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Blest to be ministered to by God, I’ve uttered:
“Thank You, Lord; make my life around You be centered
Though trial-blistered and faith in You had faltered
I still heard You cheering me; such indeed mattered.”
Grace-watered with Christ’s wondrous kindness encountered
I whispered sincere prayer of trust, hope-glittered
Confessing timid heart, fear-fettered; guilt-pestered…
As my spirit He revives; from doubts, undeterred.
Praise-filled, my worshipful soul He cleansed has mustered:
“Yours am I, dear Saviour Who can’t be flattered
Since You know me so well; fixed my life, then cluttered…
Your love freed me; now like a dove, I’m joy*-fluttered.”
*Psalm 32:11 Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.
October 5, 2020
3rd place, "MAX 14 lines POEM-inspired prompt" Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/12/2020.
Please forgive me as I loved you..!!
I expected a lot from a stranger..;
And in return got what was long due..!!
Loving someone was wrong, as I’ll always be a loner..!
“I loved you” that were a mistake..;
And you leaving me were bound to happen later or sooner..!
No matter how painful, but this mistake I’ll never regret..!!
I was left dry and low..;
With my heart and soul bruised and battered..!!
Don’t worry I’ll die, but it’s going to be slow..;
Silly me..!! Your love is all that mattered..!!
I expected a lot from a stranger..;
And in return got what was long due..!!
Please forgive me as I loved you..!!
I am glad you have no regrets..;
You moved on with life as if nothing ever happened..!!
But let me tell you secret..;
I’ll always remember you, no matter you left me stranded..!!
And I’ll always pray..;
What you did me never happens to you..!!
I’ll pray night and day..;
For once let the saying not be true..!!
“What goes around comes around”..!!
And let you be happy ..;
If not me at least you…!!
Form:
To the people you've left behind,
It's not been easy getting by
Because as we live we find
That you everywhere in our lives
It's hard to see everyone look at us different
And even though they're people who step up,
to help with their presence but its still hard
Cause it shows how of a bigger void you left
So many words left unsaid
So many pains left to vent out
Now we walk around with this emptiness
Hoping that somehow we can live through it
Today everyone that mattered was there
It felt nice seeing everyone there
But it was hard since you weren't there
You didn't have to go so early
And wherever you are I hope you see us
You see just how much you meant to us
For it's 4 years now but we still do cry
Cause its not easy that you gone
The PO£T
It grieves me to know you're gone,
We didn't have enough time.
We can't have another dawn,
Your leaving feels like a crime.
I hate that fate took you away,
I'm glad I had you in my life.
I long for you each new day,
I was blessed to be your wife.
You left, my heart shattered,
There is no me without you,
In a split second, nothing mattered.
You were so genuine and true,
I feel abandoned and so lost.
You were my safe harbor, my home,
In the accident, you paid the cost.
I can't sleep; at night, I just roam,
Time hasn't healed my pain.
It's been almost twenty years,
Stuck at the scene, and I'm not sane
I'm all cried out; I have no more tears
I want to get out of this nightmare.
But I retreat, cause it binds me to you,
Forgetting you is something I couldn't bear.
When will I move on? I don't have a clue.
*A Fictional Write
Alexis Y.
05/29/2021
You were just cockroaches, not people at all.
The young men stare at the genocide perpetrator.
It was our teaching, we were taught to maim and kill you.
You were cockroaches. Three orphans tried to understand.
In April 1994 a million people were killed in Rwanda,
Because they were the minority. Unarmed women and children, slaughtered.
By machetes and steel-nailed clubs called “no mercy”.
Twenty-five years later three young men meet one of the perpetrators.
The perpetrator asks for forgiveness yet he gave no mercy.
The three orphans have healed through the art of photography.
They were taken in to an orphanage run by Ros Carr, age eighty-two.
She welcomed David Jiranek, who taught the orphans photography.
They were eight, nine and ten, and they were lost, saddened by sorrow.
Photography showed them a way to express themselves; it was cathartic.
One of the orphans said “I realized then that I mattered.”
These three were able to document their stories.
They are now sitting under a tree, listening to one of the perpetrators.
He had spent fifteen years in prison for his crimes.
They have found humanity that was lost to them, but now is found.
Forgiveness in another step in their healing process to wholeness.
I searched all night for a contortionist,
so that I might appreciate my own lack of flexibility.
She twisted my mind and body in the most pretzel of ways.
Even though I tried hard, I couldn’t achieve my Gumby aspirations.
In the end, she felt I was kinda Pokey, so she kicked me out of her bed.
As I walked down the street,
I contemplated the lawlessness of attraction.
There I was wandering around the rules,
wondering which ones I had broken.
Had I not tried my best to bend backwards?
She said I was stiff but not in the way that mattered.
What I wanted, apparently left her Wanton.
I could feel it in her perfectly formed aura.
She somehow lacked the liquidity to complete our transaction.
Still I admired her foot to neck accomplishments.
I had wanted to pole vault to new depths,
but my Noodled Udon couldn’t reach China.
From the beginning I was aching for her attraction,
but was left to watch her perform an exquisite Aria.
I am thankful and must admit, she played her instrument perfectly.
Leaving me mesmerized and completely
.....Astounded!
January 17th, 2020
A bit of humour to start your day. ;0)
Key: Heart
By Michelle Morris
26/04/2020
I found a key,
A key to my heart;
I unlocked the door;
Entered where feelings start.
Found lots of hope and
Faith inside;
Some residual hurts,
That couldn't hide.
A lot of memories of
Abuse and neglect;
Forgiveness doesn't erase
The damage humans inflict.
In a sacred place
There stands an altar;
Remembering someone
Special, who truly
Mattered.
But all the hurts and losses
Could not curtail,
The spirited, powerful and
Resilient human soul.
I looked around and
As far as I could see,
There was still lots of
Love for humanity.
I left my heart,
Beating strong and
Sure;
Knowing the love and
Faith and hope
Would always endure.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
In a land where kings once ruled, a new voice emerges at dawn. It's a quiet call, but clear, a reminder of a duty reborn.
A young person hears the echo on sacred ground, whispering stories. No longer ruled by force, but guided by the song of freedom.
They see elders gathering around a weathered box, both familiar and strange. "The ballot box," someone explains, "where voices rise and stories are heard.”
A curious mind wonders, "Voices rise? Stories are told?" A knowing smile and bright eyes answer, "It's your chance to choose where the future goes.”
Cynical whispers try to discourage, "One small vote, will it even matter?" But hope ignites, a fire that chases away doubt.
The voting day arrives, a vibrant scene of engaged faces. From local schools to grand halls, power shifts with each vote cast.
The weight of many voices unites, a chorus banishing fear. More than a right, it's a sacred act, a way to heal and contribute.
In this grand dance of shaping tomorrow, a single vote carries weight. Though uncertainty lingers, a nation's strength lies in its citizens.
With a purpose, they stand and make their mark, a tiny act in freedom's shadow. For even the smallest voice can contribute to a nation's strong heartbeat.
Now, walking under the sun, they know their voice mattered. The whisper's call, a guiding light, reminding them of their citizen's duty, forever bright.
5 cars of the vehicular kind merged then vanished
Drove instantly inside one another to disappear
Solid lead rained down on them as well
Melted, evaporated, the evidence presented clear
Another clue, according to the view
Proved to be conclusive to that end
Detectives drew a line with good intentions well defined
Using chalk thought to be made of calcium carbonate
Found on some rock site undisclosed, remote
A soft, white, porous, sedimentary item found in nature
Formed from strange marine life at an undersea location
Eons ago at night as if it mattered to any one
This is pure speculation, a supposition of course
A hypothesis thought to be weak at best
Yet accepted in legal circles as concrete
Science crossed their hearts and hoped to die
If their findings were a lie
Around that which they oddly called a crime
Teachers line up calculators on the vacant scene
Loaded with batteries, black boards and cameras
Chalk comes in handy for drawing cartoon cars
Students! Love your teachers for that reason
As you love being graded on a curve
Data confirmed there were 5 cars in motion
On the lot and at that location
Students in attendance testified cross-eyed
Well informed according to their word
Vehicular occurrences are rare but happen
It is reasonable to assume the sound of chalk was heard
Screeching marks along the bounderies of a curb
Within the boarders of conclusions reached where lines are drawn
On the ground remained an empty place
An echo, nothing more
Vacancy kept in its place
Over zealous detectives state the facts as found
Cars don't travel just to disappear
Covered in lead melted down to vanish
Parameters of sight are well within speed limits
In broad daylight it is easy to see clear logic
Unless the FBI become involved
Roll in like fog
Problem discovered, problem solved
8-7-12
In the end of time
Shivering blending shrieks
And croaks of disaster
I never wanted this master
But they wanted me enslaved
We are lost in our own
Chaos – bent in a staggered
Lie – for life we
Lie in silence . . . thinking
Of the guilt that would tear us into
Nothing – can you believe
I cried another night for you?
Nothing mattered but the frown
On your delicate face
I was in a trance
Lost in space
I never wanted to kill it all
Blood spilled on the wall
Spraying shame – afraid to fall
Kill it all – kill it all
Burning I fall away again
Into the holes of
Transgression –
Tempered in the trepidation and
Pain
Tampering with the heavenly
Justice – maddening us to the core
Pain is what we want
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