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A friend's niece was diagnosed with brain cancer and the prognosis is dire*. There is no greater loss than the loss of a loved one; especially a young child. I've written this poem as a tribute to her and hope that she will always be remembered in the hearts of her family and friends. We can pray for a miracle but sometimes the Universe has a plan that we can't possibly fathom.
*She sadly passed away in 2020.
The tiny grave
By Michelle Morris
27/04/2020
They sat in the room with silence all around;
The specialist waiting patiently for a response they couldn't find.
How could cancer invade their child of five?
She'd hardly lived before being told she would die.
The treatment options seemed so brutal;
The prognosis poor despite the battle.
What choice could they make
for her best chance?
Delay her death because
without her they wouldn't last?
Only a miracle would save her now;
Praying for her to be healed by heavenly powers;
But when she passed, they were distraught;
Never expecting to survive the awful hurt.
Time doesn't heal all wounds;
They just become a part of you.
People live despite their broken hearts;
And parents keep grieving too.
Over time, the lesson may be revealed;
The evidence why our fates were sealed.
And hopefully we'll understand that,
The universe knows best and how to plan;
For every soul has a set of tests,
And some mean it's time for a soul to rest.
It may take even longer to get in tune
with our futures;
But hopefully in time we'll heal with grace;
And be able to visit the tiny grave and
no longer tearfully remember her face.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
OUR LOVE
Amour
Glamour.
Twin Flame
Soul same.
Our dream
Full brim.
Dense love
Reserved.
No deal
Just thrill.
Slant glance
Romance.
Soft smile
Profile.
French kiss
Deep bliss.
Touch, feel
Love sealed.
Divine
Yours- Mine.
06/26/22
Fifth Place
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
Joyously, I worship You, my God, for Your grace midst my salvation.
With Your justification, You declared me righteous, beyond Satan’s objection…
Your Word wrought my redemption with Your Holy Spirit's conviction
Marking me as Your child due to Your decree of adoption.
Now, I praise* You with triumphant gratitude and jubilation!!!
Gloriously, I worship You, my Lord, for Your power of omnipotent capacity.
By Your transformation might, You are perfecting me toward maturity…
Your victory settled my glorious future, sealed by Your immutability
Making me testify graciously about Your majestic authority.
Now, I praise You, obeying You with Your help that’s mighty!!!
Spiritedly, I worship You, my God, for Your blessings, timely every moment.
In Your generosity, You enrich me, Your heir with steward's commitment…
Your provision-grants supply me along contentment's entitlement
Meeting all my needs against dissatisfaction predicament.
Now, I praise You with all my best offerings of love-driven involvement!!!
*Psalm 109:30 I will greatly praise the LORD with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude.
May 26, 2019
An English village lay at peace
Until that catastrophic day
When flea-infested rolls of fleece
Brought pestilence and death their way.
They heard the village rector say
'No remedy can bring release
In quarantine we all must stay
So that the spread of plague might cease.'
09.02.20
NOTE:
On 1 November 1666 farm worker Abraham Morten gasped his final breath - the last of 260 people to die from bubonic plague in the remote Derbyshire village of Eyam. Their fate had been sealed four months earlier when, after the onset of the plague from flea-infested cloth from London, the entire village made the remarkable decision to quarantine itself in an heroic attempt to halt the spread of the Great Plague.
Inhibitions won't be sealed
when alcohol starts to reveal
Your deeply hidden desires
I need to put out the fires
Your strong drink is finally causing
Please eat something to start pausing
The effects of your choice
You wont listen to a voice
Of reason that is just trying
To keep you from slowly dying
A special friend I knew went down
The wrong path--they never found
Their way out of this despair
Too stubborn to even hear
I know exactly where their headed
Because their consumption led
To a fateful and dark night
I can not repeat the fright
With another reckless friend
Do not let this be the end
Take a moment--slow it down
One more friend laid in the ground
Is more than my heart can take
Do not put your life at stake
By being a dumb a-- fool
I'm about to fight and duel
Grabbing that drink right off you
Look at me and get a clue
Come on lets get out of here
Driving you home I will take care
To make sure you are alright
In your bed you will sleep tight
Tomorrow will be a new day
Sticking by you at AA
I make sure your better
My friendship will help you weather
Any storm that you will face
I'll be the rock that you can brace
If you start to fall and stumble
My caring heart will keep you humble
I always told you “I love you”;
Even our hearts knew
But you rejected and sealed it with glue.
Whenever I called from the hub,
Your phone you set “Do Not Disturb”
Yet I overlooked that snob.
When you needed money,
You’d call me “Sweet Honey”
After receiving, you’d stop being bonnie.
I bought you a flower on Valentine’s day
You told me you’d accept it in May
“Someone else has given me,” you’d say.
So you boomed and zoomed about with him
He at last messed up your gorgeous trim
And then you thought of my lovely dream:
I don’t love you anymore, woman!
Go find another man
I already have my marriage to plan.
Rainstorm in Summer
Appeared tropical scorching summer
burning searing, scalding heat to itch skin
strongly hitting with humid hot hammer.
Angry ambient fiery to shine.
Flamboyant trees glisten on dazzling crimson
Summer breeze throws pollen all around
Scarlet blooms glaze on glossy silk cotton.
Torn petals spin with whirling wind on ground.
Weary birds seek shadow, hardly dare to fly.
take shelter in nest for coolness and rest.
To quench thirst Jacobin cuckoo to cry.
Eager farmer prays for rains to harvest.
Stormy parching weepy wind went hot dry.
Without grass fields get cracked and yielded drought.
Sudden gust with blazing Sun: Dusty sky.
Roaring storm and floating clouds rushed and fought.
Heavy showers brought desired blessing.
Soil is soaked as petrichor-claimer.
Romance roamed to be sealed in deep kissing
on hot welcome of rainstorm in summer.
05/14/19
'Summer Quatrain' Contest by Caren Crutsinger.
On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Five golden rings...
The land flooded cold
In the impeccable hue of winter stones
Snows here and there.
The trees could not but fold
Into beautiful harmless white drones
Plugged into a snow sandwich.
Sounds of chimes: sweet chimes
A voice escape of a stringed Christmas song
Hushed melt of voices' patterns.
Joyful laughters: a joy of times
The bridal train, classic and long
With floras dressed in the garment of green.
The conjugal bliss of the blessed season
The vows and the divine kiss
The dance and a new beginning.
A fulfillment for love reason
A launch into a forever partnership bliss
The covenant godly and ringly sealed.
Five golden rings
Snow here there
Plugged into a snow sandwich
Hushed melt of voices pattern
With floras dressed in the garment of green
The dance and a new beginning
The covenant godly and ringly sealed.
03/12/2013
You came into my life
When I was struggling with the storms,
My eyes were shut,
My breathing was slow,
My lungs were dusty,
There was no glow,
But you,
My heart,
You, you, you,
You embroidered something in my soul,
Something beautiful more than my eyes can speak,
Something dangerous more than my words can decipher,
I thought there was no love until
It was just
You, you, you,
On the tip of my tongue
Like honey flowing from a dipped soulless rose,
I haven't even kissed you,
I wish I could just hold you,
Your hands entwined with my hands
Like blooming ivy sprinkled with crimson roses,
Holding your hand
Is my heaven, my redemption, my sanctuary, my oasis,
My, my, my,
But you are not mine,
My first love,
A rose pendant
That you gave me
It shows my soul
But it doesn't belong to me
It's somebody else's ,
I can't adorn it on my neck,
My fluttering fragile fingers
Unlocked the aureate chain,
My eyes captured it one last time,
My mouth whispered ‘I love you’ to
The core of the rose to
Keep my words sealed sacredly for eternity,
My eyes started raining ragged, rolling tears,
And I threw it away from me,
Far, far away,
In the endless sky,
Into the sea,
It's gone,
It's gone,
But my heart still whispers your name,
I can feel it in my breath,
In my bones,
Like a gush of blood,
Metallic, mesmerizing muse smell
That comes out of a letter written
By blood by a miserable lover
Longing to exist in the lover's breathing
And dreams and hopes,
My mind is a museum full of you,
I wish my heart was a necklace too.
He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries
Are drowned
No small farm needing
More than one mutt.
His reddish brown brother
Had been our first choice
We were left , my father-in-law's choice,
With the black and white collie.
Now his residence would be
A Scottish housing estate
We all grew to love him
I became his alpha male
How his ears would prick up
And he would sit attentively
At the window,
Awaiting my usual time of arrival
With a welcome where,
With tail wagging furiously
His paws would reach up to my chest
As he sought to lick my face
From strength to strength he grew
A tireless walker,chewer of carpets
Chaser of sticks and thief of Sunday roasts
How we all used to smile
When he darted to the opposite end of the room
Whenever my son burst into tears.
This had to be his way
Of saying,"Don't blame me."
He was right at home
Running round the street
With a gaggle of kids
He found his true metier
On returning to the farm
Where he was born
For two days he sat
And watched his brother
Bringing in the cows
And then relieved him
Of his duties
This task he performed
With great gusto
While his brother skulked off
Glad to be relieved
Of his daily chore
He was so much at home
On the farm
Revelling in the freedom,
Enjoying the work
And he was so much bigger
And more energetic than his brother
Tragedy struck
On our return home
Tied to the garage door
To keep him from getting
Under my wife's feet
Meant he could not run away
When a little girl kept blowing
In his face
Self-defence saw him
Nipping her in the neck.
That is what sealed
His death warrant
Gloom settled over our home
That nip might have been fatal
Fatal it was for him
The death sentence was passed
That last long walk
Was our rush to judgment.
We walked slowly
His head hung low
Never had I known
Him so quiet
He entered the killing room
Unflinching and calm
The vet's needle did the deed
Seeing his young body
Stretched lifeless
On that cold dark slab
Has burned my soul
With remorse
Ever since