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Be a rainbow for someone's rain

No matter how crazy the world seems to be or how frustrating your life is right now, believe it can be better. Believing is seeing. Anything is possible. Be a miracle in action.

Be a rainbow for someone's rain.

A new positive song to light up your day.

Be a rainbow for someone's rain 
By Michelle Morris 
23/11/2025

I look around and the world's gone crazy 
Crazier than ever before 
And sometimes I have to wonder
Is it worth it to go out the door

But something happens when I go out there
I make people happy and smile for a while 
I am helpful and kind and thoughtful 
Making a positive difference in this life

So, go out there and be good
Go out there and be kind
Don't let the darkness get you too
Fight it back in your heart and mind 

So, go out there and spread sunshine 
Be a rainbow for someone's rain
Don't let the darkness change you
Make the light a focus every day

Anything is possible, my friend 
Don't let fear stand in your way
Magic and miracles exist around us
In fact, you're a miracle someone named

Believing is seeing, dear heart 
Be a rainbow and a silver lining 
No rain or clouds last forever 
You're a blessing from the divine 

So, go out there and be good
Go out there and be kind
Don't let the darkness get you too
Fight it back in your heart and mind 

So, go out there and spread sunshine 
Be a rainbow for someone's rain
Don't let the darkness change you
Make the light a focus every day

Keep on smiling 
Keep on shining 
Keep on winning 
Keep on thriving 

Every day...
Every day...
Every day...
Every day...

Take a chance and bring joy
Take a chance and bring fun
Take a chance and bring a smile 
Take a chance and be a sun

So, go out there and be good
Go out there and be kind
Don't let the darkness get you too
Fight it back in your heart and mind 

So, go out there and spread sunshine 
Be a rainbow for someone's rain
Don't let the darkness change you
Make the light a focus every day

So, go out there and be good
Go out there and be kind
Don't let the darkness get you too
Fight it back in your heart and mind 

So, go out there and spread sunshine 
Be a rainbow for someone's rain
Don't let the darkness change you
Make the light a focus every day

© Michelle Morris, 2025
Form: Lyric


Premium Member The New World Order

Some people like to say that I am crazy
to think our sovereignty we’ll one day lose;
to think all countries under one umbrella
would ever be discussed or make the news!

But if you pay attention, you can hear
world leaders saying things I find absurd.
They’re going to “build back better” everything.
A notion crazier I’ve never heard.

They can’t build better governments or cities.
There’s nothing they’ve done better yet at all!
The progress made in health or crime prevention
is getting worse - their progress is so small.

This New World Order’s nothing but a joke -
a joke on all the world, and those now free
will realize how much they’ve lost at last
once all have bowed down to technology.

If patriots can't win, our freedom’s GONE.
The puppet masters do not care one bit
for you and me. The evil filthy rich
desire a world with most of us not IN it.

I’m teased for things that some folks disbelieve -
like Revelations or Illuminati,
but there are wicked beasts behind the curtain,
and New World Order’s OZ won’t be so pretty.

The banks sit high atop the pyramid.
We’re underlings that world elitists hate.
Folks hypnotized by lies of media
are unbelievers I cannot debate.

The proof of what I say is all around
in statues, number six and signs they give
to one another, and right out in open!
One day with chips inside us we will live.

The beast’s own mark is coming. This I know.
To live, we’ll need it on our head or hand.
How easily they’ve got to us already.
God help us! New World Order won’t be grand.

April 20, 2022
For Robert James Liguori's New World Order Poetry Contest
Form: Rhyme

And bang goes one more slang

And here comes one more random slang--
Among many that loosely hang.
What does it really mean?
Not mean, enough if seen,
But gung-ho goes this Gen Zen gang.
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Happenings | 11.10. 2025 | humour, slang/language

Note: 6 7, read six seven. It is the latest random slang like LOL, YOLO, and many of the Gen Zen going crazier by the day. It does not have to mean much, but still…
- I saw a movie; it was 6 7. (passable).
- Look at the dude, he’s 6 7. (indicates height 6’ 7”)
- I’m feeling 6 7 today (so-so).
Perhaps these expressions arise from young generation’s angst. The expression means different things to different bored heads and hearts.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Mural of Course

A mural painter? Why not? I asked myself.
My husband was inside, glued to a Lazy-Boy recliner
watching five TVs simultaneously.
He would not have a fit about something he did not see, right?
How often does he come to the porch anyway? 

I began to plot out my legacy, something to leave the family.
To reassure them that their assessment of me is sound.
I am crazier than a mouse running into a cat’s mouth.
I was grinning as wide as I have ever grinned, as I plotted.
Drawing my ideas out in full scale, with pencil.

What to plan? Faeries, dragons, witches, gypsies, unicorns too.
All of my canvases are done in cartoon form; I am a natural at this. 
I wanted more colors though, at least twenty of them. 
I took inventory of my mural paints – red, black, gold, green, pink, blue.
Ordered sixteen more colors; this is going to be gloriously gaudy.

My sister came over when I was drawing the idea out in pencil.
It was going to be large; fifty feet long; covering the entire back of the house.
“I wouldn’t paint siding if I were you,” she said prissily.
Good thing she isn’t me, isn’t it?
And good thing she did not know my husband was home.
She is a tattle-tale in addition to being brazenly bossy.
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Premium Member the - still - new year

This is a new year, remember? I’m unshakeable, 
I want to live harder but somehow sleep more.
I want to be successful and reinforce my self-image.
I’d like to rely less on my sharp edges and accentuate my softness.
I don’t want to dwell on America’s chaos - the crazy to crazier pipeline.
 
But, oh, geez, it must be Monday..
Trump accused Ukraine of starting the war, but my alarm was going off and I missed it.
Trump threatened US allies for opposing his takeover of Greenland, while I brushed my teeth.
He said, “the US shouldn't have 2026 midterm elections,” while I was in the shower.
He said since he didn’t win a Nobel Prize, he wouldn’t prioritize peace, while I had croissants.
He swore ‘reckoning and retribution’ after ICE agents shot a woman, while I was on the metro.
After an unplanned CAT scan, Trump said he was ‘sharper than ever’- while I was walking to school. 
He called Democrats a ‘criminal organization’, for pointing to his Epstein ties;  but I was having coffee.
He said the Reiners were murdered because they didn’t like him, but I was in anatomy class.
Trump claimed the U.S. would "run" Venezuela, while I was in an auditorium lecture.
Trump cited his Trump Golf Club wins as proof of his health, while I was in analyses-lab
He accused his own bureau of "rigging" job data to undermine him, while I was in practical-lab.
Trump linked Tylenol use to autism and revived false vaccine-autism ties - while I had pizza.
In a singular moment of clarity, Trump told his critics to "rot in hell," I missed it, I was studying.
He labeled reports of rising costs, and job losses a “Democratic hoax," but I was still studying.
A Ford employee shouted an Epstein question, Trump replied “ you” and flipped him off.
The employee was fired, of course, a citizen can’t go ruffling Trump like that, with free speech - I missed it, I was back on the metro.
 
I don’t miss constant exposure to the Trump circus - he’s just wearing you people down. 
After three more dumpster-fire years of Trump - what’ll be left over there?
Good luck America, I love you.
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A song for this:
Excuse Me Mister by Gale Garnett
Red rubber ball by The Cyrkle

Fun, Old (edited for time) TikTok fail - showing "Why I don't do TikToks"  =]
using a GoPro with a 'follow me' pin - the video jiggles, wildly loses focus and I'm not centered! 
daweb.us/bg/silly.dance.mp4


Premium Member Mixed Poetry At Life's End

Life has a beginning and a end, 
for me when and where will it all end by friend. 
I wish I knew how many more days I have left, 
like other's deaths will come like a theft. 

 


In this crazy world I must go on, 
getting crazier with each new dawn. 
A world that is being eaten alive, 
a world that is not for me yet I must survive. 

 


Now at life's end, 
I cannot pretend. 
Death sits here and awaits, 
for I do not know the times or dates. 

 



A peaceful heaven waits, 
I cannot wait to see the pearly gates. 
To see the ones I have missed the most, 
the love ones who I hold very close.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Take the red pill

I talked to my brother in his placid state
I said there was urgency that couldn't wait.
He should take the red pill, see the sabotage
Not stay with the blue pill in a mirage.

I told him there were little men in our walls
They could listen in on his phone calls
They could spy on him whatever he does
Nothing personal, just because.

They could sabotage his life in any scene
Like a reality show, where they could intervene
They take delight in psychopathic manipulation
Leave a trail of wrecked lives, in this nation.

He heard me out, and looked sad
Its classical paranoia, and I've been had
People behind walls, poisons through the air
Can't get crazier than that, reality laid bare.

His friend gave me an anti-psychotic
Its color was blue, its imprint exotic.
He said you're crazy, but it runs in your clan
Face your disease, be a man.

I said I would not take the blue pill
His disbelief made me frantic and ill.
I said the red pill lets you see the extreme
It's really you who are living in a dream.

I said yesterday's paranoia is tomorrow's fact
Science looks like magic, in its closing act.
But I lost, so I pretended to take the blue
It's easy to appear sane, if you don't say what's true.
Form: Rhyme

I Won'T Lose You To Him

I went crazy over you
even before he did,
and I never lied;
so,I try to be crazier now
and take you
away from him,
or from someone who
feels the same...

I won't lose you to him,
my courage,my pride stand up
for what I truly believe;
and you should be sure that
 no one will come between us 
 to make us fall apart somehow...

We have made a perfect start,
and we're like two clouds that
drift away from the shore...
in search of peace and more!

I won't lose you to him,
'cause I am too much of a man to let him;
I won't lose you to him...
you are too much of a woman to love him!
Form: Lyric

Mood Swings

Cold days, lonely hours l I didn’t know about
   These past few months with my ups and downs
Tracing every beat of my heart 
    I am falling deeper
I thought of you waiting for your reply
    You paint a smile that never dies
Voice of yours bestows happiness 
    I don’t wanna end this

Tell me more about yourself 
     More you are capable of this cliche’s feelings
 In a way I let you have your moodswing in peace  
   till you get normal again,
     Back to where this emotions began to shift
Slowly, and inevitably bipolar
     Crazier to think that your cleverness hits my  madness as a poet,
You challenge me in every little way like
    Nature attracts nature;
 Words bubble up like soda pop
    You’ll never be boring 

I’ll like how our emotions intertwine
    Doth sparkles like diamonds over sapphires
Boosting ego’ and posseses thine love
    Speak low if you speak love; 
Cupid arrows heart became weak 
    And this weakness I’d love to feel, 
I’m burn for you 
    Narrative, elusive begins to change
 Feelings are vulnerably unseen 
    That’s when heart is pure; love can be made
© Amor Otong  Create an image from this poem.

Haunted

Bound under a revolving pain
Holding up my chin to prove am happy,
swirling up inside my own shell
haunted by the same feelings I held dear
Crying for relief as I dangle under the cliff of my own mind
Chained and buried in a sea of endless prejudice
I gasp under my hair,
Holding back droplets of tears that I wish
could just fall and set me free.
I disappoint my own self,
with every drop of tears, now an ocean.
With just a blink, my emotions are my enemy
One I will never rid myself of
And still, they never seize to negotiate with my actions.
The rain indeed hides tears,
The hours I wish they could just run freely
And comfort me.	
I am my own stress, so I learnt, from the fragments of my wasted heartaches which grabs hold of my frail trembling heart
 and pushes me back into thoughts I burnt and faded the ashes into the air
Could I be anymore crazier to crave for things that  disrespect my feelings?
So I lay aimless in total surrender of feelings I cannot resist nor forget
Hope is my only friend; as I, my only nightmare!

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