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Infinite Potential

Embrace your infinite potential. 

Infinite potential 
By Michelle Morris
04/03/2023

Stand right where you are
And realise this precious moment
You are in the midst of magic
The Universe and infinite potential

Limitless possibilities
Time flowing through your veins
Energy in motion
It will never come again

Like a river flowing to the sea
Like a tear flowing down your cheek
Like a shooting star across the night sky
Like a snowflake floating on the breeze 

Nothing is forever
But nothing is ever gone
It's all happening at once
And yet never happening at all

For we cannot be a witness
To every single moment
We are the sun in our own way
We create love and life and blindness

Everything is perception
Everything is perspective
Everything is possible
If you can believe in its potential

So, stand right where you are
And realise this precious moment
You are a brilliant part of it all
The Universe's magic and miracles 

© Michelle Morris, 2023
Form: Rhyme


Scars of a Woman

The bruises and burns 

From her cooking and washing pots and pans 

Her former hands, so dainty and soft 

Have now become coarse and calloused 



Scars from knives on her hands and her thighs 

Cuts from slicing dicing and splicing 

Several produce and foods to provide nourishment for you 

Yet you disregard her efforts and don't appreciate her when due 



Wives, daughters and sisters everywhere 

We were always seen as the 'weaker sex'

But we rose and fought our best 

To be admired and looked upon with respect.



We succeeded and made the world realise 

That women aren't only knowledgable kitchen-wise 

We have gifts talents, achievements and dreams 

Which makes the world better more than. those can believe.



Happy Women's day to all my wonderful females

We are worth more than rubies and are as competent as the males 

I'm proud of all of you for the battles you fought 

Let your smile shine brightly like a beacon come forth.





Happy Women's Day
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Re-Cognition

During lucid dreams, we respond
without forging therein a bond
with any creature, place or thing,
nonchalant to what thought streams bring.

Awake within the dream, we’re still,
playing our role, as of God’s will;
although ego trace does remain,
our childlike heart is free from stain.

Waking state’s another matter,
for here there’s endless mind chatter;
an organic form that decays,
nudging us toward wayward ways.

Our soul’s fault line is attachment,
veiling true-self, luminescent.
Ego anchors us in darkness,
until we choose void of stillness.

Sans fears and desires, ego dies,
freeing us from this world of lies,
as we realise who we are,
knowing God’s within, not afar.

Getting to this recognition 
simply requires thought cessation,
whereupon bliss pervades our form,
as a benign magnetic storm.

19-April-2022
Form: Verse

Burning Angel

Like all the fools before me and the blind that wait their turn.
Ive been to play within my hell and watched an angel burn.
The contrast of such beauty on a once angelic face,
Now the grimace of such evil killing all to win the race.
I treated her like royalty as if she wore a crown,
Looking back i realise i was just a courtroom clown.
The signs were there ,
I didnt care,
Blinded without sight.
I dealt the jack and got it back,
Then lost the final fight.
Even now i catch my thoughts drifting into space,
I pull back in to realise that im smiling at her face.
The lonesome touch or passing glimpse would make me feel so high.
The only comfort left now is in my tears each time i cry.
Like all the fools before me and the blind that wait thier turn,
Watch how love can make you whole,
 And watch how angels burn.
Form:

Adults at the park

A warm summer day
Possible light spray
Hand in hand
Staring at the sand

A gentle stroll
Eyeing the big poll
Through the gate of destiny 
The excitement and the chemistry

Grasping for the handlebar
Hand sliding down the cold bar
Rocking back and forth
From south to north

Backside clasped so tight
No chance of a big fright
Mouth open and so happy
Making daddy a happy chappie

Run grab the chain
Feel of rubber so plain
A gentle push
Feeling the rush

Legs flying so high
Going faster like a fly-by
Back down to pick up speed
Careful not to fall and bleed

Jump and land in the pit
Searching hard admiring the split
Hands playing deep inside
Make her more bug eyed

Finally grabbing the bucket
Not resisting the need to suck it
Filling that deep hole
Like a game of whack a mole

A leap up hands lifting up the prize
Happiness fills the glistening eyes
A lift up legs spread
Climbing on the bridgehead 

Clambering through the tunnel
Loving the idea of a pummel 
Making it high and to the top
Ready for the massive drop

A slip and slide is all it takes
For a girl to have the shakes
A frictionless fall so fast
Has left her aghast 

Next to grab the tall pole
A hard grip around the bean pole
Legs wrapped around so tight
Hitting the ground eyes bright

The day is done legs so tired
Loving all I have acquired 
Time to go and have a rest
And realise I have been blessed
© Andy DW  Create an image from this poem.


Professional Psychology

I can see it in your eyes 
your brain ticks over 
search supplies 
the lie with fall cover 
Because mother always used to say be aware of those around you 
their reaction to your actions giving clues how to act with them 

so I did but it didn’t flick the impulse switch off 
appearing distant as if I don’t look 
assured I wasn’t tell me off believing I wasn’t 
yell at me too need to look already was 

now I looked hard saw what I shouldn’t 
suddenly impulse takes control 
I look so quickly at lying eyes behold 
dishonesty or truth the 2 sights sold

see through whilst my impulse confuse 
actions speech diverting you
insults words no filter just blurt 
yet within all this I still observe

every week my psychology observed 
experts spoke to my parents helped me learn 
conversations of why I don’t concentrate and learn 

adhd gave me selective interests 
psychology one where calories invest 
I was impressed my hyper mind never rests 
find focus and psychology progressed 
disguised by impulse so natural 
paying attention looking as though I wasn’t at all 

made me realise I’m unreadable 
and it confuses so learnt to use this tool 
random strange so you can’t work out my brain 
I'm looking insane whilst I calculate game 

focus on situations 
knowing their intentions 
what motivated seeing their options 
string the circumstances 
how and what is their rewarding destination to pace on 
leave no chances I'm ahead 
stop them became so good tease and seem close no problem 

make them a fool 
you think I’m cruel 
avoiding a brawl 
make them look small, 
them target me retardently, 
but I’m weird cus I get psychology 
so I fight physical now psycho probably, 
but if men didn’t challenge my alpha status 
I would live normally, 
it’s them but you blame me not their insecurities.

I was 7 or 8 when I first learnt psychology
smart people only use it in defense you see
If I see scum manipulate for selfish gain
I beat them at their own game
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

I'll be the one you'll miss

Written for all people who are sick of being treated badly. Particularly kind people like Lightworkers and Empaths. 

If they don't appreciate your presence, you may need to teach them about your absence. 

Everyone deserves to be treated with dignity, kindness and respect. 

I'll be the one you'll miss
By Michelle Morris 
22/11/2024

You say you're not trying to push me away
And yet your behaviour pushes me towards the door
You say that you don't need me 
Yet it's oh so convenient when I help without being implored 

Are you really that self-absorbed 
That you don't see the warning signs?
Are you so ultra self-assured 
That you think you'll get someone better in time?

I don't think you realise that 
I'm one of the few who'd put up with you 
All your strange behaviour 
Mixed signals and little untruths 

I had hoped that we'd become friends 
But I guess I have my answer 
I've just been wasting my time here 
Being used because you're a chancer

You don't appreciate my presence 
So I guess I'll teach you about my absence 
You'll be wondering what the hell happened 
When there's no one to deal with your lapses 

And when you see me leave for good 
Don't be surprised when your World crumbles
You'll no longer be under my protection 
My Angel Light will be gone and you'll stumble 

Don't feel sorry for yourself then
Because Karma can be a little mean
It's going to royally kick you down 
Put you in your Cosmic place for real

And when you're down there in the Dirt 
Or drowning in the Dark Abyss
Know this my fickle little man 
That I'll be the one you'll miss

© Michelle Morris, 2024
Form: Rhyme

The Covid History of Australia Ii

The Australian National Plan makes no common sense,
Are these people really that dense? 
All of them are lying about the vaccine
It does not stop you for getting covid 19
They are using apartheid against the unvaxxed 
To push more people into getting the covid vax.

Restaurants, bars and gyms will be open to the vaccinated
But closed to those who decide to remain unvaccinated
Their lies are evil misinformation
That will eventually destroy the nation
and the politician's own reputations. 

People will need to get boosters soon
and so will their kids, if they want to go to school
Eventually they will realise that the vaccines do not work
and they will ask question and revolt like the others 
who they called conspiracy theory lovers.

This world has lost the plot
driven by the rich who want more 
when they already have the lot
they will try to use this opportunity to take control
of your very mind and soul

BLM got rid of racism, or pretended to anyhow.
only to bring in vaccism, and vaccine passports. A whoa
It is so misconceived and evil
These politicians are nothing but weasels.
That are causing a misinformed divide like apartheid.

The unvaccinated lepers
are the extreme right wing element
or so we are told
they are antivaxxers too
Listen to them and you are all bloody fools
And that is why you require government.

Take the Jab.
If you go to Bunnings you get a free snag?  
Get a vaccine passport to travel
Hit the road, flick that gravel
Do what you are told and you will be okay
But only if they say.

You will lose your identity
When you use a vaccine passport
They will control all amenities
reward you and punish you as they please
All with the greatest of ease.
Form: Rhyme

Breakthrough

Piano ballad. Hold on to your hope and your breakthrough. 

Breakthrough
(We're all trying)
By Michelle Morris
31/10/2022

There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by

But all you see
Is the movie in your head
You're second-guessing
Every single step you took

You're wondering 
If his confession
Was the only betrayal
In his little black book

Chorus:
We're all trying to find the answers
We're all trying to find the truth
We're all trying to overcome hurt
We're all waiting for a breakthrough

We're all trying to find the love here
We're all trying to find a little warmth
We're all trying to hold on to hope
We're all trying to find Heaven on Earth
(End Chorus)

You've been thinking
About your entire relationship
Wondering if everyone
Knows about his lies

Searching for the clues
That you realise you'll never find
You feel like you were blind
Not seeing the truth each time 

You feel like you are lost
Not listening to your soul
You feel like you'll be stuck here
Until the snow falls down on you

Chorus

But look around and see
That the birds still sing 
In the trees of this park you know
Feel the love that's there for you

Feel the compass within you
It will guide you through this time
Find your own North Star
A path to call your own 

Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you

Chorus

There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by

Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you

But in time you'll have
Your breakthrough
Hold on to your hope
And your breakthrough 

Chorus

© Michelle Morris, 2022
Form: Lyric

Had a Friend Called Foreign

I’m offended you ended our friendship without an incident or chance, you’ve change your view of me but how when there’s been no me to see, wrong end of the stick and we unclip a drunken message opinions flip no interaction no investigation just assume the worst and leave me stressing, you forgot me and press on won’t accept you got the wrong impression think less of me without me present how can you not even question things I've unrested wings thought wrestling, what the hell did I even do, I was loyal I was true, why I lost you I have no clue, you were the only one took me serious while the disloyal rest found it hilarious, they head messed and you became best, I guess to you I was less I  never had a friend mean so much, and friend you were, always was, and you stopped talking to me because.....? "true" friend darked me, true friend hardly, so unheartly parted, we were like family, now can’t stand me, just left with no understanding, one by one I lost all those close, and all because how I was treated, now I'm living life a ghost, living your life with our friendship deceased, it’s not fair that you ignore me give no chance or reason for it, I'm left stood with no idea why our friendship disappeared. Treated away the head can’t mend, it’s just sly you didn’t even say goodbye I guess I’m just a nasty guy with no desire to be alive, would help if you tell me why? You aint the first to desert I, is that what I deserve ay, the day I die won't be my worst day, do you even realise you hurt me, guess I'm not worthy, I don't know love I just know hurting, and I didn't go loopy I was under the influence unusual and loosely tuned in but you didnt ask if I was ok, so I havent changed there is no difference, you just assumed, now it can't ever be resumed, I did nothing and I feel doomed, was I not nice too you, don't do that to anyone else or wonder why I've mental health
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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