for Edward Ebs Contest. I hope I got it right Ed.
Form:
I
Where, oh where is Virginia Dare*,
No one can find her anywhere.
Her disappearance is the very worst,
I guess that's what comes from being the first.
*Virginia Dare was born on Aug. 18, 1587 in Roanoke Colony, Virginia, the first child born in the New World to English parents. Both the colony and all its inhabitants…80 men, 17 women, and 11 children…disappeared mysteriously, and no traces have ever been found.
II
Amelia Earhart* flew away
And hasn't been seen
To this very day.
Her goal was to make it to Paris in style,
But got only as far as a small desert isle.
*Presumed to have crashed on Howland Island in the Central Pacific Ocean, Amelia disappeared on July 2, 1937. According to a 2015 news article, her remains may have been found and identified.
III
And Jimmy Hoffa*,
Of course it's just hearsay,
Is fertilizing a field
In New York or New Jersey.
The reason for doing him in was excused,
The mob made him an offer,
And Jimmy refused.
*He was heavily involved with the mob-controlled Teamsters Union. He disappeared on July 30, 1975.
IV
The mystery in London
That continues a gripper,
Scotland Yard still doesn't know
Who was Jack the Ripper.*
Was he maybe a royal, a doctor, a rounder?
At least now the prostitutes are all sleeping sounder.
*He terrorized London from 1888-1891. the term "Ripperology" was coined to describe the study and analyses of the Ripper cases. There are over 100 theories about his identity.
V
Another conundrum
Hashed o'er many a snifter,
Concerning Sasquatch, or Bigfoot*,
Is he a myth or a mythter?
It's widely agreed that he's really quite scary,
His general description is big, tall, and hairy.
*We can also add Yeti to the list.
VI
Last, but not least,
There's the Anasazi.*
Did they self-destruct
Like a kamikaze?
Or did they decide to quit stone-age labors
And move to the city like most of their neighbors?
*This is the historical Navajo name meaning "Ancient Ones" who inhabited the 4-Corners region…Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado…up until sometime in the 13th century, archaeologists surmise. Why they abandoned their towns and cities is still a mystery.
Ere some three or four-odd days
Began our nature show some craze.
The people, truly afraid, to say,
Nowhere did find a place to stay.
The initial portension was a fire,
That left a pile of ashes and mire,
But no one knew whose was this ire,
That made our town a devil’s pyre.
Trembled, trembled everything!
And to and fro moved all the things,
That was bound by the earth insane,
Thus on the floor they’re strewn and lain.
I stared at the top of the furniture,
And heaved to find their stately nature,
Then moments fleeted in a quiet,
With farms and huts, being fine and trite.
No longer, though, prevailed this calm;
Crescendoed slowly omen’s hum;
Inaudibly was audible
That faintest screech of the strongest rebel.
On all directions fetish hung
To combat dread that evil flung,
And worshipped Christ’s generous hand,
“O save Thou us, our potent friend!”
But sinner must be most of them,
Or why from God did these trials stem?
Or not Him, but a freak of evil,
Did hurl a woe, so grand and ill?
There blew no air, but still fell down,
Glasses brought from a Chinese town,
A pair of steady dolls, whom loved
My cousin, she them fondly preserved.
That evil day finally came,
No man stayed outside, nor a dame;
The children too did stop their game,
Little children, hard to tame.
They all were scared, and none did dare
To foretell what was in the air,
Uncanny stench was all felt there,
In dense settlement and fields bare.
“See, quiver, quiver all the things!
The church-bell timid itself rings!”
And wandered lonely a frightened man,
Oft he strolled and oft he ran.
My mother prophesied a ghoul
That might again on mankind drool,
Had overwhelmed us with spells of terror,
And in this way our sin did mirror.
But as far as can I recall,
A graceful sphinx of the palace hall,
That burnt and turned into baleful earth,
Wrought a mishap in highest mirth!
13th February, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Narrative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
They knew by instinct what I have known for more than 50 years.
They were being informed by their maker that someone very special
resided due North of The Gulf of Mexico, not far from their Winter nest.
As the day of her birthday approached, a signal went out to the
Southern hibernating birds, preparing them for Northern flight.
They knew that the 13th of March was a bit early for Spring,
a little risky for their Northern flight. Nevertheless, the signal
was very clear about their mission to sing for a special lady.
The closer they came to her birth place, the louder they sang.
The sparrow and humming bird, blue jays and red birds too were
all drawn to her. Even hawks and birds of prey; they all sang
on her birthday. As an aged eagle flew high in the sky, she looked
down in wonderment. With her great vision in the distance,
she came to realize the meaning of the blessed affair.
I tell you, to the special lady below, that high flying eagle threw a kiss
as she flew bye with a smile. As I beheld such beauty of vision and sound
in the sky, I was overwhelmed and began to cry. Deep within the heart of me, I have known the beauty of the lady who made me believe I could fly.*
031122PS
*HB to wife
83.
My 13th Leaf
Detached thee with pain
Mind nearly insane
Staircase ornament
Balanced arrangement
Not know name for long!
CapSU property
Students behind me
Few meters away
Alone on the way
I wearing all-black
Ninth of December
Sky's not bright up there
About three-thirty
Afternoon empty
No class for awhile
On guest house staircase
Going up right base
Towards the admin
Sir Ladoc goin'
To seek good counsel
This day's treacherous
Clearly dangerous
Ma'am Juls read Gospel
To my ears a bell
Lost sheep – that is me!
-12/10/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
A journey of a different kind
Thirty six (36) years ago, an adventure of a different kind.
On the thirteenth (13th) day, of the third (3rd) month
in the year, nineteen seventy three ( 1973)
I lost my friend Rae, to the flood waters of the Grand,
and as fate would have it – survived, did this man.
Thirty six years, to the day, upon a boulder did I stand,
looked back into a time and wondered if I can ?,
with words on my lips to pray, take the hand
of my lost friend, and the way, help him find
a way to reach, to touch that journey of a different kind,
where peace comes to his spirit, to his soul, to his mind,
no longer reaching, touching, stuck here, left behind
but climbing out, taking that journey of a different kind.
B. J. “A” 2
March13th 2009
Oh, that magical age of 5 -that long-ago time
when memory sharpens and events recalled
get compartmentalized into something more
than mere wisps of mist! Infancy’s vast fog lifts!
My own childhood more vividly recalled began with a country lane
which took my younger sisters and me away from grandpa’s yellow house
past berry bushes and rows upon rows of corn; how happily we meandered.
A year passed. Away from Grandpa’s farm, I got to know new pathways.
These were the streets of my new home city, where my mother remarried.
I walked a labyrinth of new streets, alongside new siblings as well!
In winter’s frigid cold, I’d trudge the many blocks to school and back.
In summer’s heat, my many siblings and I would traipse three mile
just to relish swimming at the pool, licking ice cream cones on our way home.
Poor - but not in spirit - we walked and walked and walked. . .
My 13th year, I walked all my city’s streets selling Christmas cards in summer.
Boils festered on my arms, but I was determined to cover all my town.
That fall, I bought myself a purple bike with the money I had saved.
Another magical year it was! As my life picked up speed,
I left my childhood behind -
pedaling up grueling hills, then racing gleefully down them.
Nov. 28, 2018