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Afloat I am,
The blind horizon spreads to no end.
O river of rivers,
The queen river,
Flow as you wish,
Gather silt forever
That on your shores
Men may harrow, then sow
The seeds of happiness
And sorrow to grow.
Afloat I am,
The blind horizon spreads to no end.
Hilsa leaps at the moon,
How wondrously they blend!
Hilsa leaps at the moon,
How wondrously they blend!
O river of rivers,
The starry river,
Your blinking waves drum
Of Behula's shiver.
I too am lost,
The tattered merchant fool,
My peacock barge rides
Fate's whirlpool.
Hilsa leaps at the moon,
How wondrously they blend!
When the whistling wind wakes
All courage is pretend.
When the whistling wind wakes
All courage is pretend,
O river of rivers,
The wise river.
Who would speak for us?
If not you, may be never.
Yet the mountains rise
From the hearths' ash,
You are silent, while
The history is brash.
When the whistling wind wakes
All courage is pretend.
Heaven's horn blares slender silver
For whom to comprehend?
Heaven's horn blares slender silver
For whom to comprehend?
O river of rivers,
The hungry river,
The consort of Ruin.
An arrow in Falguni's quiver.
The infinite wasteland beckons
Hold onto heart's dream,
One more sun above
Anguish and scream.
Heaven's horn blares slender silver
For whom to comprehend?
Afloat I am,
The blind horizon spreads to no end.
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Form: Bhatiali
Date: 19 / 11 / 2016
Bhatiali is a form of folk music native to Bangladesh and Bengal. There is no place for Taal (a term used in Indian classical music for the rhythmic pattern) in pure bhatiali. Even rhyme is not that important. Generally, these songs are sung by the cattle herders on the fields or the fisherfolks living off a river. Among the several subjects of folk music in all of Bengal, that includes Deha-tatva (about the body) and Murshid-tatva (about the guru), Bhatiali deals with Prakriti-tatva (about nature). Probably the most renowned poet of this form is Jasimuddin. Some of Rabindranath Tagore's songs can also be categorised as typical bhatiali.
Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
1/28/15
What is the golden rule?
Don't let the money grab control and hold of you
Unless you think being full of yourself and having a heart of coal is cool
After a goal or two
You now think your too cold to fool
When you roll through in an old school
But the galaxy's inhabitants souls grew
After taking in the whole view
What was originally told true
Turned out to be another trick for a stolen jewel
It's easy to anger and speak before thinking when you have input
But use your brain and think about all the sacrifice your ancestors and kin took
During an ice age as branches moving in the wind shook
Why is it such a big deal to focus on appearances and how another's skin looks?
You decide what to believe in books
By: Dalton Ogletree
Unable to speak
A’ grip, my heart,
it feels the weakness
that comes of worried dreams
Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul
Alone, is this how it shall be?
Watching the shadows play
in reverse of what is felt?
Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,
hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,
yet merely a dream?
Sitting here I wonder,
these clouds of grey overhead,
do they speak my name in full syllables
or will the sun find me, waiting,
wishing that I could say?
Words, drew me to you, but they fear release from my tongue
If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,
sturdy as it may be,
would that brand me a fool?
If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?
Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires
You have taken my voice
It rests within your hands, for it is yours
My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…
I sit within this silence,
unable to speak
what kind of a fool
do you think i am
even though even
i am at court and
court my queen
phrenology by gosh
by golly since when
hitting my head at
age ten on a log
would logically
assume my future
through a feature
placed on my body
after birth so what
of my hand
i would gladly take
yours if you're giving
but these lines liken
towards words that
say and speak
of marks made before
you were born so they
must be some sort
of map but not
exactly and
hard to read signs
pointing to turn
left or turn right
making no
decisions
so i prefer
the toes to
tell what's
told and i
also
love
to suck
and lick
them as un
meltable fine
desserts
Form:
I expected more
Tolerance
Understanding
Support
I expected more
Yes, I’m an idealist
I have a better name….
A fool
A child
Thinking that trust still means something
That people won’t turn into cannibals
Eating each other whole
Biting away pieces of reputation
With our razor sharp teeth of
Innuendos
Slander
Gossip
G O S S I P
Without finding out the truth
Hurling words that stab and tear
Flaying souls bare
How do you dare???
How do you dare!!!
I expected more
From you
From him
From her
From them
From us
Cannibalism…what a shame!
Who would engage in that???
And yet
Here we sit at the feast
We sit with blood running down our mouths
Hunched over the carcass of someone’s
Murdered honor
Devouring
Thanking the powers that be…
“Thank God isn't me!”
Gossip = “Social Cannibalism”
Sanctuary not found
“I demand sanctuary!”
I expected more
"Great Expectations"
Dashed to the floor
A fool
A child
“Little one,
“Expect nothing
And you will never get disappointed.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...this place needs to be a safe place, a haven....a sanctuary for people who share the same love to FINALLY be appreciated for their work and their dreams...goals and aspirations. WE ALL need to think before we "speak" about others and surmise
this or that. We are just going to lose more people from this place if something isn't done about that o'l grapevine... :(
“Wherever two or three are gathered”…or so the verse goes…Here seems to be my take of late...
“Wherever two or three are gathered
Most surely NOT in HIS name
Gossip is the order of day
The hottest PS Game!”
A game in which there are NO winners...only Losers. Think about it...Please...
Also..please...NO COMMENTS on the inspiration behind this...Just some food for thought..for ALL of us.
I love this video between Drew and Zayn. A beautiful moment between them. (The Drew Barrymore Show)
For Drew... Hugs and best wishes.
Grace
By Michelle Morris
23/04/2026
You don't need that tattoo
To remind you to do it
You don't need another fool
To convince you to dim yourself
But if you feel it's helpful
Get a tattoo, get two
Write post notes everywhere
As a reminder to love you!
Give yourself Grace
Let it be, let it be felt
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Let it be, let it be felt
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
So often it seems to be
That they want you in a box
They make it smaller and smaller
Until your essence is completely lost
So often it seems to me
That they're afraid of our power
They cringe when we keep shining
Our light blows their darkness each time
Give yourself Grace
Let it be, let it be felt
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Let it be, let it be felt
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Don't give up on yourself
Don't give up on your path
Keep going until you win
Keep going and wear your crown
Throughout your life you'll find
That your vibration echoes in many hearts
You are the difference this world needs
You are the love and hope and spark
Throughout your journey know your worth
Never let them take you down, never let them win
Keep shining like a lighthouse
Guide them home to Heaven's bliss
Give yourself Grace
Let it be, let it be felt
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
Let it be, let it be felt
Give yourself Grace
Give yourself Grace
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Words can mend or break a heart
They do hurt and tear us all apart
I am sick of mean and rude people
They don't seem to care...cruel fool…
Words can mend or break a heart
They injure the soul from the start
I am so tired of society's labels and hateful speech they say
They don't seem to mind my ocean of tears all night and day
Words can mend or offend the sensitive mind
They can be a cure or be a disease of any kind
I am so scared and shake with frustration, you see?
Swallow your sick pride and offensive words of vanity
Words -- I wish they weren't so
Sometimes, I wish I can disappear
Words -- I often sink in woe
Sometimes, I pray to have no fear
Words traumatize my head
Your words glorify my dread
Words hurts me so as a whole
Words sink deep and takes its toll
Your words can make me happy and cheery too
But, your words make me feel crappier than rue
I won't let your words ruin my night tonight
I won't let your words ruin my day tomorrow
I won't let your words run me over with sorrow
I won't pick a fight with you with all my might
But, words like yours hurt tremendously and I don't know exactly why
Your words make me want to die, yet I'm alive and strong...yeah, I try
PHYSICIAN WILLIAM HARVEY CLAIMED THAT THE HEART IS A MUSCLE PUMPING BLOOD TO THE ORGANS OF THE BODY, ALSO HE DISCOVERED THAT THE VEINS FLOWED TOWARDS THE HEART.
AS A YOUNG PERSON WHEN EVER I READ THE BIBLE, THE HEART PLAYED A MAJOR PART.
ABOVE ALL ELSE GUARD YOUR HEART, FOR EVERYTHING FLOWS FROM IT
PROVERBS 4:23
THAT ALWAYS LEFT ME WONDERING , BECAUSE THE HEART WAS EVERYTHING, LOVE, KINDNESS, EMPATHY, GRATITUDE, COMPASSION, LOVE FOR ALL HUMANITY, PEACE. "THE HEART DOES SO MUCH"
IN 1991 DOCTOR J ANDREW ARMOUR, COIN THE TERM THAT THE HEART HAS A BRAIN.
I HAVE READ SOME OF HIS WORK, AND MY WONDERING HAS FOUND A PLACE WHERE SCIENCE HAS PROVEN WHAT HAS BEEN SAID IN THE BIBLE ABOUT THE HEART.
THE LORD DOES NOT LOOK AT THE THINGS PEOPLE LOOK AT,PEOPLE LOOK AT THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE, BUT THE LORD LOOKS AT THE HEART.
1 SAMUEL 16:7
I USE TO SAY THAT THE BIBLE HAS BEEN SLICED AND DICED SO MANY TIMES DID IT MAKE SENSE TO READ IT, BUT MY GOOD FRIEND, THE LATE
HIS EMINENCE ABUNA YESEHAQ MANDEFRO, THE ARCHBISHOP OF THE ETHIOPIAN ORTHODOX TEWAHEDO CHURCH, ENCOURAGE ME TO CONTINUE TO READ THE BIBLE, BECAUSE THE TRUTH ALWAYS COMES TO LIGHT, THE MORE YOU TRY TO SUPPRESS IT, THE MORE IT BUBBLES TO THE TOP.
"HE WAS SO RIGHT"
A WISE HEART ACCEPTS COMMANDS, BUT A CHATTERING FOOL COMES TO RUIN.
PROVERBS 10:8
I HAVE BEEN VERY FASCINATED BY STUDIES OF THE HEART, HERE IS WHAT SOME DOCTORS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE HEART.
THE HEART IS A CENTER OF HIGHER WISDOM.
THE HEART STRUCTURE IS SIMILAR TO THAT OF THE BRAIN, IT HAS A NETWORK OF NEURONS,NEURITRANSMITTERS, PROTEINS AND SUPPORTS THE CELLS.
THE HEART CONTAINS, NEURONS AND GANGLIA, THE SAME FUNCTIONS AS THE BRAIN.
THE HEART SENDS MORE INFORMATION TO THE BRAIN, THAN THE BRAIN DOES TO THE HEART.
A CHEERFUL HEART IS GOOD MEDICINE, BUT A CRUSHED SPIRIT DRIES UP THE BONES.
PROVERBS 17:22
EVERY NATION FOR GENERATIONS, FROM THE DEEPEST JUNGLES TO THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINS, THEIR ANCESTORS HAVE TOLD THE SAME STORY ABOUT LIFE AND BEING ONE WITH THE CREATOR AND MOTHER EARTH, JUST READ YOUR BIBLE, OR ANY BOOK ON ENLIGHTENMENT, AS WE CONTINUE OUR LIFE'S JOURNEY.
YOU WILL SEEK ME AND FINE ME, WHEN YOU SEEK ME WITH ALL YOUR HEART.
JEREMIAH 29:13
THE HEART TRANSCENDS ALL THINGS
Your smile is just enough to tempt me
Your eyes are just enough to bewitch me
Your sweet kiss just enough for me to linger
Your love just enough for my heart's surrender
Yes, you got me wrapped around your finger
And you love me just enough to keep me happy
Am I just a puppet on a string
Just another plaything
Or do you love me for real
You confuse me just enough I can't tell
But whenever I am with you
There is nothing else I'ld rather do
Then be just enough of a fool to love you
Your smile is just enough to tempt me
Your eyes are just enough to bewitch me
Your sweet kiss just enough for me to linger
Your love just enough for my heart's surrender...