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To Read, perchance to dream,
To run through woodlands fresh and new,
The grass an emerald green,
To follow the words to draw me in,
As they describe the scene.
To see and feel as the poet feels,
To see and live the glory,
To be a part of everything,
To be within the story,
Of mighty battles lost and won;
Engrossed in a pot pour ri,
Of wonderful description,
Of freedom, love and life.
Words of passion, love or hate,
That cut just like a knife.
Words to take me far away,
To soar on eagle's wings;
Or search for treasure yet unseen,
Or hear the angels sing.
To read, re-read and read again,
To feel it, taste it all,
Experience the stuff of dreams,
Adventure gives it's call.
I wrote a story
About love and life,
My life, my love
All the memories, some strife
I wrote of joy,
There was peace and praise
Hearts were broken
But love would always amaze
I wrote of wonders,
So many reasons
For heartfelt smiles,
All those seasons!
I wrote of dreams
It’s hard to believe
All those treasures
I just couldn’t conceive
I wrote of grief
That came from caring
Suffering and tears
My soul I was sharing
I wrote of a lifetime
Of prayer and hope
So many changes
I found ways to cope
I wrote of beauty
In the starlit nights
Beautiful music
In the still morning lights
I wrote of knowing
How it feels to mourn
My heart is comforted
Despite this pain I’ve worn
I wrote of blessings,
Some days were so good
Every season of life
I’ve known, I’ve understood…
It is Jesus who tells me
What it means to know
The love that is with me
Love that gives a soft glow
But that final page,
The page when I’m gone
I can’t write that chapter,
It’s an ending not yet drawn.
When God tells my story,
After death has taken me home
I know that final page
Will be so amazing… sweet shalom!
Inspired by Johnny Cash and June Carter. An epic love story.
She ignited the spark in my soul
By Michelle Morris
26/08/2025
She was the sun and moon and stars
She was everything I adored
And yet I felt completely too small
Unable to give her the love and life she deserved
It never dawned on me, not once
That she would embrace me as I am
She would give me love and light with grace
She would believe in the possibilities of us
Instead of faith, I took the road of fear
I landed up in the darkest abyss
Unable to claw my way out
Unable to see light anywhere
But she, oh she, yes she
She came down into hell for me
She ignited the spark in my soul
She ignited the warmth in my heart
She lit up that dark space with her brilliance
She shone her light fiercely and bravely
That love and light went on and on
And turned hell into heaven for all
She was the sun and moon and stars
She became everything to me, and more
Unlocking the gates to my prison
Setting my heart and soul free to soar
As one we embraced our future
As one, we conquered every fear
Our love healed every heartache
Our love overcame sorrows and tears
For she, oh she, yes she
She came down into hell for me
She ignited the spark in my soul
She ignited the warmth in my heart
She lit up that dark space with her brilliance
She shone her light fiercely and bravely
That love and light went on and on
And turned hell into heaven for all
© Michelle Morris, 2025
The magic he creates. God is awake. The universe itself. Stardust gel. As it all connects. Like bare trees our lungs under inspection mimic the breeze. Fresh air as we all stare into the stardust we are. alive and free. The universal decree. But now we bleed. Bleed the seeds sewn of hate our father’s have known. We loop around the sun. We loop around history until mankind is done. I just wish we could all see the stardust has gone insane. This plane of reality is shady and a game. To those who run the show. But we can find love and life through the deepest blows. For we are tested as a world. Battling the feeling of being hurled. Into another’s thoughts and beliefs of how it should be. I think if we were intelligent we could smile with glee and just stop. Stopping the bloodshed is a must. For our brothers of stardust. The women and children scared . Unfortunately war is not rare when violent men act like they care. What a lie when sons and daughters are sent to die. When in reality were confused by our eyes. From what we see. I just hope the loop ends before our bodies are sent free to whatever end the stardust destines to be. This right now is mankind’s song. There is no victory to serenade. Only young men willing to throw grenades. If only we seen ourselves as stardust instead of flags.
I TRULY ENJOY THE LORD
Oh, I sing from your lovely heart and soul..
Of joyful and appreciative praise to the Lord..
You're poetic and rhythmic celebration of faith..
Love and life with the Lord so delightful and great..
And my God today
I love you always
'I truly enjoy the Lord'
How awesomely blissful!
I am incredibly moved by your words Lord..
Glorious dedications and I am deeply touched
Oh, Father God love you so much
That I AM able to be inspire you to create us..
As such this is wondrous spiritual piece..
God He made man and woman.. the human race
Oh, I sing from your lovely heart and soul..
Of joyful and appreciative praise to you Lord..
I am so very thankful
I truly enjoy you Lord
inspired from words from
Dedicated to Poet Susan Ashley
4/27/18
written words by Susan Ashley & James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 3"
Thinking of the people that were here and now gone.
Maybe that's life.
Things have gone wrong.
It's a hurt feeling inside
That runs in human race.
I guess that's reality,
Something we have to face.
The memories we have
That are cherished each day.
Rather bad or good
We have to find a way.
Flashbacks in the mind
Of a past without a clue.
Hoping that an answer
Will soon come through.
We have to live and let live.
I know that life was given.
Think about yourselves
In the world that you are living.
It doesn't take much to change.
Feelings can be rearranged.
Break apart from the dark
Love and life, lives in the heart.
Souls Never Die
Twenty one guns fired in unison on the days
We laid them in the ground
And to have them each call me their grandson
I was lucky and I'm proud
One left school at only 13
The other Paris Island strong
The greatest generations almost gone
May their legacy live on
They weren't scared to stand and fight
Helped teach me wrong from right when I was young
They'd give the shirt off of their back and half of what they had
Just to help someone
Brokaw got it right
On a news cast late one night
And I'll back his words without hesitation
We owe a lot to those who fought and died
The greatest generation
I watched them work up to their dying days without
A can't do attitude
Full of love and life and country pride
Well that's something, just something that you do
They put their families first
Weren't scared of hard work
Showed those they loved undying dedication
There'll never be another group of souls
Like the greatest generation
They weren't scared to stand and fight
Helped teach me wrong from right when I was young
They'd give the shirt off of their back and half of what they had
Just to help someone
Brokaw got it right
On a news cast late one night
And I'll back his words without hesitation
We owe a lot to those who fought and died
The greatest generation
Neither one would say they'd have been those men without
The women in their lives
Standing by them through thick and thin as they
Also sacrificed
They did their part while they were gone
To keep a house a home
To provide for the needs of a nation
There'll never be another group I know
Like the greatest generation
We owe them all so much appreciation
The greatest generation
the sick sun returns to die my stomach stings squirms and burns eternity is calling out a warm meal my jaw tenses up the breath goes into my swollen throat a lady bug crawls on a string attached to a ceiling light stalin chokes on his blood as his doctors watch the lady bug creeps towards the hot bulb burning my eyes blink sleep beckons me to bed through the cold window the blues slide into my bones the room darkens grey holocaust films haunt my morning memories old ladies cry tears of pain burnt bodies in ovens thoughts disjointed deep pauses in reason i squeeze each strained word from my fingers shrill guitar notes from old blues tunes creep the lady bug has gone towards the cold plastic covered window someone give me a sign a mystery angel or a god i need a faith that i can touch the blues beat drives on like a knock on my door trains filled with frozen human corpses the smell of dry stench cat spray rotting garbage piled wrappers and waste smiling politicians buses and trains roll on through the night a wife grins as she cheats on her husband pictures of air-brushed beauties in magazine stands next to candy-bars and gum illiterate citizens drive with cell-phones on their ears i’m scouring emptiness for magic verses clouds of silver heaven oil jesus portraits grandmothers’ cookies and milk giggling monogamous sex frowning faces vinyl flowers shopping carts filled with frozen food classic rock bus-stops power-chairs enough the high-pitched guitar note drones the bright computer screen hurts my eyes i fight wanton hunger leaves rustle in the cool november wind i see these words they exist my fingernails keep growing fingernails grow on dead human bodies i’m alive strange moments nothing makes sense but i’m afraid to die crawlin’ king snake crackles through the speakers i know my girl loves me food promises love and life sunny days and holidays i scratch my head hunger gnaws on me sugar runs low in my blood my brain slows my words huff and try to push the wall down
Were I to fall asleep this night
rather than toss and turn restless in my efforts
seeking rest and comfort in my sought escape;
what would I say to you, now gone
emptied of my love and life as it slips away?
How often does the memory of days past, rise
as if all were today in place of yesterday
when it was always you and me against the world;
should I dream
daring to recapture what was forever between us?
Yes, I would do it all again,
casual conversations blooming to warm love's embrace
and passionate vows and promises to last a lifetime;
hold me close and tender
let me whisper in your ear, I love you still.
Forever and always
I hold you close
knowing words need not be spoken;
we are forever bound
and should I dream, I dream of you.
Silent One's Last Letter to Love 12/15/18
Wrinkled was the hands that held the roses she had for sale
Her eyes holding back the story they longed to tell.
Crumpled her dress and her hair was all a mess but her smile
was filled with such spiritual beauty. A lovely lady, just a cutie.
I reached for the rose with such heartfelt admiration and I gave
to her 3 times, the amount asked because she was to me a
sweet variation.
I reached out and hugged her with love, and I deeply found myself
connected to her as once connected souls from another story, yet
to unfold.
As we spoke of the rose's beautiful colors, I noticed her smile was like
my mother's. I paused for a moment and returned to her smile and
I remembered the story told of God's eternal love and life everlasting.