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Nobody thought what causes the destructive force
of an hurricane in hot summer months, one thing
we can't deny is Nature rebelling against Man;
Harvey is followed by Irma, others will arrive soon.
A fierce wind bending and cracking palm trees
blows away rooftops, traffic signs and lampposts,
we build and rebuild in the same spot hoping
that he next one won't be as wild as he last one.
Our prayers are vain, God is not listening
to our desperation, we all are to blame;
we forget Him when times are good,
and invoke Him when tragedies strike;
the devil laughs and dances seeing our vanity
and foolishness, and in these he greatly rejoices.
Another full moon in September will allow tides to rise,
and they will rise ten feet high and flood streets, avenues
and boulevard and wipe out what was built to withstand
any storm, but not hurricanes of this unimaginable magnitude.
Defiant people choose to stay and ride out the fierce hurricane
and behind bordered windows and doors...will they beat it or die?
Mostly likely, they'll be drowned without a chance to be rescued,
the aftertmath is indescribable: wreckage and death everywhere.
Written on 9/10/2017
It was amazing seeing you..
Altogether the time passes swiftly by
Can you remember the first night
When all was silence in the room beneath the broken moon
Wishing and remnicing that the pain felt had never been there
I miss seeing your bright smile
Watching the leaves fall from the divine mountain.
Together we danced with the moon and sang with the sun
Alas the mortal compass passes time all too soon
The leaves on the immortal mountain freeze with the song of chaos
Don't you know it was amazing knowing you.
Wishing for the dream on the bright moon
Dancing with the drunken immortal
Hanging onto broken red threads of Lao Yue
Even as the paradise crumbles.
It was amazing knowing you.
All at once a thousand miles a hundred years pass and the the voice I longed for is heard in the silence.
At once the immortal palace is rebuild, and the frozen leaves thaw to bloom into the spring.
If we stopped fighting with Iraq
If we stopped fighting with Iran
If we stopped Impeaching Trump
If we turned our backs on war.
We could fight to save our planet
we could stand both proud and happy
with our leaders right and happy
build desalination plants for deserts
Using waste and fertilizer to reclaim
the arad land, to make countries
lush and lovely to make families a home
we could stand and work together
We could stand and work together
in the war to save our land
Awar of working people as they fight
both hand in hand to make a better planet
with jobs throughout the land
increased our space research
take robots into space
don't need to waste our human live's
If robots harvest metals
and humans operate
from ground-based signal lines
forget about sweet star-trek
We do not need that speed
can build new homes on planets
the moon and mars agreed
using robots over time
We could start by build buildings
using robots that don't breath
we could then start growing plants
using robots to plants seed
Taking time we could build
everything that any man would need
stand proud of what we're doing
stand proud and shout and rave
We could build a better planet
with investment let us path
the war-torn ravaged countries
create the farms and homes
building them new empires
as one united thrown
let's rebuild the shops the factory's
but not with thoughts of charity
Create the work for them to have
let them stand proud and strong
change the focus from our wars
and build the living song
The movies stars and people
could stand up hand and hand
singing praise through-out the world
for the work that we are doing
to make countries good and strong
with the land reclaimed from deserts
we build and grow the trees
to build houses' for the people
where they would love to be
all our people can be working
all our people can have jobs
if we'd only work together
In a world full of love
where we stop the war and fighting
and fight to save our land
to provide the love and laughter
with our children hand in hand
Atonement
By Michelle Morris
23/11/2022
Atonement seems to be this very heavy memory
Of this cross you carried for so many years
We both know that you crossed the line
Destroyed my trust and burned my smile
It took me decades to rebuild my sense of instinct
To move in circles of humanity without flinching
And you think that because you felt guilt and suffered
That it is enough for me to let you back into my world
I have forgiven you and have moved on with my life
I don't need to move on with you in its path
Atonement is the making of amends
It cannot demand forgiveness or friendship as its end
You need to forgive yourself and learn the lessons
You need to accept that a broken relationship needs its endings
We can move on in our separate spheres
You can do your thing and I can't be near
For as much as I can forgive, the memories live on
And I would prefer distance as atonement's song
Put down your cross; learn, grow and do better
Make every effort to love and nurture your relationships
Let your soul be lightened by your learnings
May your best atonement be that you're a better person
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I walked inside my burning home,
Gave him a second chance.
Where even the welcoming doormat now,
frowned upon my glance.
Broken glass, a shattered sea,
Hopes and light that blinded me.
It was a fire wild, I mistook for fairy light’s gleam,
Oh, how ignorant I was in my day dream.
The doorknob jammed; banging was heard; desperate demanding now turned into a plea!
History to repeat itself, time's cruel decree.
Steps I took, a journey in vain,
Plotting my doom, trading in myself for endless pain.
The place we laughed I cherished,
Thereafter life turned nightmarished.
Where I thought memories sat,
In that same blazing smoke, all my hopes fell flat.
Rebuild darling! I tried; to regain what once was dear,
But destiny's hand, a circle of life I fear.
A known’s shove back into the fiery pyre,
I rose again, this time no quenched desire.
Realisation dawned upon me,
No soul can be sought twice in a body free.
A burning house, not home, alas I see,
Illusions shattered, not me but at least my darling daughter was set free.
History sounds – billions of muffled voices, vying to be heard.
The loudest ones rise to the top, while others are doomed to silence.
But even among those heard and remembered,
We will never truly know them.
We may gather their notes and letters,
Dig up their dusty bones,
Resurrect their hopes and fears,
Rebuild their childhood homes,
Learn of their loves and failures;
But this past we piece together,
Like a giant jigsaw puzzle,
Will never be complete,
For the person will always elude us.
We will never see the world as they did,
Or feel the ebb and flow of their culture;
Never carry the weight of their conscience,
Or know the depths of their convictions.
Though science brings us ever closer,
It can never truly take us there,
For the world once known to them can never speak;
It must lie muted, still and dead,
Haunting us with piecemeal truths,
That can never again be made whole.
" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination...".
Too hesitant to enter,
I pause and ponder:
is this a place of wonder?
What tempts me to open it?
Is it curiosity or desire,
and what lies beyond it?
The aged brown door decorated with brass painted in black,
has a distinctive Gothic style of a house of prayer standing yards from the bay;
will I find in the rear an altar made of marble
with an angel on each side guarding off evil?
Once inside that mysterious chapel, where monks venerated God, I must
follow it to where it leads me, neither fear nor superstition can frighten me!
If it has no bell-tower, where are the bells? Were they stolen to make swords?
Was it destroyed by fire or by the enemy who was a heartless infidel?
It could be rebuilt and brought to the lost splendor of those amazing ages,
and to rebuild it from the ashes, only faith can induce such an ambitious will...
could I envision, perhaps a little too early, what a glorious sight it would be?
And if peace is found here, I will dwell in it as they did praising God indefinitely.
Written By Andrew Crisci for Constance La France's Contest,
" Three Gems "
Form: Rhyme
Written on 7/31/ 2011
Deadline: Sunday August 20, 2011
Burn out doesn’t take a day off
It would be so easy to take off
Honestly I’m so bored of life
Regularly dream of the afterlife
I don’t want to wake up every morning
Always feeling I am performing
All day on autopilot
I wish life could be boycott
Depression running through my veins
Feels like my brain is wrapped in chains
The weight of the world is suffocating
The pressure so debilitating
Never a day without being anxious
Every task so thankless
All day all night so exhausted
Never a feeling of being supported
Living a full life of isolation
Fighting for a stable foundation
Even family causes such stress
Making me collapse into a complete mess
Other peoples actions making me down
Every hour feels like a beat down
All situations so powerless
Makes my knackered mind compress
My thoughts out of control
Impossible to calm and console
Tension headaches so crushing
For the outside knows nothing
Everyday is more overwhelming
Hurt and betrayal is self blaming
Through the day is just an act
The very next day I might of cracked
Not easy to not feel hopeless
Or have enough energy to refocus
Instead an uncontrolled outburst
To cement the feeling of being cursed
The crushing feeling from beyond
Should make me flee and abscond
Instead I face the mundane
And develop severe chest pain
Everyday is one of dread
In the hope I’ll just drop dead
Continue with life and be unfulfilled
For one day there maybe a chance to rebuild
Looking upon walls of life
Shining beyond the mark
With inspirational decorations
Enlivening treasures in you,
To eliminate doubts around you
And rise to the occassion
When disaster is plotting comeback
Making you winner in the territory
Looking through walls of life
Aching to revive your soul,
Resists winds of demoralization
And unburden yourself spiritually
From secrets clouding your judgement
Making you chase the wind
Becoming endless seeker
Looking onto walls of life
Plotting to overcome every barrier
By finding safety under His wings
Live to lift yourself against all odds
Rebuild self-esteem
And flourish like the ocean
Becoming winner in war against failure
Rebuilding
By Franklin Price
10/12/2017
Rebuilding all, is what we do
We did it after World War Two
Rebuilt Japan and Germany
And they had been our enemy
All their basics mostly done
Brought them back, it wasn't fun
It cost a lot of cash to do
To bring them back, their lives renew.
Now we find ourselves today
Hurricanes have come our way
Our islands now, we must restore
Nature did it, not a war.
Situation dire, and yet we fret
What about their present debt?
It's about the peeps, not politics
We're acting like a bunch of pricks
Puerto Rico, ruined, there you see
They are our own, not enemy
Must bring them back, again as new
That's the least that we should do
It's the people, not the government
The hurricane has come and went
If they had elected you,
There's nothing that you wouldn't do
If the media is telling lies
About withdrawing, I despise
all them, and their hate for you
You can't do that, if it is true
We must rebuild our island lands
Slammed by the eye and outer bands
Now's not the time to think of debt
Congress could pay, with graft, I'll bet