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Strength is through conquering our deepest darkness and demons.
Madoda Jack Thank you for your inspiration. Never forget your strength. Blessings, love and light.
Strength
By Michelle Morris
15/02/2023
Strength is through
Conquering our darkness
Conquering our demons
Conquering our fears
Strength is not acquired
Easily or through comfort
It is not pleasantly won
It is not a pageant or gift
It is the deep, hard and difficult
Soul grinding efforts
We make through the abyss
Through the darkest of nights
It is a blessing and a curse
For the blessing can make us stronger and kinder
The curse can make us harder and cynical
We choose the outcome every time
For strength requires courage
To face our fears and have faith
To face down our demons and win
To face our darkness and shine through
For strength requires hope
That we are stronger than we realise
That we have a future to fight for
That we are capable of overcoming challenges
For strength requires love
Love for, and acceptance of, ourselves
Love and respect for our family and friends
Love and compassion for all life and freedom
Strength is through
Nurturing ourselves
Healing ourselves
Embracing our divinity
Strength is acquired
Through consistent effort
By allowing our light to illuminate our souls
By believing in the unseen powers of the Universe
To believe takes strength and courage
And strength is hard won belief
Faith over fear; Light over Dark
The power of Angels over Demons
Strength is acquired through
The good and bad
It is up to us to choose how we use it
And who we will become
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Written ~ December
two thousand seventeen
in case ye dear reader possess
an eye extremely keen
nonetheless just by happenstance
courtesy this human bean
counter, who also happens
tubby garden variety alien.
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmas tree)
starry eyed imagination
as catalyst viz *****Sapiens
furrowed stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)
inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodge podge, mish mashed, helter skelter
eclectic December twenty fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manichaeism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths
brewed nebulous concoction
within mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, whetting
disparate constituent beliefs
contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding
O lady of night,... distant radiant splendor
in your golden castle, echoes of love render
a countenance of silver, in a whisper tender
hushing a cloudy veil, a romantic surrender
where poets in awry, voice a lustrous wonder.
In pageant of stars, a showstopper shines
palisaded halo, a bashful yellow reclines
a nocturnal goddess, daemon wind whines
companionless beauty, no orbit in twines
waxing and waning, wave on wave chimes
medley of lyrics, abode of countless rhymes
phases hide and seek within old paradigms.
O desolate damsel, Who do you watch?
mingled in honey, glowing butterscotch !
syrup of sparkles, her pearly words replied
"Illusion is my drift, darkness a pretender
reflecting my sun, magic of lunatic wines
a voyage of ight years , honeymoon times."
Invisible blemishes , no craters, no notch,
in a black sea, blushed a beauteous bride.
Dated 7th April 2020
rhyme scheme of AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE.
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Minuanetta Poems
Lucent is new light waking laced leaves,
When rays descend upon diamond dew
To thrill every oak, its treeline tinted in gold
By morn’s auroral ambiance; its alchemy--
Beguiling bewitching a pageant of buds :
Sunshine embellishes Sabbath with finery
As dawn spills floral-song along joyous strolls;
This magical beam , a divine moment for mankind
Who hums gracious hymns through early hours…
Praising God’s peace till day breaks into a psalm!
*
Written For Edward Ibeh : Pick A Title; Vol.3 Alliteration
3. 24.2019 *
Facebook flight, a messenger pigeon
Each Pageant shuffles pretty women
Most admired tiara sparkle temporal
Sash off strategic take trick terminal
No need to tweet esteem over media
Stern sensei recites reprimand, sepia
Cyber courier delaying defeat in fury
Gathers fragile artefacts via the jury
Thrown to past season, bent bouquet
Creases curtain backstage, showcase
Effort effected in gloom glows wattage
Wife writes fairytale wedding marriage
Health heralds husband’s regard sole
Seashell static fuzz phases out vitriol
Ocean sunk scroll in bottle, lost title
Cut circuit campaign silences recital
25th January
Objection Overruled
tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal wiseman
punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via sprinkling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant recommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which accepted traditions
controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
Through solstice of cycles, time's pageant greets
a year with springtime quilting a floral crochet,
meandering on a lattice of verdant woodlands
as my Taurus-essence radiates in dazzling splendor...
until in a raw flush, August blazes to flame
a mantle of summer's raw passion; red as jeweled
moonlight brushing torrid flesh in love,
in a heat varnished by undulating sea-waves
through a sweetened curl of a kiss.
Gently, the breeze transforms into minty froth
reflecting the crisp strains of autumnal glow,
when fabric of trees reverses its pattern
from cerise to pale tangerine settling on lane
of reflection, of contentment: and night tucks
a shawl of yin and yan quietude, as if moments
rise and accept the slow exposure
from winter's imperial reign: flakes drifting
in a dance of mild rainstorm and glistened hail,
while my heart awaits Yule's birthing... a circle
of life's seasons embracing the wonder of my world.
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4/08/216
Seasons Contest of Shadow Hamilton
There were two
Acting role written as ‘cool’
One from the first state
Other an empire whose façade outside looks great
Table chances inside the beachside resorts
A drive through free federal highway really short
Rest in peace trip place where it ended
Airline industry needed young American Donald as a defendant
Amusement Pier now a gambling game
Bridge span has Delaware’s Memorial name
A simple river is the gap
Historical fiction worthy for an enemy to be trapped
Sports book came to Joe
Why go to Trump Taj ? “I don’t know!”
Beauty pageant on the seashore NBC Peacock streaming reel
Financial whiz kid authors “Art of the Deal”
Atlantic City Polo League benefit little chukkers
Casino charities benefit from twenty four hour suckers
Joe married University professor
Second Lady Title was how the people address her
Eight years Joe neighbored the White House
Back up commander using the rhetoric computer mouse
Reporting to General Public
Who basically replied, ‘good luck with it’
Today our leaders inform ‘wear a mask’
If going out to do our daily tasks
An invisible bug
Graves could be dug
While POTUS in a war of tug
Wrestling issues
From citizens needing tissues
Trying to survive 2020 summer
Socially honestly is a bummer
We listen to them
Reflecting on freedom invented by Franklin Ben
Hopefully it won’t be as cold
As the winter Valley Forge turnpike toll
Sit back let the revolution scene play out
Then in four years everyone will be able to shout
“GET OUT”
For this pair works for us
And we drive The American Independent Rock Star Bus
If I had a wishing stick I would ask for world peace
The lovely beauty pageant contender said into the mike
Generous generous generous
You are allowed three wishes, the commentator said.
Oh, great! She said. World peace, and I want the unicorns to be freed.
Smart too right?
“Three wishes,” The commentator said while the crowd looked on.
“And I wish the dragons would stop flying and killing people,” she said sagely.
Wow! I began to laugh. The commentator looked stunned and stumped.
She gave her queenly smile and a wave, and trotted back
to her seat in her bathing suit.
Yes, bathing suits are important too in a beauty pageant.
There were four additional finalists. Three said world peace.
Each time they said “world peace” the audience clapped as if they were on fire.
I kept rolling my eyes.
I am wearing a comfortable mumu today. It is ninety outside.
“What would your three wishes be?” The commentator asked.
“I wish to be selfish, to be left alone,
and to have my hair grow out in rainbow colors.”
The audience’s clapping was thunderous.
She was crowned almost instantly.
We are all tired of people lying about wanting world peace I guess.
And who the heck
Does not want their hair to grow out in rainbow colors?
Dictated by the times, I guess,
my youthful dreams would stretch
in stories and imaginings of simple black and white
where heroes and villains stole away the sleep of night.
Those transparent years seemed less aware
of all the efforts in life's translucent fair.
Those were the days of hued monochrome vision
when questions rose in every darkly tinged decision.
Today with colors blended beyond the prime
black and white dreams would be toned a crime
and a myriad of vivid color lay on the artist's palette.
So the colors tend to meld and blend in dreamy flight
as if the sun and moon gave a shaded brilliant light
to the beauty of the mix dyed blushed delight.
Do you dream in color?
Are your nightly escapes dark and shadowed by the drapes?
Fall deep asleep in gold and green discolored fields
with all of your blood and beating heart to yield
to the wonders and the magic once absent
of life colored in its mysterious pageant.