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The greatest joy I have ever known is knowing you are calling on Monday at five thirty in
the morning before school.
"Hello, how are you?" and "I'll talk to you later."
Every word from hello to goodbye is cherished.
Your smile makes me warm inside, and how much you mean to me puts tears in my eyes.
I really think I love you. Actually, every fiber of my being is pretty sure I love you.
Warmth and acceptance and peace and deep contentment...
But there is a drawback.
I fear to loose you.
You are across the country, a thousand miles away, and I've let you down enough to
encourage you to focus on your college work, because that's important to you. and because
of that, it's important to me.
Except I can't encourage you to leave.
I can't encourage you to go.
Reader, my dear friend, as selfish as it is, I can't loose you.
I always thought that when you found the one you want to be with, the love would make
everything work.
I never expected it to hurt
Because as much as I love you, it would destroy me if you were lost. And I think about
loosing you a lot.
It's crippling, and horrid, and with something as unrealistic as daydreams, I know what it
feels like to burn. I can't imagine what it would do to me if it actually happened.
I am afraid to love you. I'm afraid to pick up the phone sometimes when you call, but not
for any amount of money in the world or any incentive would I ignore that phone.
The reason for that is that i love your laugh.
When I'm talking to you, you help clear my mind and I can think.
And the biggest reason, Reader, is because I am happy when I talk to you.
I love you. And you are precious beyond words and you are everything to me.
I have a love that hurts and it scares the crap out of me
And I wouldn't trade it for the world.
We have a pair of eagles who, from their nearby nest travel to a tall power pole upon which they like to rest.
We like to greet them when our paths cross…wondering how much they understand
as they soar across the heavens or perch high above the land.
I like to bring my binoculars in case we run across them high atop their nook…
so I can zero in on the two of them and get a closer look.
The founding fathers admired eagles for their freedom, their strength, their courage and they were indigenous to North America too…which is why the eagle has been a symbol of our country since 1782.
(Hmmmm…freedom, strength, courage and to North America indigenous and connected…seems to me we already had symbol our founding fathers would have been wise to have selected.)
I like to think our founding fathers hoped each generation would work to improve our freedoms…before they slipped into the past…so the next generation and the next and the next would have more freedoms than the last.
But that is never how it worked…freedom for everyone will never come into play…when those in power use their power to take freedoms away.
Here in Florida and many other states all across this land… laws are being passed to ostracize and oppress people…history and books are being banned…
Yes, a wave of evil is sweeping across the country
freedoms are being stolen…from you…and you…and me
which means when our paths cross with the eagles
this is what I see…
I see two eagles…two symbols of America
who from their perch are witnessing America’s freedoms dying…
and as I zero in for a closer look….
I see two eagles crying.
I feel so weird. lost confused. it feels like a bad dream like I got punched really hard in the stomach.breathless.dizzy.nauseous..like I can just stare without thought reason or rhyme.feel like I'm trapped inside of a maze with spectators mocking my every move.like when I was a kid and my best friend moved all the way across the country.there was so much I wanted to tell you and the words are just vanishing without site..and when I look knowing you're not there I still see your big beautiful eyes staring into mine knowing when I tell you something that you fully listen and I always anticipate your response. and now it's all gone your arms around me just fall apart...everything inside me just falls apart and all I wanted was to be with you again just to hold you like a doll that's all I want...I was so happy that I finally met somebody that understands me and I to you...all that's left in me is a heart filled with joy, , captivated bliss,, unconditional love,, in moments of pure levity because inside me all of me I can only be very grateful and fortunate having you in my life in the joy you brought me the strength you gave me in the hope that pushed me towards achieving the goals that I had set forth.. you are so great and so wonderful..this time ahead of you that you say you have to work on yourself, you do just that because the world doesn't know what it has waiting for it~ the essence that is you
THE MOST DANGEROUS ROADS
i've got the head of a rattle snake
on the front end of my hood
i've got a chilled clorox drink
in my steel-knuckled hand
and we're rolling down I-10
across the stretch between Phoenix
to the Cali border and 85 deaths
a single year makes me quiver
shifting the stick to overdrive
Smiling as I rumble over America's
most dangerous road
kissing the guardrails
flirting with the slops
to side ditches so steep
but not as fun as I-15
from LA to Las Vegas I say
it's all the way or no
it's all the way or no
it's all the way or no
it's me spreading my ashes
across the country I love
it's me treading the coals
with a swizzle stick in my nose
yeah here we go
:: 03.05.2016 ::
Out across the country lanes
and down into the woods,
these places we would play
for they had all “the Goods”.
It didn’t matter the time of year,
Spring, Summer , Winter or Fall-
we were ready as each one drew near
for we played hard through them all.
Adventures of the highest kind
as we’d run to the chasm again.
We’d swing across on monkey vines,
not walking around it instead.
Our sleds would speed the power lines,
shooting down the treacherous slopes.
Careful to miss the towering pines,
we’d hold tightly to the ropes.
How carefree were our younger days
as I look back across the years.
We spent our youth under sun’s gold rays
and conquered our childhood fears.
Many quests filled these gallant years,
these quests for “the other side”.
Memories like these become more dear
as I sail upon life’s tide.
Inspired by Kevin and Sophie's love story in a show. Heartbreaking and moving.
I thought, and you thought
By Michelle Morris
25/02/2024
I wanted you to see me
Like you see the world through your lens
I wanted to be included
In the joy that your creativity brings
You wanted me to join you
Leave my life to meld with yours
Fly across the country
Leave behind my family and cords
I thought you were excluding me
That I wasn't exciting enough
And when I found out you cheated on me
You broke my heart and my trust
You thought I wasn't supportive of you
That I didn't believe in your dreams
You thought I didn't think you'd make it
Have a future as a photographic genius
I thought, and you thought
And yet somehow we didn't trust our feelings
We tamped down our deepest emotions
And didn't communicate our secrets
I thought, and you thought
Maybe it was just too much for this love
Because truth and respect and loyalty
Deserve more than lip service and ego
I wanted you to see me
You wanted me to support you
Round and round our inner dialogue coursed
Instead we chose to ignore it
I moved on to a new life
You moved on to yours
Like star-crossed lover tales
Forever from afar adored
Maybe when we're older
We'll look back with wisdom and light
Forgiveness of betrayal and sadness
A second chance to make things right
© Michelle Morris, 2024
The reason I originally joined Facebook was because of the freedom it gave me…
the ease…I could connect across the country and the world with my family,
our friends and their families.
It’s a way of connecting with a group of people I am blessed to know…
hearing their stories, seeing the places they’ve been…watching their families grow.
I write mostly about the things in my life I love
my friends, my family…nature…but I hope you understand
when it comes to inequality, injustice, prejudice and hatred…
I will not bury my head in the sand.
I know I’ve lost some Facebook friends who thought I was too critical…
who felt Facebook is not the place to be outspoken or political.
And for the most part with this Facebook philosophy
I wholeheartedly agree..
except when, in my opinion, people’s politics are destroying humanity.
So you will find I write a lot about my loves, and how my life’s been blessed…
Buy you’ll also find me writing about Ukraine, LGBTQIA2S+, people of color…
anyone who’s been abused, neglected and oppressed.
I invite you enjoy this journey with me…connected together on this Facebook link
and even when you don’t agree with me…I hope at least I make you think.
But if you choose to go away…because it upsets you when I raise my voice…
although I’m sorry to see you go…I do respect your choice.
Ideals
Ideals
High ideals?
We all had them
In the forties, in college,
those long, all-night
heated arguments,
sitting cross-legged
on the floor,
debating how
to change the world.
Words – ideas,
what we could do
some day.
Twenty years
before the sixties,
waves of political injustices
student revolutions
on campuses
across the country,
young scholars
no longer debating,
leaving their classes,
holding sit-ins, hunger strikes,
storming offices
and police barricades,
damaging buildings.
Our goals – to study,
burn the midnight oil,
to keep our scholarships,
graduate, get a job,
vote, elect worthy
candidates to Congress.
Our generation
brought up to respect
authority, work with,
not against,
certainly not with violence.
We were wrong.
Progress does not
happen with time
and debate.
It comes with
true passion for a
just cause, zeal, intention,
action to break through
set boundaries,
challenging the
status quo in real time.
With violence? No.
Unwavering resistance, yes.
Violence brings only thirst
For vengeance, not results.
Stand firm.
Rejecting injustice
even when condemned.
Seat yourself
in the front of the bus.
Walk on the restricted beach,
Take in and
protect immigrants.
Demand real living wage.
Block those who force
restricted access
to women’s clinics.
Join a mass protest against
ageism, sexism,
unfair practices
targeting the “others”.
Ideals minus action
are useless dreams.
An adventure with a friend in the Fall of 2019 became a celebration in the Winter of 2020. We departed Northern California and headed East beyond the Great Divide, beyond which there lies a city of a Plains State. For him, it was an adventure of a lifetime involving some 3600 miles and being seated among some 70,000 plus fans reported to be the loudest in America. The people there love their game, and there is absolutely nothing tame about the fans.
I am not superstitious and do not believe in magic, but I do believe in timing. I believe in timing because there seems to be times when the coordinates of destiny coinsides with the coordinates of providence. And when they do, it feels like magic. Moreover, I believe in momentum and playing in 'the zone'. These are inexplainable moments when 'I can win' takes over the throne and 'defeat' no longer resides within me.
It's been said that there is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come. My friend's time had come and this adventure with my friend was not a world changer nor a cure for cancer, but to my friend, it was far from trivial.
Edwin officiates soccer games, but his passion is for his favorite football team.
When he was very young my friend became an avid fan of a sports team far across the country from his hometown. Until last fall, he could never go to a live game but followed them on television. He followed them throughout his life, sharing in their thrills of victory and in their agonies of defeat.
His team had its winning ways, but it would often rain on their parades. They would win a lot of games but often fell short at the end of the season. That is, until the end of the season in 2020 when their agonies ended and their greatest thrill in 50 years began. They won the biggest game in football called The Super Bowl. I tell you, it was a magical season for my friend and his team, and I cannot remember when I have been more happier for a friend.
02222020PoSpCtest, occasional Poetry, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Posted as Verse per contest rule
I turn on the TV and what do I see
Another unarmed teen
Shot dead in the street
When I see this
Really what's on my mind
Is the way
This has all been done
By design
All the hatred being spread
Across the country worldwide
Now it's out in the open
At one time they would hide
Families split at the border
The mention of the wall
Economic collapse
And the dollar still falls
Martial law on its way
It's coming just wait
As they continue to promote
Nothing but hate hate hate
U can say what u want
But I speak what I see
But what i see is injustice
For him them and me
It's the haves and have nots
If u have not then u screwed
Get pushed to the side
And treated so rude
The police the new Klan
Yea I said it so what
Everything nowadays
Is just so corrupt
All our freedoms at stake
If we don't stick together
So don't just take it lightly
Another storm we must weather