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Nothing to prove an existance of Jehovah,
Relevant facts demonstrated on daily account,
Evolution brought men this far,
Scientific and ignorance underline after,
No God,no Jesus nor Holy Spirit amount,
Scriptures are forged and schemed in bar,
Bible is of no use....ancient manuscript pertains it as a diction..
Seven days to work,money is without invalid sheen,
Can't shun my job and attend church service,
Death awaits everyone's levies,
Christ even died if he is even alive....
Why war and terrorism all over if is true there is a God they claim,
I will always fulfill my heart desire since I am who I aim,
Had a convincing dream of horrific....chewed by worms in lake of burning fire and brimestone,
Turned my heart,mind and soul from the world,
Today I'm cloned,
New creation as old things far expelled,
New things at mode,
Declaring the words of the LORD in the land of the living,...forever I live,
The fools say in their hearts there's a short road.
They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind
In the infinite cosmic silence, rivers of boundless thoughts flow,
We lose ourselves in waves of illusions, calling forth the shadows of past time,
We are but a dream floating on the eternal ocean of pure being,
In the depths of the soul, there is no separation, only eternal flow,
Everything is now and here, a dance of the moment revealing itself,
We are merely the echo of a boundless existence, without form,
In the mysterious symphony of life, there is no separate entity,
We are part of the living current of the universe that knows no end,
There are no problems, only illusions unraveling under clear sight,
We are dreamers embracing shadows, finding light in the darkness,
There is no hidden witness in the depths, only a dance of pure energy,
The story of our lives is a spark in the imagination of eternity,
Everything is a dream, nothing is real, just a play of light and shadow,
Consciousness is a chimera, a whisper of thoughts that never sets,
Duality is part of this murmuring of the mind that never stops,
There are not two, just one whole, a nothing that is born and disappears continuously,
The Seen is the very Seeing, which can never reach to touch itself,
There is no other, only the eternal reflection of the universe in ourselves,
And we are not alone, for we are part of an unbounded whole,
A river of light winding through the darkness of eternal existence.
You are loved and blessed. Your worth is not dependent upon anyone or anything. Shine and believe in yourself. You're a star.
Memories from 2021:
I've written a number of poems, including this one, in support of anyone who has experienced bullying or ill treatment. Remember that you are stronger than you know and that you deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.
Let's be kind to one another. Love, light and blessings.
P. S. Please feel free to share this with anyone who may benefit from it.
And still I rise...
By Michelle Morris
01/02/2021
You foolishly thought that you could put me down; and you foolishly thought that I would stay there...
And you thought that you were stronger than me;
That you could use brute force or even mind games to make me kneel before you...
But I am powerful -
I am a woman unleashed and free;
And I will continue to rise and stand tall, because
That's my destiny...
And still I rise, like the sun does every day -
And still I thrive despite every obstacle you put in my way...
Because I am a goddess for all time -
There is nothing and no one that can ever tame my spirit or hold me back from becoming all that I am capable of being and achieving...
And still I rise...
You can't stop me...
And still I thrive...
Because I am free...
And still I rise...
Eternally...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
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In the attic of the mind, where dust is made of whispers,
I found a book whose spine had never cracked~
its pages stiff with sleep, its ink still dreaming.
Chapter One began with half a sentence,
trailing off like train smoke in the wind.
Chapter Two was just a stain of coffee,
a ghost of something bitter, almost sweet.
And there, between the lines I couldn’t read,
my fingers brushed a footnote, soft as moth wings:
This is where you left the words you meant to say.
I held it up—the whole thing sighed apart,
scattering syllables like startled sparrows.
Hope and Faith
With my body suffering from acute pains
After a fall on a slippery floor,
With the back hitting against the footsteps
And several ribs fractured at the core
Sleep becomes utterly vain,
Conflicting thoughts and clashing concepts
Invariably invade my mind,
The days seem to be dull, dreary and long,
Hardly inner peace I can find
And only wish my course not to prolong.
But the mind, after deliberations,
Counsels me not to forsake hope,
Not to give way to emotions
Nor a dark despair to adopt
But to cherish and nurture hope
As it is the effulgent light
That keeps the spirit ever bright,
Spurs man to rise up if he falls,
To move ahead to reach his real goal
And mark his imprint in the human scroll.
Hope enshrines a positive attitude,
Helps to discern the bright side of life
Relieves man from obnoxious solitude,
Assuages his arduous daily strife
And lends a hand to restore one`s health,
The most precious gift in the world
Which no amount of treasures or wealth,
And not even the rarest of pearls,
Can retrieve for one striving for a last breath
And who maintains hope at arm`s length.
Yet a low voice deep from my inner self
Extols the the virtues of faith in the Lord
As faith in the Lord is faith in oneself
And not to think of the Lord we can`t afford;
He cares for us in ways we can`t believe,
Extends His hands to temper our downfall,
Works out wonders our pain to relieve
And showers His grace on us if we call
On Him with wilful faith and devotion
And with resolute determination.
By Krishnanand Guptar
Choose charming cruise
Up urgent use
Flame fiery fuse
Now nimbles note
Dying day dotes
Ready rates rote
Give glance grand good
Feed finesse food
Mind maelstrom mood
Bear blossom brood
Urge understood
Hide hideous hood
Need nurtures need
Feed follows feed
Seed prospers seed
Joy juices jam
Cruise cunning camp
Deep dreary dam
Touch tensile thrill
Grim giver grills
Pop pleasing pill
Pad purpose play
Prime passion pays
Proof puns prized prey
Meet mighty mood
Feel funny food
Bear burdens' brood
Please peel prime press
Apt aim address
Cup clear compress
Deign deeper dove
Laugh lively love
Attend above
Leon Enriquez
30 Apr 2014
Singapore
Exhales, crackles and gasps ,
jumping hairs and sickening visions as the wind whistled pass;
a quiet question knocks the door of my mind, who am I?
Picture me in a yellow sun dress, head up, confident and proudly African.
I sway effortlessly through a field of red roses with my nigro hair struggling to flow in the dry wind.
I looked happy with my wide black nose glistening in the solar heat.
Above me was a clear blue sky with floating mushroom clouds ready to pop and
a sun peeping through, like God’s eye on man.
I inhaled the dry dusty harmattan breeze, laid back on the dark brown soil and watched black kites fly,
then, a thunder rumbled in a distance and it began to rain.
The rain washed the colour off the flowers, turned the sky grey.
I was left running to find a cave, but everywhere was open, and nowhere to stay,
so I let the drops of acidic rain, turn me white and my identity fades.
Trapped in my mind, taking refuge from scurge who annoy me.
Mouths move, words understood but sentences simply defeat me.
Over my head like live ammunition a garbled blurb shoots out a round.
The talk I hear must be important from the nods and expressions I see.
I try to engage, say something clever but I'm out of my depth in this room.
All eyes on me, "be confident man" my inner self tells my good self.
So I speak of the graphs and figures projected but have no idea what they mean.
A silence then follows, then a few nods, nobody in this room has a clue.
It's full of hot air, boardroom bravado and who can talk the most gibberish.
With poker faces and arrogance aplenty my time in that room makes me sick.
The nausea continues week after week, next time I'm chairing the Board!
'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell,
No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell.
Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer?
Would I have to drown them out, with too much beer?
The smile and wave diversion has limited worth?
How long can my mirth defray my feeling good dearth?.
I flit like a butterfly, I sting like a bee.
But, my hands can't hit what my eyes can't see.
It's all so jovial, with all folks tongues tied.
Letting slip barbs tongue-in-cheek that lied.
Lips forced into clenched fist clamped smiles.
With forget-me-knots shrouded as wait-a-whiles.
The reindeers were laughing, stopping on the roof,
as I downed another draught of whiskey high-proof.
A hangover is a sure-fire cure to help me cope,
with the downhill slide to the slippery slope.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm awake,
fearing the family feud sparring earthquake.
My mind is churning over past disputes, give-and-take,
and how to avoid ruining the day with a silly mistake.