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To rise above all the voices that tried to bring me down,
The gestures that wound, the silences meant to hurt.
I dreamed of a vengeance that would soothe my heart,
Healing injustices and erasing fear.
My childhood words remained too fragile inside me,
Unable to defend myself or make a choice.
Then time passed, and I understood the distance,
That everyone moves at their own pace, in silence.
But the beauties of life finally calmed me,
Reconciled me with the hours and the past.
We wish we could suspend those moments of light,
When happiness fills our whole atmosphere.
We forget about time, yet the mind remembers
That trembling fear of what tomorrow brings.
Then age advances, and retirement calls us,
A siding where our soul is quietly stored away.
As if living still disturbed the mirror,
Forgive me for having words and hope.
Forgive me for still having things to offer,
Facing the fear that comes silently to weaken us.
When the ink of memory erases faces,
I want to shout “I love you” before turning the page.
I want to give again, as long as time allows,
One last surge of life, a final promise.
And in the eyes of those who waver around me,
I see hours that tremble,
Gestures still trying to hold on.
The body hesitating, the mind thinning,
And this slow disappearance
Brushes against my own light.
So we move forward gently,
With this new attention
That the years give us
When they teach us to see differently
What drifts away,
What frightens us.
And sometimes, in this time offered,
Days take on a slower color,
As if certain presences
Slipped a little further into the light.
Time flows without waiting,
And sometimes it fades, sometimes it is born,
In a movement no one can hold back.
Joël Charvillat
The mind... The mind is a mysterious place.
The mind holds all things as true.
The mind holds all things as false.
The mind is a place of terror, of fear.
The mind is a place of peace and joy.
The mind it hides in darkness, a place where no light ever shines.
The mind... The mind is a place where faith begins.
It is where belief grows.
The mind... The mind is the control center of life.
It is where everything ignites.
And yet no one knows the mind and how it works.
The mind works differently for everyone.
Stimuli and fate drive the mind to grow.
And make the mind to fall apart…
The mind... The mind is a mysterious place…
Why does the mind battle the heart?
Why does the mind battle the soul?
Why does the mind never find victory?
And why does my heart always find defeat?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find victory?
Where do I go to find faith?
Where do I go to find joy?
And who shall teach? And who shall go?
And who shall learn? I do not know.
And who shall shed the light in darkness?
And who shall reach the lost?
The heart with in is fertile ground.
Stop and listen don’t make a sound.
From your sinful way turn around,
True life it shines when Jesus is found…
And yet, the mind is where it all begins…
By: Pernell Rodocker
People narrate themselves differently when they’re happy
Some ideas are
simple, but carry so much
weight, they’re deceptive.
I knew my problems
with clinical clarity
so I ditched them.
We left the city
like it was on fire, there one
minute, gone the next
I couldn’t wait for
my shoes to hit the ground, I
mean toes hit the sand.
Summers start out cool
mornings in the 60s, it’s
charmed but not swim hot
Mornings at Héraclée
the air parts jasmine and salt
omelets on the beach.
Watching him stretch, an
appreciative pleasure
like watching a crush.
deeply romantic
there, I said it, so sue me,
we’re charged particles
Our days are lazy
our nights are crazy, they blurr
together sometimes
We’ve been together
four years, and we’re still learning
about each other
“Name something that comes
easily to you.” “Distrust,”
I answer, smiling.
He squeezes into
my lounge chair, we’re very close up
like two oiled otters
“Do you love me,” he
asked, “Let’s not be carelessly
broad,” I suggested.
That last was a joke
my answers are typically
insincere satire.
He gets it, gets me.
Why give the man straight answers?
That would be boring.
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Songs for this:
Juice by Lizo [E]
Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) by Troye Sivan
Sublime What I Got
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senryus are a form
of Japanese three line poems
each with 5-7-5 syllables
When you drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway in the summertime
your eyes are on overload…
from the amazing vistas you see along the way
to the beautiful blend of colors that dot both sides of the road.
When it comes to all the colors…the best way of portraying it…
Is to say if you can think of a color…there’s a wildflower displaying it.
But I’d like to focus off the main road…into the forest
where we walked in alone…
and came upon this purple phlox…standing on her own.
We felt a twinge of sadness…and said “How sad and lonely you must be
to possess all this beauty that no one will ever see.”
“You humans can be so short-sighted.” She chuckled…
“I might be a flower no other human ever sees…
but everyday I’m surrounded by the earth
her grasses, her animals and her trees.”
“Whether or not I’m ever seen by humans…
doesn’t mean a thing to me…
As long as I am seen and loved by my forest family.”
“In nature we think of beauty differently…
which is sometimes hard for humans to digest…
every single part of nature is beautiful…
One purple flower’s beauty never stands above the rest.”
“I’m glad you think I’m beautiful…
But when it comes to beauty…the forest is a beauty we all share…
So go ahead and enjoy my beauty…
just don’t let your eyes stop there.”
We decided to take her advice…and looking all around her
we enjoy the diversity and the beauty of all the nature that surrounds her.
We stopped at that purple phlox……when it came time for us to depart….
To thank her for opening our eyes…our minds…
and speaking directly to our hearts…
As we walked away we wished every human would take the time
to walk into a forest…get down on their knees
and heed this simple lesson
taught by all the little flowers nestled in among the trees.
sitting in front of my record player
i am glad that i fixed it and that i found some 45s and some 78s
my excitement builds as i sift through all of the new discoveries
i am in my element
all i need is a cream soda and some peppercorn ranch sun chips
time is nonexistent
people are intentionally omitted
stress is not even a word
life is a free feeling with an open door policy for the mind
i am glad that i booked this trip
i am glad that i booked a two bedroom cottage this time
i am glad that i chose somewhere other than the beach this time
i am glad to have a friend who told me about myself a bit and recommended this place
i turn off my cell phone
i turn off my tablet
i turn off my laptop
i leave the kids with their grandparents
i bring my Sweets for, EHEM!, Personal Inspiration
she is asleep on the sofa as i write this poem
this leads me to this song called Something So Strong
as i listen, a thought suddenly comes to me
A House May Be Crowded, But True Love Balances Everything Out
that is how i feel when i am unconditionally loved by my Sweets
nothing else can make me feel differently
nobody from the outside can change the world of my thoughts
then suddenly, that song from thunderclap newman pops into my head
however love is in the air of my mind, not an impending revolution
i laugh at the thought and love my Sweets even That Much More.....
A man I'll never know
By Michelle Morris
06/02/2023
You are a man I'll never know
Tied up in my very existence
All I know is what others share
All I see is photographs from the past
I look at you, frozen in time
No emotions are experienced
How can I love you, my blood?
A stranger that looks a bit like me?
I look in the mirror
And I am like no one else
I look into my soul
And my differences are marked
I wonder what we could've had?
I wonder what our life could've been?
I wonder what our family would've felt
If we had ever had a chance to meet?
I love the idea of you
I love what you could mean
But we do not have a relationship
For we never met in reality
Even your death was hidden from me
We passed each other by like strangers
Maybe we could meet again
One day when I'm in Heaven
You are a man I'll never know
Important to me being here
But that's all you'll ever be
As much as I could wish it differently
I am grateful that you existed
But still saddened by our story
Maybe in another life
We'll get to know each other more
We can't change our past
We can't plan a future
But I know that God has a plan
That is beyond our lifetime and knowing
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Why all the hype?
We created this stereotype,
About identities and sexuality.
Can't you see, that's private to me.
Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.
Spiritually sharing our energy,
In secrecy, only GOD can see.
Think it matters you approve of my identity,
Or that you gave a month for all to see.
Like im looked at differently.
Its a reality lived daily by so many,
And to parade around sexuality seems silly,
Adding confusion to our identity.
And why?
So we can stand pridefully,
In our broken society.
While so many go hungry,
We keep on selfishly.
"Hey you! Look at Me!"
Let me flash my personality.
Don't worry about homeless Harry,
He's scary, he may hurt me,
Not my responsibility.
Where's the Morality?
Who cares about identity or sexuality,
The world is falling from our feet.
A distraction so discrete, so full of deceit,
Cant you see?
The labels dividing you and me.
Bringing chaos to society.
Watching the news, to see a robbery,
Or a dead body, wars in other countries,
Only to comfort our own insecurities.
Blinded by the part we play,
As the FEAR keeps you at bay.
who cares if we're Gay,
Or want to experiment someday.
Identify as a food tray,
That'll drive them away.
Lets take a stance,
Give this world a chance.
Go out, Make a difference.
We dance around identity.
While they rob our connectivity,
Confusing who we truly see.
Not The ONE we're here to be,
Staring back through you and me.
Through love unconditionally,
We will finally see,
The greatness in Humanity.
Escape your captivity,
Of how people think of thee,
We are all here collectively.
FEAR and HATE being thrown in our face,
Over running our LOVE and GRACE.
We're all stuck in this Rat Race,
A slave to its pace.
Unaware, The treasure that awaits,
When we can drop the labels,
And live together as a RACE.
Let's take a month of awareness,
and put it in it's place.
It's a disgrace,
Throwing sexuality in our face.
Sincerely,
The ENE$RGY, running through you and me.
Back when I was twelve, my dad built me a dabchick
I had great fun learning how to sail it getting many dunking's
Us kids used to sail around the harbour and race to the spit.
One day after racing back and forth several times,
the wind started to pick up and the others headed ashore.
But I carried on, this was way too fun as I sped about.
The squall grew stronger and I turned turtle several times
up righting my boat I foolishly carried on until as I up ended her
I was hit on the head, dazed I sat on the up turned hull.
Unable in the squall's strength to get her up right
I clung to the centre board and watched the harbour wall get closer
too dazed to realise the danger I was in I just sat there waiting.
Lucky for me the yacht club notified the life boat and it came out,
rescued in the nick of time they took me aboard and dried me off.
They towed my dabchick still turned turtle back to the yacht club.
My parents Dad especially were furious and I was grounded for
the rest of the summer while dad repaired my dabchick.
My humiliation was complete when the local paper covered my rescue.
I learnt that day to respect the sea and treat it with caution.
My story could have ended so differently. Yet I remained a dare devil
and went through two very bad car clashes with barely a scratch.
Now at last much wiser I take things much more steadily
and rarely take such risks after all I am not invincible.
Just someone who pushed her luck right to the edge.
written 11/02/2014
contest: Near Death or Near Life Experience
She walks around wearing the biggest smile
But those who really kno her see right thru her disguise
Knowing its only there to hide the pain and the tears that fill her eyes
The emotions that only come out in the dead of night
She spends all day trying to fight
But alone at night she knows what lonely feels like
And everything she hides inside finds its way out
Everyone she’s ever loved, those who’ve let her down
Those are the things she finds herself thinking about
All the words she didn’t have the courage to say
Again and again in her head they replay
The ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could’ve been’
If she’d only done things a little differently
A tear falls as the start to another sad song begins
Another blank sheet of paper and another pen
Writing has become her secret escape
That being said another poem comes to an end
But soon very soon
She’ll find herself here again
To tell of another tale
Or in this case…
Another story of what seems to be
Just another ordinary day
In this storybook starring me!!!!
The air has a burnt flavor
tonight – I guess, that’s the
taste of grief; we all breathe
it in and blow it out differently;
life never, for any of us
an endless road
lined with row
after row of blossoms
brimming over
with luscious
sunlight….
sort of like, “Starry Night” –
one can focus on a warmth
of gleams or step off into the
swirls of darkness between –
a cold slush of ears, and a slip into
deeper
madness…
or one can try and just focus
on the great love we shared –
our favorite press of beach
and how our rubbed bodies
proudly wore their
satisfying chaffing –
joyful seasons together
came and went without
interruption, till one day
ended with an
abrupt sharpness – there is
only a jagged edge left,
now and then
briefly soothed
with a splash of
fond memory….