Long Living Poems
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Gray clouds banked moisture filled now wait
A warm lustrous sun rips
Flashing beams illuminate earth
Wants to curtail frost's nip
Fog curtains spring's green 'pon the trees
The distance just a blur
Birds excitedly sing love's tunes
Nesting secrets occur
Take a deep breath now be renewed
Springtime a joy divine
If only it could be spring each day
Not summer's hot design
Spring in it perfection touches hearts
Reaches the soul each time
It brings out the best of nature
All of joy in mankind
What if it were this very day
When Jesus' shouts come forth
The earth releasing its saved dead
Those living saved by His worth
Gathered in heavenly places
Face to face meet God's Son
Will it be in this springtime's joy
Will you be one of the ones
I knew them in their innocence
Once filled with imagination and joy
Playing fun games, climbing trees
Offering a helping hand to others
Able to care, able to be who they are
Then, those who ruled had their way
Teaching inexplicable things
They were trapped by ‘conditional’ love
Striving, always striving to earn it
Nothing was ever good enough
Then abuse, turned their fear to rage
Later, I saw them become hollow
Empathy was gone with time
Hollow like dead, old, trees
Acting out as if they will never fall
Following footsteps of those who ruled
Becoming a reflection of all they endured
They are living, but they are gone
Carrying out their immoral ways
Was it the only way to get recognition?
Was it the only way to be safe?
By being on the side of perpetrators?
I will never know the full reason
I have only watched to witness
Their innocence disappear in the dark
But, I still remember the days
When they were young and innocent
Just trying to be who they are
Now, their eyes hold a vacant stare
Their beings are hollow, without a care
Turned into the monsters they once feared
Heidi Sands
6/11/18
*Placed 2nd in the Hollow Contest.
The lines on my hand are baby-like soft, and pink with an almost
Imperceptible blue undertone.
there are bracelets of x’s around my wrist.
I stare at them fascinated.
It is said that the closer the lines are the same on both hands,
The more apt you are to living the life you had planned
Before you arrived.
Most of us have three deep lines in our palms.
The top Is the head line.
The length does not matter.
Is it deep? That is the important part.
The middle line is the heart line.
Does it branch off? It usually does. There are marriage lines
And relationship lines, less noticeable, but
There if you know where to look.
The line that makes a half moon around your thumb is your life line.
Oh, my gosh, yours is short? No worries.
It does not mean what you thought for a second.
If you really want to be fascinated by your hand lines, check out a palmistry book.
Circles, whorls, loops, and x’s mean different things.
The length of your fingers, and the relationship of one to another mean something too.
I have no idea how accurate the study of palmistry is, but it is fun to study,
And if you lose your hands in a pile of hands,
It will be a lot easier to identify them.
If you are in an abusive relationship, please try to walk away and live. You deserve a chance to thrive; to find joy and happiness. Remember that no one deserves to be abused. Please take care and stay safe.
Domestic silence
By Michelle Morris
02/11/2022
Domestic silence
Silences all of us
It stifles tears and
Strangles hearts
Domestic violence
Pushes boundaries
Brutality inflicted
For ego and power
It allows bruises
And broken bones
It allows shame
To have a home
It encourages indignities
To its victims
It perpetuates inequities
In relationships
It makes men
Into beasts
It makes women
Feel uneasy
No living being
Should suffer abuse
No one deserves
Trauma as a path
No one should fear
Loved ones' wrath
No one should live
In constant anguish
Don't let the silence
Kill your soul
Because the silence
Is evil's cloak
Speak up now
Before it's too late
Walk out the door
Instead of a body bag
Domestic silence
Is a global scourge
It kills our souls
And kills our world
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Don't know if human's will ever see
every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
there has to be a place for the poorest
The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt
each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt
Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory
I am to believe all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story
The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man
he learn's the treasures, of everything he can
Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of richness
seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty as an illness
Love start's from the soul, and from there it is taught to grow
the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough
Love, trust, compassion and grace defining the difference in richest and wealth
t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth
He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key
for his wealth is humanly uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...
I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky,
but I found it chained between the pages of a memory, where moments weave garments of longing,
on the road of life, I wandered with my heart full of desires burning like stars in the deep night,
and in the dreams I had, I discovered a drop of your love, like a pearl hidden in the depths of the sea.
When the sun rose at dawn and the shadow of night melted like a forgotten dream at the crossroads of time,
in the world full of the morning's colors, the thought of you was like a free bird in the infinite sky,
under the sky filled with thousands of stars, I searched for you through the labyrinth of memories, seeking the echo of a lost laugh,
but time, with its bittersweet venom, whispered to me that they are just echoes, just shadows of the past.
In my heart, I kept you, like a ray of light piercing the heavy clouds of a rainy day,
and wherever I roamed, you were the hope in a good day, a silent song aligning my wandering steps,
I once lost my thought, but I found it chained in the memory of a moment, where I locked you away,
like a treasure hidden in the chamber of the soul, a secret place where longing turns into poetry.
Thus, in this uninterrupted flow of thoughts and sensations, I carry you with me like a living flame,
for every heartbeat, every breath is a step towards you, towards that realm of eternal love,
where thoughts are not lost but found in the silence before dawn, in the warm light of memories,
and, between dream and reality, between past and present, I weave your image with a fine thread of longing and hope.
For even when time lays its dust over us, and moments melt into the sands of oblivion,
I will always keep you in my heart, like a rare pearl, like an unwritten verse awaiting its utterance,
in this journey of the soul, in this symphony of life, you are and will be my song of longing,
I once lost my thought, but I found it, always chained to you, to the love that binds us.
Scarlets bright
amber's light
colorful leaves frolick near
enjoying the season before they fear
the arrival of fall
it's just nature's call
with radiance comes a chill
jack-o'-lanterns burn at will
autumns rustling sounds
flannels and bonfires abound
Outdoor living at it's best
Warm cider, pumpkin cookies for the fest
A celebration for the preservation of life I profess
Cooler temperatures are not always my favorite I confess
But the season of spooks.witches and goblins is
So enjoy falls splendor as it is
full of laughter fun and more
so enjoy everything to it's core
9-10-23
there are people who are free to drift
in and out of our life as they pursue their destiny
they’ll always shine and make us proud
we even know them
they’re people who restore our faith in humanity
and in what is most impressive
people who’ve gone through hell and back
and rose above it
people who never give up and are the epitome
of hope, courage and determination
people who insist on living life to its fullest
no matter the cost
they walk humbly among us as they impact
the lives of everyone they touch
and surprisingly they don’t even know
how truly amazing they are
because these people are indeed a rare breed
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023
If I can try to be myself
Problem is... I'm not there to find
How is one to believe there is life and nothing else?
Has living life left me behind?
As a person to a friend
As a person to a job
To a family never to end
Have an I what I thought?
And I thought about myself this day
I know and know not who myself is
It's like life a forever must to simply play
It's like life to only for always... wish
There is me... what do you see?
Am I to you like every other person there are?
Or perhaps you see me as you see me to be
Let me guess... everyone is on par
Can you find yourself if you would?
In a world we live and share and share and live without
Everyone in life will never know they could
If we do... what more is there to life about
Life can be a different nightmare
when philo-sophias self-righteously
uprightly leave us behind
so long in search of success
measured in wealth of commodified acquisitions
rather than health of natural/spiritual capitalization
of virtuously co-managed left/right
co-balancing cooperative structures
for co-investing future resilience,
Like a thirsty hummingbird
living in a too-red environment,
Like dissonant notes
hiding in a too-rich symphony,
Community, communion investing in health
not as ordered by MotherEarth
as demonic TaskMaster of perpetual raw-spot punishment
in perpetually vicious win/lose competitions
against past and future disgraced generations,
rather than wealthy sacred interdependent venerations.
Philosophers and politicians
preachers and prophets
parents and their prey
might instead invest in Earth rights and lefts
as our dance and play Mother
embracing more cooperative win/win choreography,
ecological theologies of color
and scale,
More of a sweet spot multigenerational tango
searching out climatic self-governing unity
rather than a righteous raw spot monocultural war
of nightmartish lose/lose uniformity
unto climate collapsing apocalypse,
Mortality of life
giving way to ecocentric wise dancing regenerations
of local through global multicultural Earth,
enjoying nature more cooperatively-managed,
never competitively-owned in spiritualized theories
of universal Yang Domination
with too complexly uniform marching into fragmented war orders
over-ruling uniting invitations
into win/win multigenerational YinDance,
Now wiser about distinguishing
between individualistic capitalism,
supporting business as usual
monoculturally colonizing patriarchy
And Earth's cooperative capitalization,
actively inviting natural/spiritual
sweet spot win/win dialogue
more than raw spot,
Who is the biggest Loser of vanishing success?
academic debates
Confusing wealth requirements
with healthy response to
What is winning?
Since before liberating philosophers
severed natural nutritional eco-healthy balance
from spiritually robust wealthy ego-investment.
Life in and on Earth's resonant ecosystems
can be a different nightmare
when philo-sophias self-righteously
upright leave us behind
so long in search
of health's wealthiest eco-political success.