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Travel the pathway of my life,
Read the letters written in thoughts untold,
Bold memories and precious joys,
Inspirations who reveal my heart’s silence,
Mixed with rhythms of grace, hope and peace
Feelings who tempt souls to believe…
Yes, this is the moment when I feel gentle relief,
Wonderful that can amaze, wisdoms
Falling in waves, on seas of yesterdays,
Before I knew the way toward home, the way…
Through lights who silence and calm,
Soothing away shadows with a beautiful,
Resilient, brave enough to ride on the storm,
Inspiring the songs that are ever born
From tenderness, undefeated and believing…
Journey the trails who pass over the night,
Leaving reflections of stars glistening so alive,
Filling the heavens, erasing shadowy skies,
Promising moon’s flow will ever quiet the fear,
Rousing floods of feeling, glowing
Resting on the mountains and revealing all the hope
Discovered inside prayers who rightly believe…
Oh, yes, this is the grave of doubt and defeat,
Trapped in the struggle with misery so weak,
Echoing fragments of former dreams,
Lasting promises who bring the dread relief,
Desperate darkness who claims passion’s wings,
Grieving the spirit who will ever believe…
Speak of the endless moments we laugh,
Foretelling the joy, the elation, the gladness,
Glistening like dew on the rose’s frail shadow,
Welcoming the seasons with all their genius,
Shrewdly painting the memories with gentle stirrings,
Lingering on the kindness’, the victories, the silent winds
Who upset the oaks and pines, leaving gusts of joy behind,
Remembering the crackle of leaves as they embrace the earth,
Persuading the breathless kisses of autumn’s finger,
Gripping the heart, convincing even harvest time to keep believing..,
Yes, oh yes… just believe and don’t doubt
Believe in His kindness, His compassion and the reminder
That this is a love far stronger, far surer, far more alive
Than any power on this earth! Just believe in the One
Who lived and died and is awaiting those who hear His voice
In His heavenly home, where those who believe will one day go!
Never stop believing… He is forever forgiving and He is forever giving!
His saving grace is still open to those who simply believe HIM!
The light
By Michelle Morris
05/03/2022
The light is coming and it is me
I am the light, and the light is in me
For light is in all things big and small
The light is necessary to dispell evil
Light and dark, there's always interplay
Light and dark, matter and creation
Dark and light, energy and force
Dark and light, revealing sides of laws
For the light is everywhere
Being chased by the dark
The shadows and the secrets
Of the Universe's spark
The light is here, the light is in us
We're entrusted by God to do what is right
For no matter the situation, we know it in our souls
We're all interconnected to create a light that is holy
© Michelle Morris, 2022
(do bed bugs eat beds)
I can’t shut my eyes at night
Delving deep in the darkness
Slight splinters of light
Revealing the shapes of my room
But still my eyes seek deeper
Let there be grotesques and horrors
Rip me from my slumber
Tear my shreds to shreds
Let me feel the sickly breath of a non thing
As it gnarled smile boasts rows of teeth
Close enough to claw and scrape the skin from my bones
Take me to your deranged dwelling
Where I dangles as your meat
The darkness fizzes with hints of grizzled greys
Tired now struggling eyelids close unfettered
Sleep that hopes for an end
but it won’t
it’s the groaning, spoken
a feeling, bleeding, bruising
remembering the broken
silence in the heart who’s losing
it’s the story, unfolding
dark as a shadow, stolen
by the ghostly, scolding
even my breath is swollen
it’s the distance between hope
and the futility of grave doubting
oh, if only I knew how to cope
how my soul is shouting!
it’s the color, gray and bleak
too weary for salty tears I weep
a godforsaken place within, so weak
feelings this alive never come cheap
it’s the still of a quiet dawn
birds are chirping, so very calm
how is it, grief-stricken, I feel more like a pawn
than one who finds solace in the psalm
it’s the river bursting with grief
revealing revulsions, blinded by panic
gossamer stories will bring no relief
everywhere the skies look dark and manic
it’s the moment when I feel cursed
by the illness, growing dread and gloom
this endless shock – I’ve gone in headfirst
without hearing the One who arose from the tomb…
it’s His light, His gentling, His grace
that frees my soul so I know I can wait
beyond the fear that’s silenced by His embrace
I know that His love will surely resonate
Within my spirit, where I feel the flow
blessing away the fear that vexes my soul,
there is a glorious light that helps me to grow
despite the worries that cannot make me whole
Within my spirit, where love is gently noted
there is a part of me that praises Him for gifts
beyond what I can explain – I am so devoted
to this loving God whose kindness gently lifts.
it’s not that my fears are erased, but they’re moved
from the shadows of doubt and confusion,
to the background, without sound, where He proved
love is stronger than any fear or disillusion!
In hues of love, like a silence
Flowing through rich, vibrant hearts
Appearing to smile, like secrets
Erasing every darkness with faith
Enduring even the heartless, with hope
Who knows the spirit of love, the
Soul who is light, reflecting in the air
Grace who believes – His way
Is the way toward our greatest peace
His way – is the way
Faith and sweetest intimacy
With the Creator, the Maker
Who brought tenderness, gentling
The darkness with starlight shimmering
Through the oaks and elms,
Spoiling shadows with laughter,
Serenity that abides in dreams,
Coloring the quiet, tones of truth,
Arising from the fires, burning
Away temptation and stirring the promises
Edged with salvation’s assurance
The wisdom that comes from knowing
His way – is the way to glory, to gaining
The hope that comes from believing
In a God who is alive and revealing
Love that never ends, love that always
Fulfills each need with compassion
In dusty, faded caresses
Affection grows, giving the thoughts
Promises to kiss away doubt,
Free the broken and heal every fear
Wiping away every…
Silent pain, screaming…,
With assurance that this love
…. This love is so very real!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: 3.) Silent Pain, Screaming
November 13, 2022
That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away
along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed
wires and split hairs, the roads once forked, are starting to merge.
Somehow my plain palette is mixing anew with tie-dye swirls and splashes
of violet. Droplets of blue and burning sunset reds brighten my easel.
I exhale now, with you.
With you, my inside is out.
My body makes new shapes with you.
With you, youthful songs grow a new nostalgia.
My ball of string, the twine once wrapped and noosed within,
is dangling
in a breeze
lightly dancing.
And all this because you held my hand.
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Creeping on my windowpane
peek into my heart, them I refuse
Awake, I fear their unknown recluse
They wind my shivering fears in threads
and let them curl till they squeeze to last bead
haloed drops disperse from my window
my anxieties engulfed afloat like paper boats
spiral dreams bubble from the breeding-box valley
my room lit with their playful exuberance
Ah! One tendril I catch at last y
It lends me a hand to ascend l
we swivel from bedside and f
Afar, bursting light brewing hope
across the county line
Rhapsody of enchanting mid nights
the old gatekeeper that sings
white patches melt in golden hues
dreams tiptoe through mauve skies
treasures of crimson opera, I unlock
memories blush revealing dim chandeliers
they become more mine than I am
then lull me to sleep as I release
the effervescence dancing to beats
in the ballroom of my subconscious mind
like reclined paper planes in azure clouds
that spiral love on their paper boats
as snowflakes in the city that never sleeps
June 10, 2020
Spiral Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
~Premiere Contest Winner: 1st Place
Preface: " To see what others see in us is the greatest learning experience and the beginning of wisdom".
I see you and you see me
Ah how perfect it would be if you could only see you the way I do.
Although the eyes see, it is my soul that see you the way I do.
The eyes play a part as does the heart,
The ears can hear unable to make clear
Yet, it is the soul that brings this to bear.
I see you and you see me
Ah how perfect it would be if I could only see me the way you do.
Although the eyes see, it is your soul that sees me the way you do.
If we could only see ourselves through the soul of someone else
We would surely come to know how we truly are.
There is nothing so revealing as seeing oneself
Through the eyes of the soul of someone else.
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
—Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven
Just a Minute Too Late
Those inky shadows, follow me,
cleverly devised in the corners
of my inhabitation, without
an invitation. They invest their
horrorfest, sinking into the midnight
hour, draining the color, blinding
the truth, bespeaking of consequences
of staying up just a minute too late.
Is it too late to make a run for it
or will the wall to wall rug,
be pulled out from under, revealing
the form of something alien,
one which my mind can’t fathom,
a phantom, miasmic apparition,
a trick, a trap, a rapparee of Poe?
A human silhouette, a living doll, a dark screen,
abominable creaks and “hoo”s, flickering
bulbs, a hidden troll…
More light, bright enough
to raise the dead, until
the catacomb-storm deadens the source
where you stand, or sit…don’t blink…
you’ve fallen asleep…again and again
waking up with a start,
then to a voice from an unrecognizable throat,
perhaps, the house speaks all by itself.
Silly me, I wake up. The rug’s been rolled back
in place. Only birds tweet, but nonetheless
that relentless silhouette’s still on the wall,
playing it straight…deceptively so.
With our present world encapsulated
In a shell of abject tragedy, it’s becoming
Painfully difficult to pen pleasurable words
Of the beautiful glow of the graces of nature
As that of humankind blooms dark graveness:-
Today, declining humor, splendor, and praising,
Are at their lowest ebb on the shores of time as
Pandora’s Box continues to overflow pandemonium
Leaving us floating in waters of war meandering with
Spewed murdered blood of innocent human life…flowing.
Once again, a devilish power-mongering oppressor
Audaciously justifies mass murdering of women, men,
And their innocent children; mendaciously taking pride
In physical and mental collateral damages excreted by war
In the droppings of cesspool bombings from the butt of hell:-
Yet, despite the present-day earthly living hell
We now find ourselves blistering in, let us not melt
Into apathetic despair and hopelessness; but faithfully
Believe the truth-laden resounding echoing of these words:
“…Whatsoever man soweth, so shall he reap.”
Indeed, let us forever be mindful that in our sojourn here,
“Every event…[challenge]…is a…[revealing lesson]…from God.”
And that each of these events comes with an allegorical message
Which when perceived and understood, we’re again blessed
And become enlightened with divine wisdom and guidance.
May the divine wisdom and guidance reveal unto us,
The foot-printed pathway for us---with no more cheeks
To turn but yet---seek not to become Satan’s little devils;
For the nature and keloid scares of our oppression, reveals
Today, the Devil and his own, indeed “…know what they do.”