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We choose every day

"We choose every day who we want to be." ~ Callum Drift from the new Xmas movie "Red One". Callum is portrayed by the awesome Dwayne Johnson. A fun, family movie with a wonderful message. 

Xmas is special. Magic is everywhere and anything is possible. I truly believe that! 

We choose every day 
By Michelle Morris 
13/12/2024

We choose every day 
Who we want to be
Naughty or nice
Good or Evil

To help or hinder
To create or destroy 
We all have a Purpose
A Gift for the World

May they be beautiful 
Those Gifts we share
May our Choices bring Light
More Love, Hope and Care

For we are all Connected 
In our Journey and our Souls
We are here to make a difference 
Help Humanity Heal and become Whole

But those Choices we make
Each and every day 
They will define us and our Lives 
Our Work and our Play 

Let's choose Love, Light and Grace 
And ignite the Magic that exists
Let's become our Best Selves 
A blessing in this Universe 

Anything is possible 
And that Magic is everywhere 
Like our Starlight and Stardust 
Our Souls are infinitely dear

© Michelle Morris, 2024
Form: Rhyme


Victims

Objects of pleasure they see us as
Attacking us from every angle and any corner
With our tiny voices we scream
Scream till we have no breath to scream again
With their Dwayne Johnson's muscles they suppress us
Forcefully penetrating with their carrots
Taking away our long preserved dignity 
For the one we await in emotional unity

We are the victims of rape
Battered and shattered for the sake of pleasure
The pleasure we don't derive pleasure in but pain 
On us the put chip of shame
Shame that has led to the damnation of some of us
Putting us in eternal bondage of scary memories 
Making us everlasting victims of rape

But....

What sins have we committed?
Who have we offended?
Are we not humans just like every other human beings?
Are we no longer entitled to rights to free movement and choice of dressing?
Is it a sin to be beautiful and attractive?
Is it our fault that we have jaw dropping and eye catching endowments?
So why us???!!!


#Saynotorape
Form:

Bestfriend

should be sleepin it's 3 in the morning
Don't get mad that I'm up I have my reasons 
Quitin on life not wanting to roll the dice 
Dang guess that not a choice I've seen your face 
Was on thin ice thinkin it be better if I die
But now your in my life I don't wanna die
Your smile makes me high
Thanks for making my life bright 
Flyin when we're signin
Your my partner in crime no lie
When I'm facing a tiger or lion 
your my Dwayne the rock johnson 
Maybe a young Mike Tyson
Though highs and lows
You must be a friendly ghost 
You notice when I'm down or something wrong
But you always manage to kill the frown
Thanks for being there
Always in my heart I'll hold you there
Ninja Turtle with you I see no fear
Know I love you my guy bestie 
I'll kill for u  if Necessary
Ninja Turtle thanks for being there and making me survive

Premium Member Evolution of Baby Names

in 1923 girl babies were named Nancy, Susan and Ann
boy babies were christened John, Michael, and Joe
then the flappers came along and changed everything
Now girls could be Lois, Louise, and Edna
Boys were approved for names like Samuel and Zeb

During the depression years babies were suffering
They were named for grandparents
Jim, Stuart, Johnathan, Eunice, Maude, Bessie

During the fifties, it was vogue to name your children with the same letter
A family could have Dirk, Deke, Deanna, Dillion and Dwayne
Maurice, Marlene, and Margo lived across the street.

In the sixties names were borrowed from Presidents
Back to the Johns and Samuels, I am not sure about girl names

Seventies arrived; now okay to name your children Freedom and Rainbow
After that, it has been everything and anything goes
Shanty, River, Drake, Tulip, Apple, Bedpan
Baby books cannot keep up with the flow

Premium Member A Male Pattern

Pattern baldness depends on genetics.
It’s a matter, for some, of aesthetics.
Since toupees replace hair,
it would seem to me fair
if we thought of toupees as prosthetics!

On the other hand, some men instead
will embrace fate, and not filled with dread,
they swallow their pride
and take things in stride
when they shave every hair off their head.

Some smart men have set high the bar.
Michael Jordan’s come very far.
Charisma we see
in men who can be
like a Dwayne “The Rock” superstar.

Being follicly challenged won’t do
if when called “Mr. Clean,” you feel blue.
If you hate when they call
you Kojak or Cue Ball,
then a hair transplant might be for you!
men
Form: Limerick


Idiotoms

Dont hatchet your chickens before they can count
Play bye
The rules definitively
crowded by the losses
slapped by the hand of me burd
please get me wrogn
i know your leg hurts but your uglliey ( insult to- you get it)
Bit the alien bull(PHONE HOME)
how could the devil turn up if you were speaking to him/her/it/?
Between dwayne johnson and stone plaice
Helped a fiddle that was having a fit
That stallion told me straight
your mime is good i guess
set fire to loyd and jeff
wind brought on the runs
made a killing
when i stoned two birds
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
trust me the next straw will be th

Idiotoms

Dont hatchet your chickens before they can count
Play bye
The rules definitively
crowded by the losses
slapped by the hand of me burd
please get me wrogn
i know your leg hurts but your uglliey ( insult to- you get it)
Bit the alien bull(PHONE HOME)
how could the devil turn up if you were speaking to him/her/it/?
Between dwayne johnson and stone plaice
Helped a fiddle that was having a fit
That stallion told me straight
your mime is good i guess
set fire to loyd and jeff
wind brought on the runs
made a killing
when i stoned two birds
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
trust me the next straw will be th

Camp E-How-Kee

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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Camp E-How-Kee
as a child
had it's dark side as well.

Paul Butler is doing life
for robbery
i know.
He was black and seemed
like a nice kid back then,
he was the token
in our small group of whites
with him it numbered ten.

Fat Jack..Jack Thomas
died
in Florida state prison.

George Walker abused by
his father,
Sexually, psychologically and
physically life a living hell.
kicked in the face by Chief Snell.
He may have weighted
seventy pounds soaking wet
five foot one perhaps.
While Chief Snell,
wearing size thirteen and standing
six foot eleven in bare socks.
Kicked him in his face one early morn.

George in and out prison as well
perhaps by now, 'maybe dead.
He had courage.

Robert Sykes, whom wet the bed
every night.
Lord only knows,
the demons and monsters,
inside of his head.
The abuse that he suffered at home
was his fault we all now know
but a child as well.

is he alive..Amen.

The boy with the epileptic seizures
so bad
I remember his name..
as Dwayne Robinson..he shook and he
screamed all night..
putting the pillow over his head.

While the counselor poured buckets
of cold water on him.
Screaming be quite.
where was 'God'..then..

Must I go on..yes I will.
All of us between eleven and twelve.
Maybe one was thirteen..
mighty frontiersman were we.

Angels, were we heavens know, 'no.
being allowed to use axes
and draw knives
we kept pocket knives to do our work.

And Wally Otting was like Frank...
Michael Berro...
none thinking back then were like I..
When it got to bad
I would take most away in the middle
of the night to escape..
what we thought we escaped when it was
we left our homes.

Most would not listen and then get caught
I always made it back home fifty miles
of eating berries or nothing at all..
just to be sent back again.

Delila after dark..this was then...
you were a tender Ronnie and
I was a boy of twelve..with no
moss or beard..
and my parts even then were coveted
by others as well..

This is my confession for them..
Donna Black...H.C.S.D.
Doing this to us was what..........and
where is Gary Anderson?

What could a child, 'i have done back then
but i tried, as
One group of five made up of tens.
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