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I hope you're inspired by the full moon tonight. Blessings.
Dawning of a new day
By Michelle Morris
12/05/2025
Let it come crumbling down
This Life you thought you knew
It's not either the fear and heartache
The forgotten promises and dues
You deserve better, dear
You deserve it now
Don't wait until another year
Be brave, adjust your crown
For the foundation that's needed
Is pure and eternally yours
Walking your sacred Path
Where you're appreciated and adored
So, let it go with fearless courage
Let go and let God lead the Way
He knows your Prosperity awaits
In the dawning of a new day
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Gears are whirring out of place,
while wires lash and spark.
Thick smoke conceals this old machine,
that's dying in the dark.
Too many tasks there are in store,
though all demand its time.
And as it tries in vain again,
they all sneer at its crime.
Such arrogance! Did it presume,
it could handle what it said?
Well, if it stays true to its word—
soon it shall be dead!
Write it off, its time has come,
there's naught that we can give.
If it hasn't yet already,
it shall lose the will to live.
But lo! In dust and ashes,
in the shadow and the doubt,
I see the metal turning,
and in surprise I shout:
"Not true! It is impossible—
you can't adjust your fate!"
But the machine ignores my outcry;
so, is it not too late?
All signs led to failure,
there were questions all the way.
Still, things have a way of doing,
what was legend yesterday.
So don't feel down in the darkest depths,
when hell feels close to you.
Take heart, and shoulder onward,
and your dreams may yet come true!
Written for my beloved sister's 19th birthday.
23 September 2016
Sometimes, it can be the simplest things that I find so sexy.
Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe I just have a one track mind.
The sun shining through a sun dress,
outlining the form of the legs and waist that it covers,
absolutely makes my heart skip a beat.
A lady using both arms to roll her hair up into a bun in back,
makes the butterflies flutter in my soul.
And, in turn, releasing a bun and shaking the hair out again,
makes my knees grow weak.
Watching her gracefully lean against a wall,
lift up one leg,
and confidently adjust her high heel,
puts a smile on my face.
Watching red lips sip her drink through a straw.
I simply find women to be beautiful by nature.
And, I cannot stop myself from admiring their beauty.
Please, do not mind me. I am perfectly harmless.
But, yes, I am watching you and I am enjoying your presence.
You might believe competitive evolution
also shows potential for cooperative co-creation
because it takes at least two reiterative trends to tangle
and tango.
And your contentment could include polypathic tensions
and intentions
and extensions
seeking further refinement
and smoother flowing
undulating
co-resonant resolutions.
Perhaps all you have implied is a reverse of focus,
from competition as LeftBrain dominant
to invite cooperation as RightBrain co-dominant.
And
you might argue
and I might agree
to adjust our zero-sum core center
is to change almost nothing significant at all
and yet also profoundly reverse everything
within cultures of regenerate-degenerate health
recovering from pathology.
Blending families is never easy…sometimes it may feel strange
as the people, places, the customs…the traditions around us change.
We knew when we brought our families together years ago…we needed to find a way
because…when it came to celebrating Christmas…we couldn’t all have Christmas Day…
So we decided with our children…a new tradition we would weave
that we would celebrate our Christmas…with pizza…on Christmas Eve…
And for years that is what we did…a Christmas tradition all our own
but then our children grew up…with lives and families of their own…
So we decided with our children and grandchildren…a new tradition we would weave
That we would celebrate our Christmas…still with pizza…sometime around Christmas Eve.
And that is what we do now…in our household Christmas is still a must…
but in order to celebrate together…we cheerfully adjust…
We come together on a day we mix with joy and love and laughter
It doesn’t matter if it’s Christmas day…a little before…or after.
It seems we found along the way… the secret to Christmas lives…
of all the unlikely places…in the interrogatives.
As we create our new traditions…as the years go flying by
HOW we celebrate Christmas isn’t as important…
as to the reason WHY.
WHEN we celebrate Christmas isn’t important…it’s only important WHERE
A place we’re all together…a place we choose to share.
Yes, through the years…as our traditions have changed…
the key to Christmas…I think we found it!
WHAT’s under the Christmas tree is not as important
as WHO is gathered ‘round it.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Blessed is he who is not offended
As the final sentence is carried out
Off with his head, hope is dead
The throng is left...tethered to doubt
The Savior is buried ' in still stone
The children, duped, alone
Was there ever a "god" on the throne
Images build as shadows dart
Darkness thickens like tar
It matters, no longer, about good
We must adjust to the way things are
...
In the void, connections become weighed
With the do that was done
The who that supposedly won
As the City of Lights, barred and gated
...against what
Family that won't come
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-26-2022
Guaranteed to make us smile-
our new Spring comes every year;
its magic brings a warmer, brighter Sun-
as snow begins to melt and seedlings sprout
their fresh green leaves with blossoms to unfold.
Later, Summer takes Spring's reign-
her brush paints scenes verdant green,
and blossoms open wide in colors splashed
against lush lawns, while all the sprawling trees-
their branches filled with leaves, embrace blue skies.
Summer soon starts long goodbyes
while the Fall's brisk days come through
to chill the plants as leaves will fade and dry
from deep, dark green- to orange, red, and gold.
Weeks pass, and thoughts are turned to harvest time.
To crown year-end, Winter comes-
brusque, strong winds sweep Fall's debris
to blur the bleak, bare trees and ashen grass.
But, snow repaints these scenes with pure delight;
grand shawls of white safeguard our sleeping Spring.
Seasons cascade, one by one;
merge, adjust- complete one year!
To embrace something with full acceptance
for the beauty or the worth that it conveys
is an adventure that offers more excitement;
would this occur if there were no influence?
I've adapted to new ideas and made them my own
to ignite inspiration and do excellent, timeless works;
today there is a predominant need to expose a thought...
when overused words sound bland and are wind-blown.
If new writers have been influenced by famous works,
they must make a greater effort to make theirs unique;
greatness is achieved by worthiness, not by cleverness,
so adjust to any conceivable idea and make it your own
with an originality that stands out and earns admiration.
In this society with evolving literature, science and inventions...
one must adapt to changes quickly to avoid some harsh critique;
be that artist who conjures up real plots to win the readers' hearts.
Written on /29/2016
Nineteen sixty-nine
By Franklin Price
5/22/2019
The year was nineteen sixty-nine
A year for change and to adjust
Had just returned from Viet Nam
Was alone, without much trust
Married when I went away
January sixty-eight
Received “Dear John” on April Fool
It's a long remembered date
Went to war to do my duty
My wife could not do without
By the time she wrote the letter
Was not alone, there was no doubt
By the time that I returned
Divorce was said and done
Don't know what happened to her
She no longer was the one
The Air Force way was not for me
And we went our separate ways
I got a job at KSC
For the Apollo moon man days
Joined the team that POTUS Kennedy
Said would put man on the moon
Before the sixty's decade's over
Sixty-nine was none too soon
We worked hard and we played hard
Was much pressure from the start
To find relief from tensions,
Clubs and bars were all a part
Every week-end was a party
Many dance clubs were around
We traveled home from bar to bar
Drunken driving did abound
It was the sexy sixties
Braless tops and thigh high skirts
Men's pants were tight bell bottomed
To show their package to the flirts
It didn't take much effort
There was lots of ass to see
Many looking for a hook-up
Some a one night stand for me
Didn't ask if they were married
Some probably were and some were not
The sex was all that mattered
And satisfaction that we got
Then one day, a married friend,
Wanted a girl that I had done
If she let you, she will let me
Now I can be the one
One thing led to another
And he moved out on his wife
And their new born child, a daughter
Thought he could have a better life
Took his mistress everywhere with him
Even to our softball games
His wife came to one and met her
Kicked her ass and called her names
I knew he wasn't good for her
She was depressed and was distraught
I put my arm around her
Her marriage then was all but fraught
I drove her home that evening
Was concerned then for her life
Before the year was over
She was divorced and was my wife
That was fifty years ago
When man went to the moon
I'm still happy with the choices made
Our anniversary, golden, soon.
(November 21, 2019)
Hello, and thanks for coming
Please come in and take a seat
It’s nice to get familiar
With each of you I’m supposed to meet
I know I was just born yesterday
But that doesn’t mean I am naive
And I welcome the chance to adjust some of you
Before the maternity ward I leave
I know most of you are generated
By my parental units, of course
And some of you through society
And cultural norms will be enforced
But please respect me as an individual
With unique talents and some faults
Don’t paint me into corners
Don’t make my freedom pay the costs
Expectations can be a burden
As well as a measuring stick
My journey will be challenging enough
Without too many of you interfering with it