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Initially, we were cautious about speaking to one another. We did not know how each other responded to each other's posts. What ultimately happened was a strong friendship that continued to grow with each passing day. We would talk more about our lives to one another to the point that we already felt like we were together. We both said that we would follow our lives and speak to each other, that's more than friends. We will continue to teach each other the languages we know. There was one day, six weeks after our conversation began, when the first significant milestone in our friendship would occur. I had taken a friend out for dinner, and it was a time of happiness and sadness. When she came to the restaurant, she had already had enough alcohol to make her happy. When she ordered a drink it was strong as it was a pure vodka.
After we ate, I would take her home as there was no coffee shop to help clear her mind. When I first picked her up to go on a date, she kissed me on the cheek. I ended up blushing. At the end of the date, when I dropped her off at the house, she kissed me on the cheek again, and I would turn her kiss. Before I left, she still had one of my earbuds in her ear. She returned it and kissed me one more time. When you asked about the date with a blushing face, I told you of all the details except for what happened before we ate.
You took a while to respond as you were writing a long text. You said you were happy for both of us and that you would keep a distance. Well, your posts later on were directed at me, as I know you were not that advanced in education. I did feel some pain, but I didn't realize it would hurt you to know that I was moving on with my life. We would speak a week later, or we would talk constantly and grow closer. This would continue until you stopped talking; it would only focus on your sadness. But you never focused on anyone else yourself. It's pretty alright, and I have always had strong feelings for you, but those feelings could only be those of a friend. And this is how we all have our friendships, and it is best that we remain friends and not decide to go further. Only God can make that determination for us to be more than that. So, I bid you farewell and wish you all the best with your life choices. Remember, I always loved you.
I'm in a cage, with plenty of doors-
I do not know from which to get out.
Out of the cage, I see the world-
different from every separate door.
I'm a caged bird,
with a mystery yet unsolved-
where the future of a caged bird will be.
Where to fly, where to reach,
it's not something a caged bird will know.
I have the keys, opening every door-
but only one I am to pass.
Each one is a way to the world,
but each too good to remain in dark.
The world calls me, different is each call.
While some ready to drag me out,
the rest remains to be fought and won.
None tells me, where to go without doubt.
I'm a caged bird,
with a mystery yet unsolved-
where the future of a caged bird will be.
Where to fly, where to reach,
it's not something a caged bird will know.
Patience is a virtue
and a necessity
Sometimes one must
pull up a chair, sit and wait
Patience is key!
Take. Your. Time.
Let no one pressure you
into meeting an unrealistic
deadline. Do your own thing,
at your own speed
Running late because...
you forgot to set your alarm clock?
Patience! Slow down, my good friend.
You'd rather be late
than careen off the highway!
You're mightily ticked off
and you want to hit something,
or worse, someone? Easy does it!
Hold your anger in. Breathe.
Let annoyance wash over you
Don't wear it like cologne!
Something isn't going your way?
Some dream you're working so hard
to build is taking too long to stand erect?
Keep plugging away; it eventually will.
And it will stand firm...
If you lay the bricks
of your foundation without haste.
You lay them the right way.
and take it day by day.
Be patient. It will stand firm!
Take your sweet ol' time...
solving an arduous problem
making big decisions, life choices,
or even finding true love. No pressure.
Patience is key!
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Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date written: 12/13/2019
For G, I love you. In memory of your life path.
LGBTQ+
"Whatever you identify as, identify as an expression of love." ~ Michelle Morris
For G
By Michelle Morris
11/04/2023
You kissed a boy
And you enjoyed it
Startling and intimate
An explosion of sensations
A first love experience
Young hearts and minds
Kisses and kind hands
Feelings and emotions
You felt so different
Isolated and alone
No friends or family
To help you process the moments
Beat up by your father
Not supported by your mother
Left to fend for yourself
Through the labyrinths of life
Your siblings were defenceless
Each dealing with their own problems
You felt like Dorothy in Oz
With no guides or Yellow Brick Road
You moved through life
On a rocky path with thorns
The love of your life
Apart from you with his family
Like a forbidden love match
You furtively sought each other
Moments here and there
Time frozen in its splendour
By the time I was a teenager
You were hardened and distant
Not interested in any family
No trust left in your arsenal
We never became close
But I respected your life choices
I loved you from a distance
And supported all your wishes
To think that it all started
More than seventy years old
It's a sad and moving story
That only helps future generations
I hope that you are happy now
Looking down on us from Heaven
I hope that you're with him too
Holding hands as you watch the sunset
© Michelle Morris, 2023
"What does LGBTQIA2S+ mean? LGTBQIA2S+ is an acronym for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ***** and/or Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, Two-Spirit, and the countless affirmative ways in which people choose to self-identify."
Unshakeable minds
cope with difficult life choices with vast heat beneath the hidden veil of icy stares of lost glaring tearing foot first hidden stones of hurt in the valley core of time spaces and places pillars of granite store the gems of time far from the guilty pain torn hands guarded by the pillar of fire and flames In the reasons of our time we rejoice when good news is brought in trust with all the heart knowing this that we lean not on our own understanding because in all things we acknowledge his laws and he directs the path our destiny performs Remember the Law of responsibility
we must take responsibility for what is in our lives remember
The Law of connections the past present and future are all connected
Remember
The Law of Focus we cannot think of two different things at the same time
The Law of Giving and Hospitality our behavior should match our thoughts and our actions Remember
The Law of here and now we can not be present if we are looking back
The Law of change history repeats itself until we learn from it and change the path Remember
The Law of Patience and rewards requires patience
The Law of Significance rewards are the results of the energy and effort we put into it It is written we must give an account of every word that comes out the mouth but you can depend on every living law for the fire diminishes
the dark clouds for unshakable minds know how to love and so does God
Touch not my anointed and do my prophets no harm! Remember.
Dear brown eye girl I just wanted to check in with you to see how you are. I know things have been hard for you the last few years or should I say the last few decades? But it seems like you got things figured out if you don't then you sure act like you do. From loosing so many people to moving place to place. Making this friend and that friend to loosing them. Brown eye girl I know what people have asked you to do through the years. Things you thought If I don't do them then they will be gone too. The people who said that they loved you and wanted to be with you were the ones that did the most damage. But now that is all said and done with brown eye girl. Now you get to live with what life choices you made and try to move on from the wreckage. I just hope that one day you will be able to see how strong you truly are.
Love, Jesse McDonald
It's not my choices
I regret,
But,
sometimes what I didn't choose
to do
or join
or say
or at least not forget
About not hatching up
or mashing down
some healthier choices
in a wealthier nontraumatic time
for restoring EarthTribe Justice
kismet.
And,
most of all,
I regret
My apparent inability
to make choices univocally
when my only ecological deadline ability,
now moored upon my biological disability
to independently grow less traumatic degenerativity,
post-healthy inside climate stress disorderly
Cosmological personal death of me,
dirth of humane resilient We,
despair of MotherEarth's just right
cold/warmly
revolving light
and dark climate power
regenerativity
More explicitly integral
yang yintegrity
of bicameral resonance regrowing wealth
of fairness cosmologically healthy
Heavenly Peace
rebirthing Just EarthWomb warm Cosmology
blue/greenly co-investing
in strongly resilient
yet flexibly resonant,
empowering
and harmonically enlightening
life choice inter-connecting systems.
Powers to choose,
like all power,
can be more or less than ZeroSum,
Power,
like light v dark,
includes passion,
dispassion,
compassion,
Favoring regenerative life systems,
and disfavoring degenerative dark death
monotheistic
monocultures of chaotic rabid hate
violent revenge
pure white-hot patriotic punishment,
retributive choice fragmenting voices
of fear-filled anger
win/lose
heading toward lose/lose
Nonsystemic
nonlife
nonchoices,
dualdark felt
nihilistic voices
Speaking up
and out,
It's not my pro-healthy life choices
we multigenerationally
regret indigenously
What we didn't choose
to do
or join
or say
or at least not forget
EarthTribally.
“i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go “ E. E. CUMMINGS
My desktop photo is from when got your degree,
proud mother with son, we both look very happy.
oh precious son, although we are now far apart,
no matter the distance, you’re always in my heart.
The time arrived for you to spread your wings
to make your own life choices, with our blessings.
Perhaps in the future you’ll return to our tiny Isle,
but you’re very ambitious, and do things with style.
Never a day goes by when I don’t think of you.
from the messages you send, you think of me too.
We share a special bond of mother and son.
your heart and my heart they beat just as one
Writing Challenge, November - Some Kind of Love - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart Wiishkobi Ode
11/11/19
I am comfortable with dogs, because they make me feel safe
Three of them guard me, sleeping around my head and hands.
My husband is also a comfort; I have known him for sixty-eight years.
Since we were four, it would be impossible to be uncomfortable with him.
I am a poet, an artist, a writer, a painter and a cartoonist.
I am comfortable with all of these monikers; they complete me.
When my children and grandchildren visit, I am totally at peace.
Comfortable with my life style, my life choices and my enchanted forest.
I live in an underground house in the woods, with two dog doors.
We have raccoons, skunk, fox, deer, turtles, snakes, and other creatures.
None have come into the dog door, but I am comfortable with them
My dogs will chase the woodland creatures out if they wander in.
Today my thoughts are on Master Sergeant Joe D.
my brother who was four years younger than me.
Growing up Brother Joe was always the battler,
he took no one’s “stuff” and was never a prattler.
At twenty one I entered and Brother Joe came soon,
to the Army’s ways Joe seemed to quickly attune.
He rose to Master Sergeant in his twenty-three years,
four tours in Nam kept family in prayer and tears.
He was highly decorated and many proclaimed a hero,
but when life all boiled down it amounted to zero.
He disappeared from family for thirty plus years,
all this time we searched, prayed, and shed tears.
For his country he did things he couldn’t forget,
then died lost from family, in a sea of regret.
Joe isn’t there but a headstone marks his spot,
to remind of his surviving the Viet Cong onslaught.
His life is a shadowbox that hangs on our wall,
I’m reminded of Joe each time I enter the hall.
So today, I pray that for life choices he did atone,
as for me, Joe will never become as a forgotten stone.