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The Dower Flower©
It is a misty summer day, the morning rain
providing a sheen on the sidewalks
the temperature warm with the touch of a coolness
My eyes are drawn to a neatly
manicured bush with a bouquet of flowers
freshly awoken from their protective buds
I stand in awe of their beauty and the magnificence
they hold, the expression of vibrancy in their colors
The tenderness they exude softly swaying in the gentle breeze
My walk continues and our paths cross as they have many a time afore
She is tallish, young with usually longer blonde hair
Most would call her attractive and good looking, even statuesque
I often imagine her to be a model given the varied times of the day
that our paths have interwoven and her stylish and fashionable attire,
yet in the midst of the mystique something feels asunder
There is an aloofness, a sense of unhappiness,
never a smile or a warm glow on her face
in its place I feel sadness maybe loneliness
My conjecture leads me to ponder and surmise
how someone so young can be so dower
she is the other flower the dower flower
There is beauty but it is locked up inside
one day my hope is that her bud too will blossom
and she will become the flower she is meant to be
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(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 85)
For Ridwan Kilani Tobiloba
I know no rhythm can shake Your body
But please upon him You are embody
Like peace unto the night before morning
Driving away sleep and forcing yawning
That Ridwan couldn't wait the dawn
To have his day of the year's super fun
I know no one can bribe Your stand
Nor even wishes can grant our demand
But in the true care for today being lovely
Wishes train breaths in joyful heart quantitatively
Bring alive the forgone dreams of his
To light brightly the foes who love to hiss
I know nothing can stop Your set standard
But of our take, senses meandered
Our ways like river flowing to remain unstoppable
Forcing the way to heal the ones so abominable
Which set up within the flash of forgiveness
Trying to lure dews raining in its aloofness
I know no offering can bind our requests
Nor sermons can hospitalize us-- guests
Unless You are in each before pronounced
Then we shall remain new to be bounced
Off and on till bitten by thee our lord
For no reason reasoning can whole word
I know no plead can cancel my punishment
His own too be for only freedom attachment
To issue the divine gifts for today
And lay low the big cross on his way
As planned for celebration and laughter
Let other side distractions flow like water
I know no heart can know his time
Grant him days, months, years to his prime
That define him graciously blessed of age
And not just the barrier to be free inside cage
But of strength, peace and joy reigning on high
And not the fearless prank of suspended tie
This Lightworker Path
By Michelle Morris
26/03/2025
There is this Spark of Divinity
It is deep within my Soul
Nothing can dim my Light
I am Beautiful and I am Bold
An Old Soul that came back
To help Humanity Heal and Grow
To Fight against the Darkness
And reveal Truth for all to Know
It's definitely not easy
This Lightworker Path we take
Being an Empath and Earth Angel
Makes Life challenging every day
For we are blessed and cursed
To Know without the Proof
It takes Courage for you to Believe
In accepting our Heavenly View
We're often labelled and disparaged
Crazy, imaginative and misunderstood
Our Magic and Miracles are seen as coincidence
We're ostracized and treated with aloofness
For as anyone will tell you
People shun what they cannot understand
They close their senses to the Truth
Like witches burned and assumed as damned
But no one feared the burners
No one questioned those who committed murder
No one asked about the possibility
Even now, we'll believe nonsense rather than think further
Regardless of these challenges
Regardless of the Darkness
My Spark and that of my fellow Angels
Will Glow forth with our Light Army
No Evil will ever truly flourish
No Dark Abyss allowed to stay
For the Light shall conquer and last Forever
Beyond God's Judgement Day
© Michelle Morris, 2025
~~~ {There's a crowd, there's a crowd, there's a crowd of
loneliness} ~~~
Here I sit surrounded by party people bizz, buzzing gleefully.
But I'm in the pits down in my zone, So I can only see me.
Thus, death to the chit chatty tones and slurred speech.
For their voices become catty echoes far from ears reach.
Got up to walk down beaming streets stepping hip to side
unable to speak.
Gulping squawk sounds, of steaming weeps ebbing, drip and slide
down unstable cheeks.
Can't hold back forsaking eye contact my prides' destroyed
as I try to avoid the grandstand of gaudy faces, gaudy
clothes; of hand to body collision. For lonely teardrops
cloud my vision.
~~{I wish it would rain, I wish it would rain,.....
I would sing it if I could sang}~~~
Head butting and unsorted collides. Zombie strutting in
morbid strides. In search of a safe haven. A wide
divide's what I'm craven, of needed segregation to hide
in heeded dissociation.
Joyful laughter, gleeful merriment and happiness all
about. While my lungs fill with hot winds pressed
against my chest in demand to be let out.
The voice of silence, the quiet stillness of the night.
The pains of yearning for thee with all my might.
Curse the agony of my plight.
~~~{Can I please, can I please put my mind at ease}~~~
Where art thou, Oh shelter... Ye place of refuge? Do
not leave my spirit to wilt and welter. Grant my soul
your peace and grace. Nae of down pouring tears deluge.
In my sorrowful demotion to bear the toil of these
boisterous turmoil secures the coiled and shrouded
aloofness of my crowded loneliness.
~~~ {There's a crowd, there's a crowd, there's a crowd of
loneliness} ~~~
Supreme balance is a hand toss.
Today it is I who bear the cross.
How utterly intriguing is the kernel of light?
Worn stars and signs of ebbing orbs seal the site.
A mystery lurks in the chasm of celestial hope.
and a baffling charm that belies its sheer scope.
Shining in the serenity of the fragrant night.
Emerald on the leaves in the morning dew
And the silence welcomed the cool sunlight.
Once the sky is hysterical, the trees are too.
I instantly glimpsed your celestial threshold.
The edge is no longer struck by the slant hold.
My caring soars at the peak of my anxiety.
Toward the aloofness of the soul's satiety
The line between vitality and virulence is blurred.
Euphoria leads to a rising sense of enthusiasm.
When two systems collide, my life is slurred.
You and I quickly climb out of the chasm.
My tract is in respite and away from prying eyes.
a place where ideas are born and emotions rise.
A place that nobody can conceivably reach.
a remote dwelling that is impossible to breach.
It is a safe haven for all my deepest feelings.
It shields me from the dangers of dealings.
It makes no sense to anyone but me.
It is the spot where I can feel truly happy.
I value the time I spent on this divine barge.
in which all is feasible and I am in charge.
The realm I'm depicting is just what it seems.
It's a gorgeous area that I refer to as "dreams."
Written: March 19, 2023
"Kalapana fishing village laid west of Mount Pu'u O'o. Our home was behind the church that sat on an abutment tip that rose slightly higher. The lava poured from the east side of our home, covering it, and rose sixty feet above it and took out the rest of Kalapana Village," ... by the Poet.
Oh great Mount Pu'u O'o, a new kingdom you artfully fuel
to new souls known as 'Mature Hill,' most have blue eyes
forever, my Hawaiian soul, my heart beats to another rule
but 'ere 'forever', once hailed a flat ridge reach our skies
'ere the days of a learned youth, from eyes left to right
commanding sides held lush greens and rocky spots until
my left eye saw a puff of white smoke 'twas my first sight
at home, in the fishing village of Kalapana, you an anthill
was your drip on Earth, altering steam of white and grey
no longer did it conceal your steady shape, I met, forever
and a day, as we both grew up, notable I, but you astray
'neath Earth's stratum being active till sprout together
where we manifested ourselves being wards of maturity
and I, naught wholly bitter nor sweet, yet, held my own
and nurtured only to watch my village grow to obscurity
and betold from solemn whispers 'neath a gravel groan
a past spoke, heed naught the naysayers, that say we
don't walk, talk, see, hear, laugh, cry, or just tell stories
of a past that doesn't walk, talk, see, hear, laugh, cry, be
enabled to tell stories, for they did so, righteous glories
for when they passed, we bid Aloha, buried in blessed
grounds, but nay, I say nay, forever and a day, I say nay
naught the village of Kalapana, after all, it's compressed
it's for the best for that thing, it's naught living, and say
with certain aloofness--it's naught breathing, it is dead.
Kalapana is a fishing village, where fish get caught--they
don't catch themselves, villagers walk, talk--the undead
imagine all of that, indeed I'm impressed, naught calm?
Was Kalapana fishing village ever blessed, I say naught.
Mature Hill you fuel a new type of breeders of dot.coms.
Like a warm summer’s day
her infectious smile
can melt even the most cynical heart,
Like the boisterous south easterly
that clears away the city’s fog
her mood sways from jubilant to poignant,
Like a thunderous night
that holds the promise of a beautiful day to follow
her anger melts like a glacier to form crystal streams,
Like the Indian monsoon
her tears flow without warning
drenching all thoughts,
Like the autumn leaves fall
so does her reticence
Like the icy Icelandic tundra
her aloofness
can be felt when she is betrayed…
Like a full moon promises change
so does her demeanor
when it comes to love,
Easily hurt
but just as easily loved…
Contest: Tell Me About You
Placed: 4th
August 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 54-58
Key Verse – Isaiah 54:10 For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the LORD that hath mercy on thee.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS MERCY ON US
Praise be to God for His mercy on us:
Enabling us through His faithfulness
Enclosing us around His fellowship
Establishing us upon His fortitude
Empowering us through His fire
Enlarging us by His fruitfulness
Isaiah 55:7 Praise be to Lord for pardoning us
abundantly midst our:
Problems provoking pain
Presumptions prompting pressure
Purposelessness pestering progress
Perversions promoting peaceless pursuits
Philosophies pending performance-productivity
Isaiah 56:8 Praise be to the Saviour
for gathering us whom He:
Saved with His redemption
Satisfied along His restoration
Sanctified by His righteousness
Secured through His regeneration
Settled toward His reaching-out revival
Isaiah 57:18-19 Praise be to the Creator
for healing our:
Ailments of abominations’ agitation
Afflictions of adversities’ alarm
Abuses of apathy’s aloofness
Addictions of accomplishments’ arrogance
Apprehensions of adversaries’ aggressiveness
Arthritis of accolade- ambition
Anorexia of affrightedness-absorption
Asthma of accusation-attack
Abundance of agony-address
Astigmatism of abasement-absence
Isaiah 58:2 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for helping us
take delight in approaching God:
Bringing us to His will
Blessing us by His wonders
Bracing us upon His wisdom
Building us up along His Word
Beautifying us with His worthy ways. Amen!
August 8, 2024
Myopic muddle
as beauty swirls
hues of heaven
yet bypasses
static statues that
pose as sentient
beings beknighted
dawn’s divine dream
seen as bland mirror
on ebbing eyewash
cathartic colour is
a universal uplift
even for low level
lustrous earth dweller
Immersed in skewed slant
I bandy icicled retort
as though taut timing
ever swayed rigid
stone age postures
elysian echo a speck
in azurite caves
to auditory aloofness
allied to blinkered
whim ‘s wanton
plight with dull
and dim twist
dispersed among
trivial terrains
alienation personified
vessel vacuous and void
rehabilitation of
the wayward faculty
a burst balloon blip
outsider ostracised
from gilded gardens
and sumptuous bloom
of ripe recrudescence
still limp laggard
on hackneyed cue
might yet stumble on
the fig of wakening