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Midge Sue could never please her mother
She was an outcast, not her brother
If she folded clothes, her mother would refold them
Laundry was never expected of brother, Jim
If Midge Sue cleaned the kitchen, it was not good enough
You are a female, her mother said, you need to get tough
No one was tougher than her mother
Who also favored Midge’s little stepbrother.
If Midge Sue prepared a meal, it was deemed “bad”.
Her mother’s negative opinions made her sad.
When she was eighteen, Midge Sue left home for good.
Found her tribe, who built her up, said that she could.
No one put her down, they built her up and loved her too.
She never returned home, our wise woman, Midge Sue.
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Let's be the good in every love story. Let's be the Love and Light.
Love is sometimes everything
(Shimmering inside your heart and soul)
By Michelle Morris
03/02/2024
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Love is sometimes confusing
It's in the lack of honesty and communication
If you don't behave authentically
You'll never have a real conversation
One moment you think you're working
The next you realise you're not
Shimmering inside each of you
Is the doubts about your lot
Love is sometimes heartbreaking
It's in the uneven feelings and emotions
Like Russian roulette and a gun
You don't know which bullet is chosen
One moment you think it's real
The next the rug is pulled up and burned
Shimmering in the inferno
Is what's left of your heart's yearning
Love is sometimes a mystery
It comes and goes as it pleases
It makes no sense to mortals
When it flirts and kisses and teases
One moment you feel the pleasure
The next it's whips and chains
Shimmering beneath the passion
Is the need to dominate with pain
Love is sometimes immortal
It blooms and lasts for all time
When twin flames finally meet
Their Love and Light is entwined
One moment you are one soul
The next you're connected by Source
Shimmering inside each atom
It is supported and blessed by the Universe
Love is sometimes a goodness
It is there for the world to behold
In every act of compassion and kindness
It creates positive ripples in the collective whole
One moment you are struggling
The next you're feeling blessed and calm
Shimmering throughout the ethers
Is positive energy and angelic loving arms
Love is sometimes everything
For it's the greatest power there is
If we could focus on its miracles
We could all become our very best
One moment you are down
The next you feel the glow
Shimmering inside your heart and soul
Is the knowledge that we are known
© Michelle Morris, 2024
I still remember the first time I saw you,
How your smile felt so warm and new.
I remember the first time we talked,
And how my heart raced as we walked.
I remember waiting just to see your face,
Catching glimpses from a secret place.
Staying up all night thinking of you,
And waiting all day just to hear from you.
I remember laughing together with ease,
And crying alone when my heart wouldn’t please.
Telling you stories, sharing my dreams,
And holding back feelings bursting at the seams.
I remember your eyes, your smile so bright,
And your voice that made everything feel right.
I think of you every single day,
Even when I try to forget you in every way.
Every moment with you is stuck in my mind,
Though you’re not here and I’m left behind.
But even with the pain of losing you,
I’m grateful for the love we knew.
Life was OK before this moment
nothing exciting but again not bad
I'd started to go to church every week
hearing the gospel! hey this is no fad
God's truth grasped me afresh
like nothing else I've known before
I wanted to understand this so much
for first time I saw my spiritual door
Later on, I wed my love Jean
a few months later Jean left my abode
the Lord took her to be with Him
now at that moment, God took my load
By His spirit entered my very soul
I had met with God in salvation
my spirit came alive truly transformed
on my way growing by sanctification
There within felt an inner light
enlightening to God's word so true
now this God is just a prayer away
confident He fills my spiritual brew
(The moment that God came and changed me on the inside to effect the outside too.)
You're meaningful to me with glee
You're perfectly precious and free
I'm hiding in the shadow of the sun
You saved me from the devil's gun
It's a cumbersome life that I'm living
It's a cumbersome world worth giving
My eyes are as cold as ice to aqua
My silver soul is shattered by my flaw
The flaw of living with a failure's horrid mentality
The gnawing of the worms in this jail of fatality
I need to move on from where I am at this moment
I need to get over the fact that you bear such resentment
It's unbearable to live with you in mind… left behind
I feel unstable and irritable and somewhat insecure
It's unpredictable to walk in the light, almost fully blind
I feel overwhelmed and scared, but oh, I will endure
You're significant in my life and more
You make me smile to the deepest core
I'm revealing myself in the darksome windstorm
But, you rejected me and left me in my lonesome dorm
Show your love to me with your actions,
Not your ruthless, heartless interactions
Don't prove yourself by mere words, dear
I know I'm a distress mess full of fiery fear
I've struggled to stay pretty positive in the long run
You and I used to be young and have so much fun
Believe in me in this cumbersome life of utter strife
Give me a piece of your peace and bring me to life
I stand in ******** like a British guard patrolling the keep
A private eye from nine to five but lose control when I sleep
Behold what I see is crime and sin that roams in the street
Your home, your retreat, the woods, the plateau, and the creek
The ocean, the beach, a plane, a bus, boat, or a jeep
Deceptions everywhere, at any time no moment for peace
The thrown and the king, it’s there as you approach the regime
But as focus decreases, it needs a microscope to be seen
It grows from a seed...as it blossoms, the hand becomes a possum
Alive but standing still to be a mannequin with problems
And the vanity accomplished helps profanity demolish
Your beliefs and thoughts until you see your sanity abolished
Damn if we could all just get along without someone believing
Everything they heard I wouldn’t have these clouds up underneath me
Life is like a tree, see it grows, and then it branches out
And plants a seed in mother nature 'til she screams and passes out
You asked about it here it is, like pyramids it’s quite complex
“Up and Down” and “Right to Left”, it all rotates like “Life and Death”
But it depends on how you visualize and what your eyes detect
It’s a “Circle of Events” so you cannot deny the steps
Try your best to put an end to it, you’ll just apply a stress
Cause if you die you’ll live again it’s written in the bibles text
But life is what you make it basically the way you write reflects
Wether or not you kept it simple or made it all complex .
A perfect day,
Somber, quiet, and mellow,
Thinking of one of the greatest,
Poets of all time.
Imagine being in a time,
When no one can see your,
Greatness or your talent.
You never get to see when everyone,
Reads your poems and,
How they idolize you.
Thousands of books are in print,
And there's even a TV show,
All about you called Dickinson.
I wish you could see this,
And so much more.
I sit at a desk much like her's,
With a glass of wine and I,
Write a poem dedicating all,
To the great Emily Dickinson.
Just one day to show Emily,
That she is indeed one of the,
Greatest poets ever.
Tossing and turning,
Dreams rather nightmares,
Of the past when women had,
No rights, women had to marry,
Not loving men and they couldn't,
Buy property or have money.
I finally drift off to sleep,
Only to be awaken by the noise,
Of my neighbors.
Walking into the kitchen,
I see a woman I see a woman,
In a long flowing dress.
She turns around and I see,
EMILY DICKINSON
You know me?
Emily, the whole world knows you.
I show her the book,
"The poems of Emily Dickinson,"
I look at her as I see tears,
Glide down her face.
The world knows of your,
Greatness and your talent.
Things are different here,
What year is this, where are we?
It's 2022 and we're still in Amherst.
I told her about gay rights and,
Women's rights and the TV show.
I just wanted one day to tell,
You what your poems mean to,
Me and all the other poets.
I just wanted to thank you,
For allowing us to see into your,
World and how you opened,
The door for us to write poems.
Now let's go see Amherst,
And your house.
You need some clothes.
She asked me,
Do I get to wear man pants?
I laughed and said Emily,
You can wear anything you want.
Emily what was the year,
When you left? She said 1885.
The year before her death,
Maybe Zeus will let her stay.
Refrain:
It happens often in the hills,
Where my heart has always been,
Love beyond description spills,
From twilight dreams, lives fulfilled.
(I)
As it was when I met my love,
the gentle smile, the warm hand,
seeking my presence, gliding above,
helping me to see the joy of closeness.
(II)
His intimate gifts, silencing my pain,
Reminding my heart that I’d never be the same,
Even though I knew I had nothing to gain,
I felt like I’d been blessed by God’s sweet grace.
REFRAIN
(III)
Time seemed to stand still for my life,
As he held me, promising to abide,
Always near, taking away my strife,
Reassuring me, his love would always be mine.
(IV)
When I first knew I’d met my love, true,
I thanked the Lord for this beautiful romance,
My time with my love just flew and I knew,
Without him by my side, I’d cry a tear or two.
REFRAIN
(V)
Although I can’t explain the feelings felt
By my heart who loves him still,
There is no doubt, the cold he’d melt,
Silencing my grief and every fear I bore.
(VI)
When he left me for another lover
It seemed my world turned gray,
His reasons I’d seek, but never uncover.
He tired of me and a new love did seek.
REFRAIN
(VII)
I’ll ever love and miss him so,
But I doubt he thinks of me,
Sometimes I see him, a soft shadow,
Who beckons to me through my grief.
(VIII)
Never will I ever find another,
Who I will love so completely.
This is a feeling I’ll feel for no other,
Because of him, my heart still bleeds.
REFRAIN
the archers and cupid put down their bow
and Peter Pan swore he wouldn’t grow
as Buddha’s lost temper started to show
because you had dreams that you wouldn’t peruse
as the free winds of Neverland cease to blow
the praying mantis faith has gone along
with the difference between right and wrong
even the birds have stopped their song
because theirs not much left to do
when everyone feels like they don’t belong
chariots of fire are riding over the land
and crashing waves are throwing the sand
everyone thinks that they are making a stand
as they stand in the wrong place without a clue
because were all knowing but don’t understand
love letters are sent without love that’s real
and artists are loosing their touch and their feel
we're all working so hard to try and conceal
when the prophets say words that aren’t true
and so many more things that I cant reveal
pull up the anchors from the mouth of Poseidon
climb out from the cave in which you hide in
get off the high horse on which you’re ridin’
and come down to the people who look up to you
and give your thin horizons the chance to widen
no one who will be left here wants to see
of what will come and what will be
of me and you and you and me
someone has to figure out what we have to do
as we all just want to live free
LOOKING BACK
Life ain't always easy,
Can be a bitter pill,
But I found when I was young,
I could have fun still.
We were poor, I guess that's true,
'Cause Mama left my dad,
And took me to the swamp lands,
Where I found life not half bad.
Folks out there didn't have much school,
Got by on common sense.
In fact they looked on city folks,
As just a little dense.
Mom wasn't understanding,
And beat me now and then,
I guess she figured that's the way,
You keep a child from sin.
Grandpa understood me more,
And kept her oft at bay.
The quiet man laid down the law,
And folks heard what he'd say.
Our food was what we grew out back,
And what our men folks hunted.
It wasn't fancy that's for sure,
But no one grew up stunted.
It taught me to be patient,
And wait upon the Lord.
It taught me not to live too far,
Above what I afford.
I learned to love the Lord a lot,
Depend upon His Grace,
I also leaarned an honest man,
Need never hide his face.
I guess I can't complain too much,
'Cause it made me what I am,
And taught me to appreciate,
And respect my fellow man.
Judy Ball