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What would I do if there were only one of me
and not this raucous house on sky high stilts
shouting Fe Fi Fo Fum
rooster proud and peacock pitchy
like Baba Yaga, with her chicken legs
but many more mice,
and they are all writing this poem
from inside a giants eye?
What if this was my last brew, last blow,
last blathering?
What if this was my last poem,
unfinished, tragically abandoned
because of some unforeseen poxy palsy
that splits my cranium open
letting all the air out?
Would I be content, or bent backwards forever?
No not content, not content at all, no indeed not.
What good would high stilts do me then
and how many blind mice
must be beheaded in order to gag
a never ending last breath?
I think I smell some blood in a still chewing cud.
What if this were the only poem in the world
tattered, incomprehensible, and soiled as it is,
why then, I would be just one, only one,
and that would not do - not do at all
or perhaps…
Your crown
By Michelle Morris
06/08/2023
Your crown is your own
It belongs to no one else
Do not give it up to them
Those who would bring you down
Not all who claim to be your friend
Are indeed friends true and pure
Sometimes they're more interested
In getting information to use against you
It seems completely incomprehensible
That people behave in this way
But try to remember that sometimes
They're feeling weak and insecure in themselves
People who have limitations
Will see your crown as a threat
They look into the mirror
And don't see their own crowns reflected
We can do our very best
To be compassionate and kind
Supportive and encouraging
Patient, loving and inspiring
But everything we do counts for zero
For people who can't embrace the light
They will use your generous nature
And take advantage of your kindness
Help them adjust their crowns
Set an example of how to live
And maybe you'll spark the light
That will bloom within their souls
We can be light and love
We can be hope and faith
We can make this world a better place
If we can our highest state embrace
For your crown is your own
And their crown is their own
We are all powerful and mighty
We are kings and queens, yet lowly
Humility and service are our path
Being warriors of light and healing
Leaders in this turbulent world
Inspiring and uplifting humanity
© Michelle Morris, 2023
When I was born I forgot the plasma cradle,
forgot the in-keepers daughter
who had suckled lips with pints of brewed chyme,
forgot the liquid yoke of the now unknown.
When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
My father was faceless,
my mother the only tree in the forest.
Her warm lodging hands lifting to coddle
spills of milky thirsts into mew-shaped narrows.
When only a dim cask of sight
I began to wink the world into shapes
I buzzed and gurgled like bee in a drain.
I howled inside a germinal brain.
Skintight I bloomed around a query of flesh.
Early things showed up to crowd my eyes,
back-lit beings leaned over a bar of sound,
spoke in suds and froth.
Later --- who can tell
when ‘later’ becomes a thing?
I saw through a bat-winged door
daylight from night,
colors stampeded in to beg a drink.
Early things,
the green of leaf and lawn,
red and yellow plastic shakers
mouthed to sooth raw and runty wonders.
Incomprehensible snow on a wet nose.
Then that light-box of undeveloped things
fell apart only to come together.
I saw the faceless changing,
and where a garb of perception
fell to a fitting room floor
there I was
an early thing blinking and being.
Questions exist
with no answers
In my quest for origins and ends
I see others like me, sociable
open to beauty, struggling
to know divinity- Yet in
all my quiet contemplation
I cannot screen out war
or incomprehensible cruelty
The ranks in uniform, the tanks
the weapons of destruction
The history which never
wipes out thought of
new aggressions
Boundary fences, treeless camps
ugly emotions, shouting, fists
the build-up to destruction
The sudden hurt, the
grinding discomfort
The tears, the flowers,
the prayers with hope
and reverence
Our pity for the suffering
We blame God
not seeing his mercy
yet only he above all
sees everything
If I can say one thing in these words…
Love is going to overcome evil
It is just a matter of time
When the mountains shake
And the waters silently split
Let me tell you, love is going to conquer
Shining brighter than anything you have seen
- There will be rapture -
More than seeing every colorful rainbow
Every sparkling star in the sky combined
Every day and night that you face
Rising and setting with the sun
Evil will be defeated with triumph
Sins will fall away like feathers
Turned into the wings of angels
Lifting you, just when you may be on your knees
Feeling incomprehensible suffering
You will be saved by holding onto love
That started this creation to begin with
All at the tips of your fingers, your soul saved
Then you will feel the connection of oneness
- As we are all connected -
Different, but the same, together we live on
Heidi Sands
6/14/18
Eighty years ago, the horrors
Mesmerized the world
As Nazi flags came down
To never after be unfurled.
The captives held at Auschwitz,
Walking skeletons, at best,
Didn’t have to speak; their bodies
To their torture did attest.
It seemed incomprehensible,
But through the years I’ve learned
That people’s inhumanity
Has somehow since returned.
Or, being more realistic,
It has never gone away
Nor ever will, until the planet’s
Final dying day.
Today, though, let us recognize
And honor those who lost
Either families or lives
At much too monstrous a cost.
*Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day
Racism. Trying to prove ones skin tone or ethnicity is superior to another’s.
Why we let a such word control society is beyond the human brain.
Why it is unfathomable to process we are all made of the same thing; but different because of how we come? Incomprehensible.
Why most are unable to understand that being baked in a different bakery, at a different temperature, slower or faster, rising more quickly than others or not; is a perfect example of how close minded we have become. Do your conditions not make you not bread?
We are all made of the same things, carbon mostly. Along with Oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus.
Yet because the outer coating of someone’s body, that has nothing to do with what kind of person they are, they are targeted as a lesser class.
Elaborate why, when all the things, that all races have discovered,and accomplished are so completely amazing, we still discriminate?
Did you know the three light-stop-light was invented by an African American? Or that Thomas Edison collaborated with an African American scientist who created the most vital part of the light bulb?
Not only is the actual racism a problem, it’s the misleading term that gets most people.
You are not a racist if you dislike a person with the same skin color of your own; only if you dislike the whole population of people, because of their skin color.
We could move so much further towards making the world a happier place. We could bring together whole communities and end all slurs in one fell swoop. We need this change, for future generations. If only we could only see past what is another persons pigmentation.
We are a species of infinite curiosity, with the resources and assistance to satisfy it. We as a whole, every single color, race, ethnicity, religion, we have created so much beauty.
But we let skin color define us.
Man has mused over life’s origin for ages.
The thoughts and treatises of the sages,
filling tall tomes tallying thousands of pages,
tell of evolution in stages over millions of ages.
Life, some say was sparked by lightning arcs.
Amino acids were formed by the electric sparks.
These amino acids served as life’s building blocks
something like a mysterious genetic black box.
Or, maybe, the first molecules of life met on clay,
forming a pattern that looked like a lei.
Over time, they trapped other molecules like prey
and organized them in a complicated genetic way.
Some surmise that life began at deep-sea vents,
formed where the continental shelf rents,
allowing hot fluids from the earth’s core to escape
creating an environment where life can take shape.
Enough of the silly, spurious, scientific speculation.
Is it incomprehensible that life began with God’s creation?
Of all the speculations, it is the only logical explanation.
Our belief about life’s origin has profound implications.
The Bible in Genesis declares that God created life.
The crowning act of creation was Adam and his wife.
Whether fishes, birds, animals, bees, and trees,
the sacred book tells us God created all of these.
Because God created us in His image, we have intrinsic worth.
Apart from this reality, humans are no more than dirt.
If we were not created by God for a purpose,
then our life here on earth is an existential circus.
Off the train I hit the streets
and start laughing. This is ridiculous,
incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds
have individual inner lives. Why are they doing
what they’re doing? I have no answer
New York City but to also go about my business
in this case prepare for surgery, survival.
But why survive with so many exact replicas
to replace me? A swarm of ants or hive of bees,
social organisms they’re called, climbing
over each other, avoiding bumping and amazingly
making way, anticipating the sudden turns
and straight paths of others, strangers but brothers,
sisters incubating, the cells of a small
organ, nodes of a single semi-conscious organism.
The concept of a higher power that cares
for me is also risible yet how else
can I explain the surgeon and his team,
robots and magnetic resonance imaging machines,
all primed and trained to save my life.
They are not particularly interested in what
I do with my time. I am immediately
in love with the Irish brogue of the head nurse,
the Indian skin of the physician’s assistant.
The long extraordinarily thin
fingers of the famous surgeon. All
mine to savor (and the other cancer patients).
Despair, lose all hope
that’s what the sign says at the gates of hell
and at the Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center the sign says
Be kind to our customers who are waiting and suffering.
Yesterday’s suicidal thoughts: the mind
is a clever servant, insufferable master. Therefore,
meditate on this: absolute need, dependence on the Other.
I still like Hombre, The Shootist and Ulzana’s Raid
but realize those dead heroes
were subordinate to society: the gun manufacturers who armed them.
Thus, I go for cancer tests, accepting, not predicting results.
Hero accepting help.
A torrential rain following five days of flooding,
tornadoes out west busting up wooden towns
all because too many of us are hoarding plastic, herding electrons.
None of us know how it will end, what the outcome will be
(of our surgery). The best that can be said is
Don’t forget to breathe. And you might
as well believe in that higher power.
I awoke from my slumber
After many weeks
Entranced by unknown
Slept in dormant sleep
But on the morning i awoke
Was not like the rest
There was no sound of the ocean
And its watery zest
The deafness of the breakers
And the waves lapping the shore
Were non existant
Not like the day before
Intrigued by the silence
The noise of it all
As i viewed from my balcony
The ocean in fall
A scape never seen
Befell my eyes
Depths incomprehensible
As deep as our skies
A wreck i once dived
Was visible to me
All life was gone
From its expanse so free
I fall to my knees
As i stare into the abyss
My mind in disarray
Wondering, did it ever exist
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