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Intellect sharp akin to a knife,
Creativity flows akin to a river,
Together they bestow forth life,
And with them, happiness forever.
The power of persuasion lies within,
The way we speak and the words we misuse,
With a positive mindset, we can win,
And our goals and dreams we can peruse.
The mind is a powerful tool,
It can create or it can destroy,
It can induce us to feel akin to a fool,
Or it can bestow us endless joy.
With focus and determination,
We can achieve anything we desire,
Our thoughts and actions in synchronization,
The world becomes our empire.
So let us harness the power of our minds,
And select our thoughts with care,
With it, we can leave our worries behind,
And create a life beyond compare.
Written: June 09, 2023
The blue crabs soft shell
for a week at best
the wait for the hard shell shield
may only bring death.
This vulnerabl state
inherent to us all
must be hidden, eliminated
to avoid it’s fatal fall.
One that doesn’t withdraw
inspite of no protective cloak,
are few among many
giving us all hope.
Breath may be shortened
on this baron land,
an actual oasis
for the strongest at hand.
Breathing air that all share
would be suffocating for this soul.
Their predisposition to sensitivity
allows them to achieve
their ultimate goal.
Putting others first
so their breath is not shallow.
with the strength to breath less
as they follow.
We all are really going to die, and that is for certain, and is a reality for "Every Living Creature"! The Rich and the poor are going to "Die in the Flesh"! It tells us all in "The Holy Bible" that it is "Harder for a rich woman or rich man to go to heaven than it is for a Camel to pass through "The eye of a needle"! That is impossible, and we all know it! We know it! We also know (no) that "All Things Are Possible With The lord God Almighty! The rich woman or rich man or poor woman or poor man can "GO TO HEAVEN"! The Lord God has no respect for persons! We must "Achieve Something Good" in order to "Become A Part Of Something Beautiful, whether we be rich or poor!" Will you try to "Achieve Something Good so that we can become "A Part Of Something Beautiful, whether we be rich or poor? We "Factually Must Achieve Something Good in "Order To Become A Part Of Anything Beautiful! The Lord God Almighty is "The Most Beautiful" and is in "Heaven"! Do You Understand becoming a part of "Something Beautiful"? Rich or Poor? God is "GOOD"! We Must Achieve Something Good; otherwise, we are going to "Hell" for certain! Political Leaders "Must "achieve something "Good" for "The People They Lead and Severe, otherwise those "Politicians and Political leaders will take themselves to "Hell" after they die "For not achieving anything "GOOD" for those who pay their salaries! We go to "Hell for not achieving anything "GOOD", whether we be rich or poor! It says in "The Holy Bible" that "Jesus Christ " will "JUDGE". He will Judge to "Eternal Life" or "To Eternal Damnation for real" after we die in this flesh "Body"! Do you understand? This is "The Truth"! It is "The Truth for "Any Religion"! We must remember and never forget "THAT' all things work together for "The Good" of those who "LOVE THE LORD AND ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE! Rich or Poor! All things are possible with "GOD" and a rich man or rich woman or a poor woman or a poor man. A rich man or a rich woman can "PASS through the eye of a needle with "THE POWER OF THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! We must "Achieve something "GOOD" and thereby "Become A Part of "Something Beautiful"! God Said: I AM "THAT" I AM! God is I am that I am not who I am!
I sit, think, and pray
Through all of the nuisance
Through all of the calls
Through all of the devil’s thoughts
I sit, think, and pray
I read all stories
All full of regret
I sit, think, and pray
I see the sunrays
I love the wind
I feel the rain
I ask am I forgiven ?
For all the things I swear to do
For all the sins I prolonged to make
After all this I sit, think, and pray
Of God all mighty strong
Of life so desperately short
Of people so madly wrong
I sit, think, and pray
Do I have time? Do I still have time?
To do the things I dreamed to achieve
To live the life I await in desire
To see the sons that aren't born
To drive the car I can purchase
To play a song, a song on my guitar…
For anyone who has struggled with a challenging childhood... You are not alone. May you be healed, heard, loved, and cared for. Blessings, love and light.
Where are my heroes?
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022
When you're young
And the grown-ups are distant
When they're irresponsible
Self-centred and enjoy criticizing
You grow up pretty independent
You learn to look after others
Intuit emotions, needs and feelings
As well as learn to apologise needlessly
You avert your eyes
And look for the door
You're always ready
For the next fall
Eventually you become
A master of the human psyche
You hide your needs
And you hate surprises
Human behaviour is obvious to you
You know what they're thinking
You know what they'll do
And, always, always, you're ready to leave
Where are my heroes?
You often think to yourself
Why is there no one for me?
When you ever need help
Why did I get this family?
These parents so poor?
Why was I treated so badly
With no one to stop it all?
And throughout your life
You do your best to achieve "normal"
But you never knew it
So it's difficult to embrace it at all
So, you live on the fringes
Always the eccentric weirdo
You embrace all your talents
And help others you feel for
But, ultimately, you're sad
And lonely and isolated
Because no matter how much you give
You never have backup when you need it
So, you live alone
And keep to yourself
You stay warm and friendly
But distant, to spare your health
You remain kind and fair
And set an example of how to live
And you always hope that no one else
Ever goes through what you did
But, it's unlikely that anyone
Will ever know your secrets
All that deep, dark hell
Is shameful, as it's real
Of course, once in a while
Someone will truly see you
They'll see the sadness in your eyes
And might speak to your soul's blues
No matter what happens
You know God knows everything
Maybe one day in Heaven
He'll explain the reasons for your being
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Gloomy old Gus sure ain't my claim to fame
Upbeat and happy, they're my middle names
There sure ain't no future in promoting ill will
Every morning the sun still peeks over the hill
There's enough negativity in the world to go round
So let's not encourage this scourge with a frown
You've only got one life to live then it's done
So let's be remembered for promoting good fun
It may seem quite difficult for us to achieve
But it's never too late if we all still believe
Things will be better for our kids and their kids
If we just put our trust in the joy in our midst
In this happiness sermon I'm trying my best
Some say you'll never succeed in your quest
But I say to these nay sayers, listen my friends
No one's invincible so laugh till the end
© Jack Ellison 2012
The Blue Collar Poet
I am but a poet of simple, rigid mind,
With formal education, where hindsight isn't blind.
Sometimes I look at TRUE poets of education in the lits,
And wonder if it's true or if I'll ever fit.
For I look at other works of art and see that I'm quite plain;
I don't have the background to achieve the glory, fame.
But I am quite popular among my workers on the crew,
For my simple message just shines right on through.
I can speak in riddles, backward, or in rhymes,
But my simply worded message creates the best of times.
They are my blue-collar audience of hardworking men,
Soaking up the poetry as an honest clan.
I hope I've brought a little hope or introverted thought,
Something they can take with them that wasn't even bought.
Sometimes, when it hits with them, it's like water to and fro,
Wetting down the soil and planting seeds to grow.
Sometimes there's a snicker, sometimes there's a laugh,
But when they go quietly, I know they feel my path.
Yes, it's true I wish to master my art,
But the day my crew don't know me by my heart or my pen,
That's the day I wrap it up and truly say amen.
Wondering Thoughts
There comes a time in one's life when you truly know what your truth is.
Your true desire, intentions, aspirations, and heart.
No more unyielding thoughts of past episode's that hurt from afar.
No more inability to find or define love as if its stuck in a jar.
You get to a place, where your mind, body, and soul pushes you in a single direction.
A place where you truly want to give all that you have, your heart and your love.
If it's not about this key element, then why be untrue to you? Why be untrue to another?
Dragging on the unethical social status of what perhaps, most seem to do.
Be your true self, Seek love as if you know its at your fingertips. As if you know you can obtain it. For if you walk in the realm of deceit, then whom are you truly hurting. With all your cruel intentions and endless flirting. Whom is that person that shall feel defeat, in the end?
So, If you truly want what you never had. Then seek your version of your true self. To achieve that notion that love is there for you. Just obtain it through and
though.
Form:
Every minute that I
live
Encountering another
bridge
That I'll gladly
walk upon
Leads to
joyfulness-- no harm
Never knowing what
I'll find
When I reach the
other side
Maybe a house upon a
lake
Where it will be fun
to make
A family with the
only guy
Who is the apple of
my eye
Riding a horse would
be a pleasure
On a farm with lots
of treasures
Like a cowboy I can
hold
On country nights
when it is cold
Lying on a beach at
night
Stars dance and
sparkle with a light
That shines down
like magic beams
As I'm drifting off
to dream
A grass skirt and
hula dance
Hawaii's where I'll
take a chance
And do things I've
never tried
That's been hidden
deep inside
Maybe I will find a
shore
Of wonderment not
seen before
Full of fun and
fancy creatures
With strange, unique
and silly features
Pyramids and Eiffel
Towers
And the Louvre have
special powers
Enchanting visitors
with their glory
Reliving memorable
stories
All these things I
can achieve
If my heart only
believes
Once I cross that
winding bridge
Dreams and hopes
will start to live
A joyous season is upon us
The sweet aroma in the air
As snowflakes twirl and beckon forward
Our feelings take on greater flair
The pine-filed scents are effervescent
The honey sap drips from the root
A twinkling glow is ever present
As trees make golden leaves unglued
The wind sweeps up the tiny currents
And fiery foliage strewn about
The message of the spacious forest
Of something grand that there abounds
The sweet aroma sprays the distance
The crispness of the air is fresh
And it allows to lend assistance
To yellowed flowers in the grass
The dew drips crystals on the surface
And they dissolve into the mist
As they achieve their fullest purpose
And give the needle pines a kiss
A miracle is in the making
The promise of a sweeter life
The certainty of something magic
Is whispering throughout the night
The joyous season
Hearts a-flutter
And stars are shining in the night
The place is still
Not even a stutter
As we are captured in delight