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Love arranged
Choices made by others/for love of others
Wind in trees/Angelic tones tell
truths of offspring/Great …
Confused, depressed/worthy of stoning …
From Jacob star/to son it will
Come to pass …
In rags the peasant matron
Not in regal blue/pain, labor. Finally birth
In a cave, a trough/not for rich but poor
Can it be?
No room, no quarter, no roof or bed
Filth, smell, all around …
Straw, bovine sheep, dung, camels
How can this be?
How can this be right?
Who are they?
Uncomely, vagabonds in rags
The promise, the oath/we are cursed, we are scorned
First pregnant but how?
… and dream, strange dream
By why, surreal scene
This is wrong/the sounds unbearable
Cold, dark, damp. And
Oh, the stench
But the light/The blinding Light
From a small newborn
This is no warrior/line of David, no conqueror
How could he be He …
But the brilliance
of the light
illumines this ghetto
this child among the misfits shines, gives
radiance from the
faith be borne
hope is born
but blood is shed near this shed
hatred abounds /struck silent for
disbelief than restored faith
and voice once dumb
shalom, no shalom
deliverance
sorrow, death
reflected light/but not the Light.
~The Rise of the ZUMBIES~
The Zombies are finished we squished them away
They won’t be back eating brains on any other day
Sucking the life out of all that they meet
The undead are dying and now admit defeat.
Not rising from the ground; the undead are now gone
There is though a new group that we have to take on.
Just as dangerous in a new way, to suck you in they pray
Insidious and strong so watch over you shoulder each day.
Hips wiggling, thigh strengthening, they have burst onto the scene
The child of the Zombie is here and crying out as a newborn will be seen.
A wiggle of the hips, the child rises from the fate of the Zombie
Be not afraid and don’t throw a thrombi.
The child of the Zombie is now called Zumba
The reanimated dead are with here but with new agile lumbar’s
Hips that wiggle, bits that jiggle and dance their way fit
Thighs so strong, legs seem long; it makes you want to go try it.
From Meringue to Salsa to Mambo and Cumba
This new threat is rising and it’s called the Zumba
Those that could not move of lift their feet in dance
They are rising from their chairs they are given a new chance
Flamenco is hot, bingo wings are not, and new strength is given to the knees
This new craze abounds, the Zumba is here so watch out for the new found Zumbies.
They will try to entice you with their wiles, they want you to dance your way fit
Be careful it’s a ploy, a new undead toy, and you may be the next they will pick.
©
The garden abounds flowers tumbling down
from the trellis roses sweetly scented
delicate pots strewn with colourful crown
groaning tables are with flowers crested
Plates filled with delicacies await
vol-au-vents and laden pastries sit
hungry mouths will eat and evaluate
leaving behind scattered crumbs of wit
Romances will flourish under the hot sun
dalliance or two with consequences
that appear in nine months to the ton
causing aslant glances at the lapses
Still the flowers bloom with vibrancy
colourful petals gleam all waxy
written 06/24/2014
contest Garden Party
footnote
Ton is another word for people from the nobility
ie lords, earls and ladies
The nautilus is listed as threatened under the Endangered Species Act.
The chambered nautilus (Nautilus pompilius) is a large, mobile cephalopod. They are called "living fossils" and have been around for about 500 million years. They were here before dinosaurs.
Nautilus shell
By Michelle Morris
29/08/2023
The nautilus shell
Is mathematical perfection
The golden ratio
In constant action
For Nature is perfect
In her wild and cyclical ways
Timing things in sync
To support all species on our planet
Conservation of our oceans
Can make a lasting difference
If we'd only use our resources
To save ocean life from extinction
For the magic and miracles
That abounds in Nature
Is being decimated too quickly
For us to experience them in person
The nautilus shell
Remains mathematical perfection
May the Big Blue survive and thrive
Beyond all human interaction
© Michelle Morris, 2023
With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate, like a pustulant abscess
Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a few poets
Shaming their competitiveness, then she blows it
She adds POTD beside her poem title when chosen
but her attitude is not what I would call ambrosian
Her "truth" is not what all of us choose to believe
It's so sad that she tries to offend us and aggrieve
She doth protest too much, and it's unbecoming
She's muddying the site with so much chumming
Many of us write what lies deep within our hearts
But we're not what she calls arrogant or up-starts.
We don't need our wrists slapped, like she has said
Leeches try to draw blood. We don't need to be bled.
(To be sang to the tune of, " Maybe " from the
Musical Annie -1982- )
Changes throughout life
Make people uneasy.
What's to become of tomorrow?
Is a question that's common, you see.
Global warming's here.
And Covid's claimed much lives.
Younger teens get caught up in
Some of the most henious crimes.
Nevertheless,
The light of love shines.
The bells of compassion
Swing, ring and chime.
Look, listen and see
How true love abounds.
It lifts the heart
To see goodness around.
So take lessons for life
From generosity.
Practice the art charity
Gladly.
And you'll notice how
The light of love shines.
The bells of compassion
Swing, ring and chime.
You'll be a reason
Why true abounds.
It lifts the heart
To spread kindness around.
Don't let evil triumph.
Do not let fear win.
Let your good qualities shine through
Brightly.
Beyond the bay the sun peeked over waves;
calm belied what destiny would tell.
A statue peers where sailors served and gave,
so far from Gloucester shores where seagulls yell.
So far from sheltered harbor's gentle swells.
Undaunted sailors dared the Flemish Cap -
too far, as nature mixed a hopeless trap.
Like hungry beasts tempt fate to catch their prey
and stray beyond their tribal hunting grounds;
the George's Bank was left to stern that day
to go where surely greater catch abounds.
But while their hold was filled with bounty found,
two angry storms swirled in a deadly dance
and left the Andrea Gail without a chance.
Her captain turned for port but could not know
such wrath of nature blocked their pathway home,
and all the crew on wings of Angels glowed -
the face of God to trust and not to roam.
Though oft in tumult's grasp they will bemoan
and think to sell their souls on devil's waves,
yet safe in Heaven's grasp they will be brave.
RIP October 28, 1991
GODS GRACE IS HIS WITNESS--
And the peace quietly
This peace of God transcends
All
Transcends all understanding
And His grace is the witness
And His grace is the witness
That
We all confess to
And His grace is the witness
With guarded hearts and minds
Jesus surrounds you in His love
Jesus abounds you always
Lights on your shoulder as a dove
Jesus abounds you always
And His grace is the witness
Will guard your hearts
And your minds in Christ Jesus
And His grace is the witness
And His grace is the witness
inspired from ~~Philippians 4:7
9/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
As I walk around my garden, I note
that my daphnia is in full flower
it is always my first bush to show
and fill my garden with tantalising scent.
My Yucca always gives me colour
in the bleak month of December
standing there so stately
each year another head appears.
The trellis will soon be awash
with its orange trumpets
that brighten up an otherwise dull wall
and makes me smile as they reach up high.
While my various rose bushes
gleefully soon will cover my pergola
mingling with the honeysuckle
filling garden with most delightful scent.
Ah everywhere the promise of Spring abounds
How I long for the warm days to come
when I can sit out by my ponds
and watch fish darting hither and tither.
Dragonflies some enormous and so pretty
visit my lilles and briefly settle there
Spring the month of my birth
will at last soon be here.
I yearn to obey You, dear Jesus
To do Thy Will and not my own
I want to be who You say I am
Not someone I don’t like at all
I hunger for Your acceptance
And reach out for Your hand
To lead me in the right direction
To joy, peace and love that abounds
I desire Your sweetest compassion
The reassurance that I’m saved
From sin and hell, all that it encompasses
The far reaching shadows of the grave
I thirst for Your gentle guidance
Helping me to always find a way
To discover the grace in every heart
And the peace that protects my mind
I crave Your unconditional love for me
A love that knows no restraints at all
Love that is so alive for me that I can’t
Help feeling so assured of it’s glory
I implore You to always find a way for me
To take the time to give generously
With a heart that aspires to be as Yours
So tender and warm that it always understands
I beseech You to find a way for me to go
Where I can always learn lessons from above
Lessons of joy, hope, faith, truth and love
That is greater than any gift I could ever earn
I pray to You, dear Jesus, that You will stay by my side
Forever a friend that leads me to do what is right
And give to others a sense of all that You’ve instructed
Kindness, acceptance, wisdom, welcoming, true love
I love You with all of my heart, sweet Jesus
And want You to know all my thoughts
That seek to find ways to bring to You
The greatest gifts that can come from me