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Zeros And Ones
Written By. D. Collins 2/25/16
If we read the language of zeros and ones.
We could plot distance far, beyond the sun.
Each binary digit, which only means two.
Is what the Mayans and Aztecs already knew.
An infinite amount of stuff can be represented.
Each cell of matter is tied all up in it.
It’s the one and two. The Alpha and Omega.
The stuff that’ll make true drama hate ‘ya.
Using zeros and ones explains all religions.
God came from the sky “smiting” with precision.
He probably uses the theory of zeros and ones.
Far more advanced than our standard handguns.
So, when the **** hits the fan, where’ll you be?
Knowing the language, or hiding under a tree?
Zeros and ones is how we’ll communicate.
The universal language known throughout space.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
Germaine Greer
In the orbit of nearness, where hearts align
Where synapse evolves into a cherished sign,
We descry ourselves in place and time.
Bound by a close and familial rhyme.
Physical wistfulness and togetherness,
Creates a suture of joy and tenderness,
The juxtaposition of souls, so intertwined,
An agnate is formed—a bond we designed.
Forbearance and awareness we share,
Through pluralism, the incongruity we bear
For in this world of kindreds and propinquity,
We embrace the grace of coexisting diversity.
In the tapestry of life's grand design,
We are threads woven together, divine.
Antithetical in thoughts, beliefs, and ways,
Yet united in love throughout our days.
A binding bond of kin and vicinity, a holy thread,
Connecting us all and filling us with widespread
Embracing our differences, celebrating each hue,
We find strength in unity in all that we do.
In the embrace of love and togetherness,
We find solace and happiness.
Consanguinity brings us close.
In this world, we are all kin, but adios.
So let us cherish this bond we share.
Embrace the beauty of being aware.
That is our kindred spirit and propinquity.
We find strength and unity.
For in the land of nearness, we are one,
Connected by love, forever bound, never undone.
Common lineage and flesh, a dance so divine,
Where hearts intertwine, creating a luminous shine,
In the realm of nearness, we find solace and peace.
A tapestry of togetherness, where love will cease.
Kinship and nearness, a symphony of souls,
Where angels are perched atop their poles,
1st place contest winner
Love song and ballad.
Pull me close and use no words
By Michelle Morris
19/07/2023
Pull me close and use no words
Let our love move between our hearts
Our souls can feel the perfect connection
Made possible by the Universe
More than words could ever say
More than ways to communicate
We are two energetic beings
We are beautiful, infinite divinity
In your arms I feel love and warmth
We are dancing around life's bliss
No one can ever take away our love
It's a feeling that lights our souls' true gifts
These are moments, pure and deep
No words are needed as our bodies speak
The energies of desire and care
Move us beyond lovers and seekers
Pull me close and use no words
Let our love move between our hearts
Our souls can feel the perfect connection
Made possible by the Universe
More than words could ever say
More than ways to communicate
We are two energetic beings
We are beautiful, infinite divinity
To entwine our souls
Our silver threads that weave
We reach out higher to the stars
The Universe's freedom
We know Heaven on Earth
In every way possible
We become one being
With our deepest devotion
Pull me close and use no words
Let our love move between our hearts
Our souls can feel the perfect connection
Made possible by the Universe
More than words could ever say
More than ways to communicate
We are two energetic beings
We are beautiful, infinite divinity
Pull me close and use no words
Let our love move between our hearts
Our souls can feel the perfect connection
Made possible by the Universe
More than words could ever say
More than ways to communicate
We are two energetic beings
We are beautiful, infinite divinity
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I have come up with a notion
Hate is a useless emotion
That just makes the world a place
Of anger and bad disgrace
When we should reach deep inside
And pull out our hidden pride
Using words of care and kindness
That's forgotten with our blindness
Talking gently to someone
And not bullets from your tongue
Of harshness and cruelty
Opening up honesty
That's been buried way to long
Making words sound mean and strong
It might be a long tough road
To unburden all the load
That's been building more and more
Let's just open up the door
And communicate with hope
So we don't fall down a slope
That will tear the world apart
Please just look inside your heart
Realizing we can change
If we all just re-arrange
The way our sentences are formed
It can teach us what went wrong
Bringing us tranquility
And a world that's hatred free
You assume that you are on the correct path, you assume that destiny will lead you out of the dark; you assume that I can read your body language; you assume that I know your figurative meaning, you have strangers in your midst and a chilling reality will face you soon and you have to plough your way through before noon; you alone will have to face the music and they will sit and watch how you dance to it. The roof is porous but a dog never plays the same trick twice least he hurt its pride. The sun peeps through the clouds and fills the space around me and my spirit began grows and silence fills the room and for one brief moment, I could see it clearly. He stands on the open stage and stares blankly at me, his mouth was moving as if he was trying to say something to me, but he suddenly shifted the gaze and start pacing all over the place. I watched him sighed deeply with courage in his hand and ambition pushing him along. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking but he was reciting something with great meaning, he had a pile of paper in his hand flipping them one by one, and occasionally highlighting some lines. He looked smart and intelligent but substance was lacking from head and his youthfulness exposes his weakness. The morning dragged on and the heat spreads through the street, I watch the people come and go as they prepare for the big evening show. He took over the entire stage looking beyond the fourth wall try to connect with his eyes. I see something that he didn’t see and I was trying to communicate it to him but he was too far in his conscious mind searching for something new that couldn’t breakthrough and the audience looked at him in awe. You assume that I know something about you but I know that your shoe is black and it is smaller, than your normal shoe size; someone must have exchanged it when you roll the dice, meet at the same spot at five.
I love elephants! It’s a love I’m not ashamed to affirm.
Yes, I’m not afraid to say it…I’m in love with the pachyderm!
It’s not just because as I’ve grown older my ears and nose are larger…and it’s easier to get fat…no, my love affair with elephants is so much more than that.
I know that elephants are animals…but it’s not the animal I see…
When I look at an elephant…I see their humanity.
Elephants protect one another…they know the importance of family…they know how to work together…they’ll even baby sit…for free.
Elephants are social…and within their elephant habitat
using their trunks to communicate…elephants love to chat.
Elephants can also be vain…with human’s that’s another connection…for they’ve been known, just like us, to be enamored with their own reflection.
Elephants eat only plants…from this diet they never will cheat..and as a vegetarian…how can I not love an animal who refuses to eat meat.
And here is a priceless little known fact I’m happy to share with you…elephant babies suck their trunks…just like, with their thumbs, human babies do.
Finally elephants are not afraid to express their feelings…in their own emotional pachyderm skin they are snug…I love the way they use their trunks…to feel…to touch and to hug.
They will lend a trunk to one another…they will comfort an elephant bereaved…elephants have been overheard weeping…yes…elephants also grieve.
So there you have my reasons why in the animal kingdom I think the elephant is a gem….
In truth…It’s not because they are more like me…
it’s I wish I was more like them.
EXPRESSIONS THROUGH POETRY
Writing poetry or anything at all creative is a lonely business. You are your own judge, for what
You write down on paper, invariably comes’ from within, and contains a great deal of yourself,
your personality, beliefs, feelings and restlessness. There is very little honour in writing poetry, only
an inner satisfaction that you have somehow managed to communicate with someone, somewhere,
even for just a fleeting moment. Few people are actually attuned to your thoughts and feelings
and the way you see things in life as we are all individuals.
Poetry is a rhythmic language charged to the highest possible degree with one’s own personality.
It often holds no practical ends, unless sheer delight is to be considered practical. It arises from, and
communicates with layers of consciousness in daily life. I imagine we have all had the experience of
not understanding a poem, and yet, getting something out of it. Our, response to poetry is largely
Instinctual.
Depending on the poet, words can either gain or lose significance according to a complex and ever
changing context that is partly personal, partly social and partly historical. Poems take on meaning
according to the angle from which one views them. It is futile to talk of the progress or decline of
this art. The art flourishes whenever a poet writes a poem. Poetry will never wither away, as long
as people feel the necessity to express themselves.
Poetry is often thought of as been eccentric, and is certainly considered to be an art of high
expression. Reading poetry allows us to learn, enrich our knowledge and sharpen our astuteness.
I believe that there are poems tucked away and locked up in many homes, so come on, get out those
precious poems, dust off the cobwebs and do something about them!
I imagine the path to heaven is lined with dewy sun-grown flowers and blooming shrubs,
Exotic colors,
Unparalelled Fragrances
Wafting around the returning soul,
Encompassing, loving it, in a gentle, healing way.
I imagine those who pass can sense the angels, before they see them, and can communicate
Without knowing how or why.
Well wishes, welcoming thoughts,
Familiar feelings of being cherished will surround the spirit.
I imagine a celebration that features feelings of joy and love so intense, they
cannot be visualized,
Replicated, or imagined on any other plane.
Feelings reserved for this holiest of places.
Hearts joined in holiness, merging into spiritual oneness with the Holy
Father/Mother as the soul, is reunited with our magical source,
and gloriously welcomed home.
There is an adventure to be written
From my perch where I be sitting
Two characters my imagination see
A relationship story to be told late in the day over tea
There is an honest buccaneer
Nothing much to fear
Gaining power sipping Busch beer
Relaxing in a garden
Thinking doing some smart-in
Watching six flags blowing
Trying to figure out where life was going
Decided in a split second
It was time to do a little networking checking
Headed east
To visit a peaceful sea monster beast
When he arrived
In land to where there were no tides
Not even any rides
A crystal placid lake
Tranquil simplicity quietly told the buccaneer ‘five to take’
Suddenly, appearing a kind fellow
Swimming around very mellow
Turning the buccaneer attitude fluffy and gel low
Raising a fin “hello”
Followed his water spout letting one flow
This made the buccaneer let out a joyful laugh
Knowing the peaceful creature was enjoying a lifelong bath
“My dolphin friend
I must ask you to defend
When is this social distancing going to end?”
And a fish emerged from the water to perform a flip
Well trained since it is written in the script
“My buccaneer friend I know you are above me
When we travel the seven seas
We work together
Dealing with nasty weather
Clearing up letting the sun come out
Giving us something to talk about
My forecast it will be soon
Allowing us to communicate under an enchanting moon”
In a friendly way the dolphin mentioned
Getting the buccaneers attention
“Land ho
I must go
Back to the west
To do my best
Eating bread
Have enough to be fed
Until again we meet
It will be my treat
A rare steak
Cooked the way I make”
Saying what he meant
Without any resent
A trip back the buccaneer did
To a six pack in the garden where he hid
Until the day
When all the masks are put away
Smiling will return
To faces which once had a look of concern
You shut me out as if I did some crime
All I tried was to share my thoughts
But all you did was just leave me on read
now it feels our relationship is dead
My heart is aching as I feel unheard once again
Misunderstood and not allowed to express
As if it was better to be born mute
Cause silence in this world is perceived as cute
I am longing to reach out and connect with you again
But I know if you pull away again, I shall not be able to take that stress
May be for now I shall disappear in oblivion, but deep inside I scream “ don’t let me go so far "
That my love for you will get stuck in a limbo,
please lets communicate and "raise the bar"!