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the left side of life

Mother had tuberculosis, and my sister and I were
a children’s home run by the state, which had many houses
Depending on age and sex
 My brother had already been sent to one who had found German
 hand grenades and used them at a disused airport. 
The grenades made a terrible noise, and my brother
had to spend some time in a hospital and was later sent to a home
on a small island working at the stone quarry.
My sister and I had been invited to a big wedding
 , a real working-class one
A wedding with plenty of food, booze, and beer for the adults
and soft drinks for us. We had been told not to go, but we went anyway
 It was a great, really classy wedding; the bride was in white.
At first, there was jealousy amongst the women, 
tearing of hair,
The man couldn`t stand there watching; a legendary fight ensued.
Police sirens, the police charged with batons, were beaten back
by police reinforcement. Gradually, the party was peaceful
 and the police
themselves, the working class left the scene.
It was morning when we came back to the home, where my sister went
back to the girls ' house, and I, the boys, awaited punishment
I was ten at the time and angry. 
When the big boss arrived, I, feeling overwhelmed and angry, threw a vase at him, marking a moment of defiance rooted in my childhood frustrations. 
A week later, I was on a farm milking cows.
Ever since childhood, I have felt it was my duty to speak up and defend the have-nots, reflecting my core values of justice and fairness to inspire similar feelings in the audience.
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Premium Member Moral Test

As the wind howls outside in the night
Things thrash around breaking with its might
I think about the good and evil
Raising their faces, showing their will
Brewing like a storm in our country
 A storm bound for landing, not to flee
A time of reckoning is showing
As we watch and we speak without knowing,
What the damage will be when it’s done
Who will survive retaining blessed love?
Who will hold onto faith from above?
Pleas for justice are calling abound
Some facts disappear without a sound
Spreading truth, not games, mean the most now
To hold onto it, through this somehow
Faith is the answer, restoring hope
As we travel this slippery slope
Let us not forget our core values
In the whirlwind of hatred on news
As the wind howls, keep calm inside
Emerge from conflict, knowing we tried
The truth is the seed within your heart
Do not let it go or break apart
This influential turmoil is strong
Many choices to make right or wrong
With every single moral test,
Winds may be strong, so let’s do our best

Heidi Sands

2/26/19
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Owelle

The Owelle
 of the realm
  of Onitsha
   their title,
     Zik of Africa
       Our vintage title.

Zik a real patriot 
 with core values 
  your contemporaries
   were at the regions
    but you dreamt of one
     Nigeria at the center
      Tribe and tongue in vain.

The Owelle was a champion
 a champion of the center
  though your ideals were 
   thawed by your peers
     he solidly stood by it
       even in the face 
         of the civil war

One Nigeria! One Nigeria!!
 echoes that kept reverberating
  One Nigeria! One Nigeria!!
    Time and time again your
       relevance proven
         Turned sounds of Nigeria
           relished.
             Owelle of Onitsha
               Zik of Africa.
   (Written on the 30th March, 2015)
Form: Epic

As I Lay Dying

As I Lay Dying

 I love to peer out across the Hudson‘s shimmering waves and see the Statue of Liberty's iconic gaze, but today's different, I'm amazed, it feels like  the core values and constitution have been set ablaze as liberties start to fade, the Statue of Liberty wasn‘t standing to greet those arriving, as if she'd  given America a final goodbye, and is absent with the torch of freedom held high, as we got closer we saw her sitting with her head down crying, she looked up and saw our curious faces and started testifying that this nation was falling apart and no longer the land of freedom which she was supposed to represent for every visible eye and face arriving, the foundation was crumbling as the world sat watching our nation committing suicide, on a path that would result in it’s colliding, reminiscent of the Gestapo as it was rising, the president's destroying fundamental values, and can’t stop lying, he can’t make it great again, but isn't even trying, Liberty's at a loss for words, like her nightmare's coming alive as the nation's breaking and dividing, she looks helpless, watching America bleed, wanting to assist but her hands are tied, assistance she can’t provide and her last words were, “ I guess it was good while it lasted, like the Adele song about the falling skies, except it’s the nation, as I lay dying .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Young and the Dress Less

Yes I said it - The Dressless, cause what are they really wearing?
It’s practically nothing. Should it be called “Clothes for Hoez?”
But why do they dress less? Is it for attention, is it insecurity, is it they lack confidence, is it cute, is it tacky, is it sexy, is it to “fit in,” is it misleading, is it enticing…?

I know what it is, it is sad. It’s sad to see how some of these young generations leave nothing for the imagination. Seems like everything flashes, even eyelashes.

But at what point do we hold parents accountable for this behavior, especially when children are under 18 and dressing provocative? Because truth be told, most of them don’t have a job to be buying those type of clothes, so who’s buying them?

Back in the day, it was a must to cover up. But that was then, cause now, they on full display. They display it all, from the skimpy clothes to wearing no draws.

When I tell you they extra, they “Extra.”
Yeah, they want everything “Extra.”
Extra breast, extra azz, extra nails, extra hair, extra lashes, extra lips, extra hips… What they are saying to me is, did God not get nothing right that they gotta go redo what He has done?

I mean, they got Everything Out. So when they say they outside, “They Outside!” Azz out, cheeks out, boobs out, belly out, toes out, clothes with holes out, yep, clear and see through, that’s what they do.
What about dignity, core values, self respect and morals?

Parents, I know times have changed, but are you enabling this behavior? Because truly, sometimes their behavior is a reflection of your parenting, or lack there of. And I did say sometimes.
Form: Narrative


Being Japanese

All Japanese people use ancient glacial ice
Mined from miles below the arctic circle
By sophisticated machinery and drills
Core samples are their way of life
Core values is a reason for holding on

Being Japanese is being Japanese
Is being grounded in their condition
In sushi bars and Geisha nights delights
Fine whiskey over arctic ice

Their world is upside down 
In fact, the bottom of the globe 
Gravity holds Japan in place 
Nowhere near the United States

"Ikiai" is the meaning "reason for being" 
Turning Japanese is pleasing
I think I'm turning Japanese 

Men and women think alike 
They would like to live in peace
With machinery and luxuries  
To live forever with chunks of ice 
                                                          
In reality we are all just Asians
In need of gravity to keep from falling off
The bottom of the world seems dangerous
Please send the people glue and sticky stuff
All things being equal we need adhesives
It's not easy being Japanese

Premium Member To Rekindle Liberty's Flame

A leader looks forward
  He doesn't look back
Makes tough decisions
  Rarely backtracks

He's not always right
  And he's sometimes unwise
Yet he admits his mistakes
  He deals not in lies

He has his core values
  When he speaks, he inspires
He may not be beloved
  But he's widely admired

For truth is his calling card
  He's genuine, sincere
He'll do the right thing
  Though it may end his career

It has been quite a while
  Since America's been blessed
With a straight-backed President
  Who could pass such a test

Yet for the USA to again
  Kindle Liberty's flame
We'll need such a leader
  Not one who puts us to shame
Form: Rhyme

The World needs our Light

Let our actions and behaviours align with our words, and resonate with our Truth and our Core Values. May Love and Light lead the way. 

Everyone has the Power to make a positive difference in the World. 

The World needs our Light 
By Michelle Morris 
16/01/2025

May my words of honey
Sweeten your day
May my actions and behaviours 
Bring Love and Light your way 

May you never doubt my intentions 
May my Truth and Values align
May I bring forward Inspiration and Joy
Feelings of Happiness sublime 

For I am Powerful and so are you 
Each of us is Incandescent as the Stars
We can make a Positive Difference 
If we embrace the Good that we are

The World needs our Light
To shine brightly every day 
We need to work together 
For the Darkness to be eradicated

For Evil isn't often obvious 
It's more likely to be found in Fear
In Apathy and Neglect and Fence sitting 
Choosing to avoid the Bad Things that are near

Even if we're Afraid 
We need to remember that we're not Alone 
God's Angels are always around us
They will give Guidance and eternal Hope 

We can overcome our Differences 
We can bring Peace into the Universe 
As long as everyone chooses Good each moment 
The Positive Energy will be Limitless 

So, I will choose to hold the Light 
I will choose to do what is Right 
May I be a Beacon of Magic and Miracles for all
And may Heaven's Angels be by my side

I hope you will choose Light over Dark
I hope you will embrace your Soul's Path 
To use your Gifts to the Highest Good
Until we all have Pure Hearts

© Michelle Morris, 2025
Form: Rhyme

To My Fellow Teachers

In midst of these unwanted times, 
many students are psychologically 
pressured due to loads of school work.

But at the end of the day,
when things go back to normal, 
I am sure that they will not remember
the things that we taught to them...

But they will remember the moments
of struggle and hardships...
They will remember the moments
how their teachers cared and supported
them in such ways just to pass 
the course.

Should we really think about the students' outcomes? Probably...
Should we focus on teaching the content of 
our lessons? Maybe...
Should we pay attention to our teaching pedagogy to make learning
worthwhile? Perhaps...

In my own opinion, we should
emphatize our students and give them
the best emotional support and care.
We need to teach them to share,
collaborate and support one another
with favorable restrictions ??.

Our commitment nowadays
is to act out the core values
and be a humanistic 
educator.

After all, care is one of the most
essential needs of a human being

Read Journal True Bull His Him Within Lusaka, Zambia Part Two

plus Doctor Kaunda also says family names
in tandem should not determine,
who to associate with, any more than nap
pulled lying flat hair, but rather character of hearts,
viz each one of every Zambian availing their lap
necessarily if seat space in short supply.

Speaking at a vision
ambassadors promoting peace
campaign fundraising dinner,
Doctor Kaunda says increase
in toto with discrimination,
suspicion, hatred, betrayal, malice, fleece

sing (the golden calf)
re: greed, selfishness, grease
sing palms, and other
negative behavior release
zing threatening opposition 
to zeitgeist, and core values crease
and crimp unity if left unchecked.

He has recalled that during
struggle for independence,
people from various
backgrounds humming and purring
worked hand in glove together,

realizing that they were, spurring
above everything else,
brothers and sisters of
one nation hungry stirring
potential for harmony whirring.

Dr. Kaunda says the “One Zambia One Nation” slogan
coined many decades ago still holds
true and continues starring Hulk Hogan
to unite Zambian’s together as one motley crue
clinging as one to solid state craft toboggan.

He says Zambia remains
a beacon of peace in Africa,
that dare not smother
snapchat, nor shutterfly - oh brother
scuttling important all Zambian citizens
should pay obeisance with mother
land maintaining grew ving
peace and loving one another.

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