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Happy Birthday to Lauryn
My October's blessings
By Michelle Morris
30/10/2023
You are October's blessings
You are the brightest and the best
You're the spring blossoms in South Africa
You're the autumnal earthiness and rest
You remind me of the jacaranda blooms
So beautiful and oh, so sublime
You are, of course, my Monday's child
Fair of face and a smile so shy
When I see the gold and fire
Of the Northern Hemisphere's leaves
I see you floating gently
In mind's eye, ballet memories
As a child, you were Princess Chocolate Locks
But now you are a Queen
You are surrounded by Love and Light
And the Universe's guiding beings
When I think of oceans and fun
Of artworks and creative hours
So many strands of joy
Were woven into our souls' powers
Writing books and creating illustrations
Magical unicorns and castles and faeries
Together we went on special adventures
And filled the world with fun and daring
When I think of all our memories
Whether beautiful or heartbreaking
I know we've both been forged
By God's Holy fire and grace
We are women, strong and free
We are resilient, you and me
Soul ties and Heaven's Angels
Create a magical space to be
When I see the moon and sun
I am reminded of hope and faith
Life has a way of taking us
On the best journeys we can make
You are my October's blessings
You are my favourite thing
With you, every day is a gift
Angels in Heaven cheer and sing
© Michelle Morris, 2023
She calls me stranger By: Steven Hudson
I’ve watched you grow from a distance,
But only through second hand pictures and story lines,
Watched you grow from a baby girl, to little girl, and promising young lady
Silently, keeping quiet because that’s the promise I made
I know you, but you don’t know me, precious one,
For my life was a whirlwind of trouble then,
And I wished to spare you from the same,
If I passed you by, you wouldn’t even know my name
To you I’m just a stranger, a passerby, a no one,
But for me you are my little girl.
My blood courses through your veins,
And now I must confess, I do it now sadly,
That you have had to call another not me, your daddy.
I’ve often wondered if there would be a connection if you saw me today,
Even though you don’t know who I am,
Would I give it away, the way I gave you away, would my eyes betray the truth?
I really don’t know.
It has been heartbreaking at times my dear,
And I would spare you from the same,
So it was I who would forgo the introduction, and allow you to take another man’s name
And a stranger I must remain
Was it right? Was it wrong?
In my mind it has been so long now
But still I wonder sometimes,
If you were scared, did you have a hand to hold?
If you were uncertain, did you have someone to reassure you?
If you’re hurt, who was there to comfort you?
Questions heaped upon mountains of regret.
But find you, find you someday I will, my dear
And begin to build a foundation that will last,
In hopes of, She calls me stranger, a thing of the past
If you miss someone this Christmas,
If they’ve left this world and you…
With a heartbreaking grief, so dismal,
It feels like a nightmare has come true….
If you miss their heart, their soul,
The music they played with their smiles,
Remember, heaven has an open door,
And, they can look down on your trials.
If you miss their kindness, their thoughts,
The feelings their love brought out,
the wonder of love that can stir dreams,
the beautiful of a heart – what life’s about!
If you miss the twinkle glistening in their eyes,
The blessings they brought to Christmas time,
The joy and peace that stirred so much delight,
Losing them! It can feel like the worst crime!
If you miss someone special this Christmas,
If they’ve gone on to be with Jesus above…
Don’t hold onto the sorrow and pain,
Remember their greatest gift to you, their love!
Love this amazing – it can only come
To those who believe, those who agree…
Without a doubt, they were sent to bring,
A part of Christmas – and, not just a tree!
If you miss them at Christmas, remember…
The gift that is missing certainly isn’t just stuff!
It’s the gift of Jesus’ love they presented…
With a heart full of love, blessings beyond enough!
IV.
The tears on his brother’s face were heartbreaking,
and many watching wished it all would stop,
but Paul simply walked over towards the noose,
the whole crowd gasped as the little door dropped.
The final words must’ve had some effect,
since Harmon seemed to quickly changed his ways,
in fact, he only would drink once a year,
on the anniversary of that dark day.
He would work the ranch from morning to night,
he quit the whoring, and stopped playing cards.
Within a few months he married Ella,
did everything to make her life not hard.
All did remark on the breadth of this change,
even the preacher spoke of it in meeting,
Harmon himself heard that very sermon
since he and Ella were always attending.
And though folks were happy he’d found his path,
they rarely saw true smiles on his face,
most figured it was because of poor Paul,
a pain like that just cannot be erased.
When another year passed, a child arrived,
folks figured he’d settled to family,
that he wouldn’t go back to wild ways
now that he had a son to make him happy.
They named the boy ‘Harmon,’ after his pa,
which everybody though was delightful.
Only the couple, and their descendants know,
that, in truth, he was named for his hanged uncle.
I can't imagine the mind numbing, perpetual chronic migraine pain, in your mind and heart. Dwelling there and never going away. Of your horrific loss.
The heartbreaking ordeal of fighting a storm, on a boat, for a better life, for your children and wife, escaping the onslaught of terror in your country.Of trying to save your son's Aylan and Galip and wife Rehen. As they were pulled from your arms, in a raging storm at night. Succumbing to letting go of their little hands, not by choice, and knowing when letting go, your life would die also. The overwhelming guilt you are feeling, and the forgiveness of yourself, you will never accept. The sounds of your children and wife, crying for their protector, to save them and not being able to. Creating relentless remorse in you. Then the painful pictures of Aylan and Galip to always remind you of your agonizing loss.
" I don't want anything else from this world." " Everything is gone." " I want to bury my children and sit beside them until I die." Abdullah Kurdi The children's father.
This writing was inspired by Demetrios Trifiatis poem Shame of Humanity. A touching truth Demetrios has written. I encourage my fellow poets to read.
My prayers go out to Abdulla, his wife Rehen, Aylan, and Galip.
Also there are charities for these suffering people. You can find them on line.
9/4/2015 Michael Tor.
I have spent wasted time on feelings
ignored the warning of useless healings.
I was left in need
With a lifetime of misery to read.
I am not afraid
I will call for help.
Someone out there will say I love you
Someone will be true.
For a while, it will be heartbreaking
Until the ache begins fading
With toil and patient endurance
The quiet heart leads to peace.
You will find a new awakening
Like hearing back your voice speaking.
Time become my comfort
Every breath expels the dread of death,
I am not afraid of being broken
Hope reaches into dreams spoken,
It will be a new challenge opening.
Towards new life for healing.
I am not afraid anymore
I am a versatile striving conquer.
honoring love and more
Crossing deserted shores to explore.
Night comes upon me, as daylight slips away
I try to distance myself, from things I heard today
Heartbreaking stories that linger stagnant in my mind
Do take some effort to re-gain the moment, and not fall behind
Time still moves forward, day after day
Even with all the changes, life has a way
Of giving the same choice of opportunity to take
And pursue what it is you may want to make
In fact, now is most important with limits unknown
Now, every sunny day is brighter in dark aura that is shown
I look forward to spring, with new flowers to see
I look forward to the new scents that will reach me
I look forward to soft breeze that comes with perfect air
And the hummingbirds returning, buzzing everywhere
Just around the corner, new things will burst into sight
Emerging to enjoy every day to every night
Heidi Sands
4/1/20
Smear me with your temporary love…
My bleeding love is as crimson as red lipstick
Rose pedals collapse as I see an angelic dove…soaring above…
Heartbreaking tragedy tears us apart again – you’re just another brick
You’re just another brick in the wall
We lose ourselves as you and I freefall
Answer my call, oh Lord –
Answer my desperate call for our sake; we can’t afford
Having another heartbreaking tragedy…
I was her Shakespeare, writing lines with my passionate might – I never thought over
love could end so soon…at least we’re both free
Free from our cells of our personal lives…
Flee from the anxiety and agony, we’re breaking out with sickness and the bees are
attacking us and eating away at us – stinging us in the process, making our infections
worse – as if we’re their hives!
Be with me and let’s go with the flow
Stay with me and let’s go with the flow
You’re my fantasy and I can’t let you know…
Nor can I let you go…I can’t let you go, but I must though
What’s the matter? I ask you, trying to ease your tension
Do you hate the way I ask you that question?
I tried to show my affection towards you, but in return, you make me go through a cycle
of rejection
Weakening me…scarring me for life –
Who can heal this infection?
Can you show me direction?
You were the one causing all of the strife!
You made me nothing compared to how you treat your friends
While your hearts mends, my heart, with guilt injected in it, bends
I float like a feather…
You don’t make this heartache feel better!
I would rather…I would rather
Have you in my life again – you’re like no other
I’m getting outtah control
My heart’s racing full throttle
Let go of me…stop embracing me…let go of my heartbroken soul
Farewell…let go of me right this instant!
I’m weeping aloud like a discontented infant!
Rejection hurts to the core
I woke up this morning,
Believe me, I was ready to play.
For those of you
Who are unaware
Today's a gargantuan day.
Electrifying excitement
Alive and in the air.
There's nothing else quite like it
For anyone to compare.
Pine tar, rosin fragrance
And that of fresh cut grass.
The end of the baseball season
Has now come to pass.
Magnificent sound when a baseball
Contact’s a baseball bat.
Completing a walk-off homer
With a doffing of the cap.
The AL meets the NL
In world serious matter.
The loser goes home all alone
Disgraced and completely shattered.
Don't think for a moment
It was all fun and games.
It was a tough and very long season.
Even heartbreaking pain.
There was plenty of travel
Cold and heat.
Upset victories and
Humiliating defeat.
Baserunning blunders
Pitches gone wild.
Tears of joy
While others cried like a child.
Playing for a championship
Is tougher than seems.
Now it has come this
Living a baseball dream.
There were 30 teams that started
Now there are only 2 teams left.
Now we're going to crown the one
Who proves to be the best.
God bless America
Home of the brave and free.
Many gave up everything
For this game..you..and me.
Stand up and remember
Those who have departed.
It's the best of seven series
So let's get this party started.
Let's play ball!
It sucks.
It's absolutely heartbreaking.
Constantly wishing for something
that you can never have.
Forever hoping
that you can reach it.
Forever believing
it may happen.
It doesn't though.
No matter how much you wish,
hope,
believe.
It will never happen.
My case is with someone.
Someone who once loved me,
now that love has faded away.
Not on my side though.
My love for them has never faltered,
not even for a second.
My desire for their love,
never-ending.
My longing to be in their arms,
never fading.
My craving for their kiss,
never vanishing.
I wish I could have them again.
I wish I could hear their "I love you" again.
But I never will.
I love them, but they no longer love me.