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Lancaster formations
One two and three
To attack the dams
Off Industrial Germany
Targets to hit
In the Ruhr valley
Power providers
Canal alley
RAF Scampton
Near Lincoln they load
This barrelled bomb
Bounced to explode
Runway lined
Engines roar
Crews ready
Tally Ho!
Flying low to reach their quest
Allied pilots at their best
Flak explodes all around
As the Germans hear our engine sounds
Targets reached as they circle round
To gauge their height as it bounces sound
Steady steady let her go
As it hits the water
First bounce slow
Second bounce, momentum gain
These dams, not to be the same
Clinical strike as it hits the wall
Sinks, explodes
Crumbling walls
Minutes pass
As the crew's look back
To observe the severity of the attack
Nearly out of sight, as the walls finally gave
Cascades of water in thunderous rage
The Möhne and Eder breached as planned
Missions accomplished on these German dams
German war effort, hampered for a spell
As for the rest of the conflict
Time would tell
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WHAT LOVE IS
Wonderful warm wish wobbles, whispers, weaves bond of love.
Healthy hearty hankering of him and her.
Awesome auspicious attractive moments of attachment to share.
Tremulous throbbing of togetherness yearning tender touch.
Liberal, loyal, luminous, luscious, lusty love longing eternity.
Overwhelmed on precious pearly passionate pain and pleasure.
Vital vivacious virtue of human nature.
Emerald emotion enchanted to be loved and to love.
Immersed in inevitable intense intimacy
Soft sweet-sour silly sentiment scudding to surrender.
10/10/16
Your Absolute Best II Contest by The Seeker
Often we know what we want
but then again God knows better
His ways to us don't figure out
but we should learn from His letter
When God chastens us in His love
it's for our good He brings correction
learn to trust in the Lord your God
for you were always His selection
This is the story of God's love
never forget no matter His plans
God always, always wants the best
for you are tight in God's clan
God is your heavenly father
who does everything in love
always having that in His view
to have a relationship like a glove
God's children are His own possession
for the Lord counts them as His delight
nothing can take away the love of God
it lifts you up into your heavenly flight
(My son, do not despise the Lord's discipline
or be weary of his reproof,
for the Lord reproves him whom he loves,
as a father the son in whom he delights.)
Proverbs 3: 11,12 (ESV)
Dedication to Meals on Wheels People
As my Mother's health diminished,
I came to be exceedingly grateful for
'The Meals on Wheels People'~
An endearing name,she chose to call them.
I couldn't be there for her as I was as
work, don't you see?
And Mother did her best walking
In her new red rollator, buzzing about
like a busy bee.
I worried she would fall and break her
other hip,
But she even tried to dance with her
rollator.
For one up in years, Mother was quite
the trip.
She so desired to be in her beloved home
till the end!
So human angels, in the form of 'Meals
on Wheels People' came each day!
Oh, I think they will never understand
How very much love they brought her way.
At noon, she waited by the side door,
Not so much for the food, but for their
chat and smiles.
They will never know how their smiles
truly made her day.
Being home bound, Mother, so happy,
Bowed her head and for each did daily pray.
These are people who should be covered
on the news.
They do good daily, I am hear to tell you.
In my poem, I can sing their song.
Yes, much goodness does still exist in
this world.
This is my song for my Mother's,
' Meals on Wheels People.'
Panagiota Romios
4/19/2019
She took off her witch hat and stomped all over it.
It mashed down miserably on one side, distorted a bit.
The wire obviously bent at an awkward angle.
Even more than an ordinary witch hat.
She took off her coat, by ripping all the buttons off
Using the buttonholes. They popped in a variety of
Directions. One hit Old Aunt Mable in the glasses, but
They were so thick she barely noticed.
I watched her run up the stairs to my room. On her
way she smacked both my brother and sister in the
back of the head with big long satisfying whacks.
I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when I went up
there to laugh and giggle with her about it.
I love little witch. She comes at night, and sneaks into my
room, and we sing silly songs until I fall asleep. The best
part? I do not have to share her with anyone. I am the
only one in the family who can see her.
Inspired by... Being ourselves. We are worthy of Heaven's embrace just by being. Being born. Being human. Being real.
Be authentic. Be true. Let real connections and true love find you.
We are worthy of His Heaven
By Michelle Morris
05/11/2025
I'd love to save the world
But it's not my place to save
I can do my best and be myself
Every single damn day
I know it's hard
It's hard to be the real you
But it's how our tribe finds us
It's how we reveal our truth
Be authentic
Let your soul shine, my friend
Make those connections real
Allow true love to spark; surrender
I'd love to save every person
But I know it's about their choices
We can only set a pure example
We can only make space for their voices
Allow people to be themselves
Allow people to shine their light
Allow people to make peace with their hearts
Allow people to choose what is right
What's right for them and not me
Giving them freedom to set themselves free
Be a reminder when I can
By accepting God's plan revealed
For we all have free will
And we know that we are blessed
But sometimes it takes time to accept
That we are worthy of His Heaven
I'd love to save you
But I have to allow you to fly
God gave you wings and courage
All you have to do is try
Have faith in your own self
Have faith in God's Will
Have faith in your purpose
Have faith and be fulfilled
You are special and unique
Only you are worthy of being you
I hope you realise your soul's glow
And that you will save your own life anew
© Michelle Morris, 2025
What is a Mother?
A mother is the buttons
That holds the family together
She walked you to school each day
Regardless of the weather
She was always there to patch you up
Every time you scraped your knee
She shed tears when you started nursery
At the tender age of three
When you went to school at the age of five
She took you to the gate
You assured her you'd be okay
And told her not to wait
Before you went to grammar school
You had to sit the Eleven-Plus
Even though you feared you`d fail it
You didn't like to make a fuss
The day you told her you hadn't passed
And wouldn't be moving schools with the rest
All she did was hug you
And said you'd tried your best
The day that you left school
Your mind was filled with fear
And mum said she'd support you
Whatever your choice of career
Work was hard to find
To the job centre you had to report
All the time spent looking for a job
You always had your mum's support
When you found love and flew the nest
Your mum had opinions she didn't voice
She treated your partner with the utmost respect
She'd allowed you to make your choice
When the relationship sadly failed
It was one of mum's greatest fears
She was a good judge of character
And knew it would all end in tears
Always respect your mother
And value the times that you share
Because one day you'll really need her
And she`ll no longer be there
The scientists
It is a tranquil winter day. I listen to a distant nose
a dog barks, typical in Algarve, smoke from chimneys go
straight before disbursing and disappearing.
A few clouds drift about like wedding dresses of the unmarried.
The sun is a golden coin captain Hook would kill for.
I smell grilled sardine, the opening and closing of doors
a cat sits on a wall watching me.
I go into a café, three scientists talk about Mars, until one says
let us talk about marine biology.
The other two laugh. Do you mean grilled sardines?
They are theoretical physicist and thing they are bees’ knees.
I drink coffee, eat a Napoleon cake.
Drive home, it has been a good day when the phone rings
I don´t bother to answer it.
Precious is my life, authored by God based on His sovereign plan…
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
So precious is my life wrought by God according to His grand design…
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to do His great will, never to resign.
Very precious is my life cared by God as His divine project…
He loved me, saving me from sin’s gruesome defect
To be transformed as my way He does direct
And leads me toward heavenly pursuits by His grace I can’t reject.
Truly, precious is my life valued by God beyond the ephemeral…
He sacrificed Himself for me, quickening my soul, making me spiritual
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
Blessed is my precious life since God crafts it thru His magnificent tools daily…
He imputed to me His righteousness so I can be holy
To enable me to comply to His Word obediently
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
My precious life is God’s masterpiece molded toward His perfection…
He took me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
Indeed, precious is my life*, constantly refined by God along His faithfulness…
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with service-joyfulness.
*Psalm 64:1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
October 12, 2018
2nd place, "HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS"
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/15/2018.
For Jan Alison:
Jan, today is your chosen last day here.
Like others, I am devastated, and sad.
Your detractors, of course, need removal.
Scoundrels of the first degree!
Allowed to remain here?
You have chosen a new path to go on,
With that in mind, I send you love and the
very best.
Evil and jealousy are everywhere such
to my chagrin, to give us a test!
Always people in the wings to tear us
down.
You are way too lovely a soul to frown.
Jan, here are some roses and a hug from
me.
Your fellow poet, who cannot hold a
candle to you and your poetry.
Your fellow Andy Gibb fan,
Panagiota Romios
3/31/2019