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Swirling about are the loved ones
And the guy next in line
And your tiny congregation
Of friends.
That one face you put on
It may have different expressions,
But just one face.
The you that puts it on
Is so different.
It's the scared child
Hiding behind the recliner
When your ears bleed
And your dad screams drunkenness.
The you that puts on that one face
Is the teenager who takes that first hit of pot
Because your friend Jeff said so.
The you that scrapes up the courage
To put on that face is the beer dude
At the sports bar, farting and belching just to be heard.
Keeping your masterbatory fantasies to yourself.
And as your skin becomes drier
The you that frames that face for everyone,
Is the young groom, walking down the aisle to a mistake
That only you can't see.
The ever widening man boy who gave some sperm
In exchange for a child you could never live as much
As they need to be loved.
And you see that face with bags of baggage under those eyes
Look back at you in the mirror every morning and you stare
And wait for the visage to change, but it won't.
It can't.
That face that laugh's on time for your worst best friend's joke
Is in front of the brain that is addicted to suffering and pain.
It's fond of taking the good and crumpling it up until
It is bad, over and over again.
So it is for that face and that brain and that ever self
Torturing soul, that we say death is not for the gloomy rain,
But to wash away our sin of trying to be just a bit happy.
It happens to have dark parts to light
With its understanding sparkling so bright
Amidst other attracting convictions
That seem so true nonfictions
To be nailed in stark crucifixions
Sections in section of different segments designing discourses of reasonable patterns
Have to consider the utility of a take for better usage
Running around the inner open space to enslave the heart
And enrich its promotion after preference must have taken over others
Many things may nag the navigational key of your concerns
And place you hanging between confusions of choice with less coverage-
A very tight view in logical reasoning for been smart
Presents cute challenges accepted every second projecting mindset outcome
Upon this marsh these reeds this fen
A couple, birds mating pelican
The scene the complementing is so clear
Like a hunter my stare does leer
The male flaps wings to protect his mate
With reverence I take off in haste
If the girl who drew could have known
The boy to which her love was shown
Wants just to love her as that pelican
He counts the days asking only when
Cuddles close
Thin kisses
Soft caress
She’s my love
My lover
Of her love I boast
She’s the most
Most
Most
I could have ever hoped
To find
She makes me smile all over
Because she fell in love with me
Showing me a woman
Any man could love forever
It's not at all easy to come to term
with this 'new' old version of me.
I'm dealing with a sadly sagging anatomy
where what-used-to-be is now not-quite-so-firm.
I'm dumbstruck by the person in the mirror.
I have to have 'the' chat again and again
to scatter the chatter from my brain
and help me focus to see things clearer.
At least I'm thankful for what still works
and try to make the best of what I've got,
like that new dress that I just bought.
Still I turn rare compliments into rambling smirks.
So for my bouts of vanity I hope some day I'll be forgiven.
I won't complain about my little aches and pains
and rather hope to do some good with whatever life remains.
There's so much we can do to make the most of time we're given.
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026
It began when I was a young girl, oh I did not scavenge,
in the mud or float in the river but I was known to collect;
rocks and shells by the shores of lakes and rivers, and ocean,
but, one of my favorite things to do was to go on a scavenge,
hunt in the woods, I was like any good Mudlark seeking a treasure;
I called this an adventure. "Where are you going?" mother asked,
"on an adventure !" Was my reply . . .
Now, I am grown but I am still gathering things, I love to skulk,
and prowl second hand book stores and all the junk stores;
and I am not opposed to getting on my hands and knees to explore,
a hidden tattered box, and finding a treasure within making my day;
and once I bring these things home- like an old book, vintage jewelry,
or dish of some sort that becomes my treasured possession . . .
My motto is "just because something is old it still has value"
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April 5, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/Scavenging for Treasure
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1241-647-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
September 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Zechariah 9-14
Key Verse – Zechariah 9:15 The LORD of hosts shall defend them…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEFENDING ME
Thank You for defending me against persecution
With Your assurance of salvation
That’s secured by Your protection
Making me strong midst sinfulness’ affliction.
Thank You for defending me against sorrow
With Your cheerfulness’ glow
That’s available with Your joy so thorough
Making me glad midst uncertainty of tomorrow.
Thank You for defending me against reproaches
With Your truth of devotion-searches
That’s ready every time Your Word preaches
Making me repentant midst correction as Your reproof teaches.
Thank You for defending me against hypocrisy
With Your standard of service-fervency
That’s achievable by Your mercy
Making me purposeful midst worldliness’ complacency.
Thank You for defending me against barrenness
With Your work of fruitfulness
That’s productive by Your faithfulness
Making me diligent midst slothfulness’ destructiveness.
Thank You for defending me against discouragement
With Your exhortation of contentment-fulfillment
That’s excellent by Your commitment
Making me dedicated midst backsliding’s enticement.
Thank You for defending me against unbelief
With Your wisdom of guidance giving ignorance-relief
That’s perfect by Your knowledge as Sovereign Chief
Making me settled midst doubtfulness’ grief.
September 6, 2022
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2024
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every single breath
I wish you a Good Life
I wish you all the Best
I hope you see the Beauty of your Soul
I wish you Health and Happiness
I hope you find your special Purpose
I wish you well with your Life's Legacy
I hope you know your eternal Magic
I wish you Comfort and Serendipity
I wish you Times of Wonder
I wish you Joy and Peace
I wish you Love and Light
I wish you the bestest Dreams
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every Life and Death
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Diverse masks I face on each day in hell,
locked within this bone-borne scaffolding;
where once two full lips had screamed farewell,
now, sound's denied without the balm of rocking.
I'm beset, no way to run from the gore,
malformed with want, no orifice to moan;
had I culled another form to explore;
I'd not be trussed within these links of bone.
Suits of skin of white, black, and yellow, worn
were thought the rage in life, and yet abhorred,
each sack the other envied and so; they warred.
Too late now for these bones to implore
sanity and peace. But next time, I'll be
I think, a well-loved cat, freed from greed.
Dante's Inferno
“THROUGH me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of Power divine,
Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
Radiantly rewarding, yet difficult to do...
Expressed emotions excessively and exceedingly so
Pouring forth your heart to God and His merciful forgiveness sets us free
Exquisite prayers of humility
Nothing like changing my life around 360
Tranquility-bound
Angst and regret drains out and allowing in hope
Nostalgic memories of past events - both pros and cons of plenty
Collecting the cure of godliness
Extremely was engulfed in evanescent pastures...it’s only temporary - now, engulfed in efflorescent rainbows of cheer
fervent faithfulness fires up my brain...my mind...my love for You and You alone I cradle in my cranium
oh, God! How I love You and Christ...I’m so sorry for subbing and I apologize for my wicked human nature - righteous me up
roam with me to the narrow pathway...rove with me in pastures of purity and maturity - make me as pure as olive oil upon my pigmentation skin
the end of me will still be the beginning of You...I trust You wholeheartedly - this, I say is oh so true
hope you will lift up the veil of my mind and heart and reveal to me Your utmost knowledge and uplift me with wisdom and understanding altogether
extra anxious for what lies ahead of my repentance as a whole...honestly...
Soon enough, my spirit will lift up the veil of vitality and vibrancy...vivacious wittiness has brought me ascending above the universe - up above heaven...Your hopes and Your Word of Love gives me strength to do happiness in the long run and do it with all my and Your might
And yesterday, I was a fool in Your eyes I bet - Wise in my own eyes, no lies
Knock at His door and He will answer kindly and feel free to pour your heart out to Him
Ending my prayer with In Jesus’s Name, Amen
obedience always counts for us, not against us
flourish in gratefulness and live a life of give...let go and let live
Lament turns to joy
over and over and over again
vitality is God’s reality -
enveloped in blankets of His Love!
No matter how pervasive hate appears to be across the globe today…
even as it threatens to tear our world apart…
I shall do my best not to let it tarnish my soul…
or blacken the walls of my heart.
I don’t believe it’s possible for love and hate
to occupy the same time and space in the world I’m trying to create.
So I shall look for love wherever I can…
Yes, it is love I choose to celebrate.
I will look for people holding hands
for anyone comforting another who cries….
I will look at two people embracing…and find the love behind their eyes.
I’ll watch people dancing and singing together
I’ll watch friends or lovers kiss
I’ll look for two old friends coming together and listen as they reminisce.
I’ll find someone helping a stranger
see on a face how candies or flowers impress
I’ll watch a silent exchange of tenderness…a gentle touch…a sweet caress.
I’ll watch a husband gently place his ear on his wife’s stomach
and suddenly become aware
he’s going to be a father…that there’s a life taking shape in there.
I will find couples watching a sunrise
eating a romantic dinner for two…
people hugging…watching a sunset…I’ll listen for the words ‘I Love You’
When it think of all the people who hate…it’s Joni’s words and Judy’s voice I shall recall…which leads me to wonder if, in their hearts, the haters really know love at all.
Because when you seek out moments of love…you quickly become aware
you don’t have to search very far…for love is everywhere.
And the more love occupies the space in every moment we create
If my hypothesis is correct…the less time we have to hate.