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Coach Carter: "Basketball is a privilege." Learning self-respect is a key to being better and achieving more.
Sport makes a huge difference for people around the world, especially our younger generations.
Whatever you choose to do, be a champion in your attitude and behaviour. Hold your head high.
Champions hold their heads high
By Michelle Morris
04/05/2023
Champions hold
Their heads high
Even when
They lose the game
Because they have
Self-respect
And deep down
They know
Their true name
It doesn't matter
What others think
It doesn't matter
What they do or say
Achieving victory
Within
Will always be
The proudest moment
For any man
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The inspirational Ken Carter:
truesportsmovies.com/basketball/coach-ken-carter-richmond-oilers/
The movie Coach Carter is a 2005 film based on the 1998-1999 basketball season of the Richmond High School Oilers in Richmond, California, and the actions of the team’s coach, Ken Carter, to enrich the lives of his players. Carter made national headlines when during an undefeated season he locked out his players from practicing or playing games until they improved their failing grades. Carter’s coaching philosophy, which concentrated on shaping his players as people more than athletes, received praise nationwide but criticism within the community.
The many winters I had seen
When once I was a teen
Gathered inside our small living room
Joy and simplicity our faces illume
Warm with laughter at striking stories
Light is the heart and empty of worries
My sisters and sole brother
The treasure of my father and my mother
Mum, our angel of the earth
The springs of our gaiety and mirth
Moving in the magic of her young age
Our hunger for hot food would assuage
Would even bring a piece of paradise
To us, if we dared ask, for any price
Dad, overloaded, would tread miles for our sake
Serene reassuring smiles while so much at stake
The nights echoed holy verses dad used to read
Developing a sense of belonging to his creed
Opening our hearts to the graces and blessings of the Divine
In my veins, a life of a tender love I’ll ever enshrine
*****
Many winters had passed
Still nourished of a so precious past
Confined to the tranquility of the night
The magic box would offer dreams in black and white
Stress and concern evaporated and lost weight
Soft whispers.. suppressed giggles with life pulsate
The quietest of corners I would always look for
My sanctuary, my home made bookstore
Ever my worlds side by side shaping the inner me
No single worry over the one whom I would be
Why would I when I was entangled in more than one story
Preened myself on my pen musing in my world of ivory
My younger sis who of English knew no word
Would grant me her patience and love for what she heard
Love and most of all contentment and gratitude
Deeply remained, the reign of my worlds and my soul food
The cold of winters, now, how can my words perceive
In my realm of poesy what of warmth willing to weave
The winter of our Life which many abhor
My wishes I will have the grace to adore.
The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
Written: June 22, 2023
In the realm of ancient lore, I yearn to reside,
To bear a deep dive into tales untied.
Achilles, a warrior with a heart of fire,
Hector, noble and valiant, to whom I aspire
Agamemnon, a leader with ambitions high,
Athena, wise and cunning, is always nearby.
The Trojan War, a conflict of epic scale,
Where heroes fought and destinies prevail.
Greek mythology, a world so vast,
Stories of gods and mortals, destined to last
Assyrians, Babylonians, empires of auld,
Their triumphs and struggles are stories untold.
Hebrews, Romans, and Carthaginians too
ancient civilizations, each with an exclusive hue.
Egyptians, builders of majestic pyramids
Their culture and wisdom are still vivid amid.
Oh, how I yearn to follow in their footsteps.
To uncover their thoughts, their secrets were kept.
To journey through the sands of time,
To unravel their dreams, their hopes are sublime.
Between the pages of time, I'll explore
Seeking echoes of their laughter and their roar.
Achilles, with his wrath, was a force to behold.
In battle, his enemies tremble, and his stories are told.
Hector, the protector, a symbol of might,
Fighting for his city, defending what's right.
Agamemnon, a ruler with power and might
Driven by an ambition to conquer and unite.
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war
Guiding the heroes, watching from afar.
The Trojan War, a tale of love and strife
A clash of nations, shaping history's life
Heroes and villains, their stories intertwined,
A battle of gods, mortals, and fate combined
From the origins of these ancient lands
I seek to understand their hearts and their stands.
We live in a world of darkness
errors and sins do all abound
what was once deemed pure and true
is now classed erroneous and unsound
Now those of us who truly believe
on the standards and truths of yesteryear
must hold them forth with confidence
as they mean to us so very dear
No matter what others tell us
these truths are real even today
shaping life's in all pure godliness
to rid this world of it's decay
Be true to the God of scripture
for His truth will surely win the way
shine that truth believing it be so
for the Lord God will have final say
Keep shining His truth for evermore
dispel all of the darkness to go
for one day God's light will put it out
no darkness then will be on show
I pump my arms, my legs
through chlorinated fluidity,
hopeful of shaping up,
not shipping out.
up and down, side to side.
sinking weights.
still wet, dash off to my car.
vinyl and towels on the seat.
wouldn’t want to be pulled
over, wearing only a coverup,
but I want
for my shower.
to the top of the hill.
Oh! Deer!
spotted. no two. done.
no three. the fourth
has huge antlers. stops.
I’ve opened my window
so we can stare at each other.
we have our moment.
so four. no, five.
the final oh-deer
pulling up the rear,
not as robust as the last. done.
now, for the shower;
and to show hub’ the pics
of trees wagging tails,
antlers in the midst,
and the watered down animal
snapped in my itty bitty forest.
Going to School
Kevin Davis 2023
I. Beginnings
When I was young and carefree still, with home my gentle, sheltered place,
My parents spoke of school with smiles, of wonders I would soon embrace.
I clung to safety, hesitant, unsure of worlds beyond my door,
Until my siblings whispered hope—“Just try it once, then try some more.”
II. First Steps
So hand in hand with Mom I walked into a world both bright and new,
Where books and toys and laughing friends came tumbling into view.
The strangeness softened into warmth; my fears began to drift away,
And in that tender, trembling start, I found a reason there to stay.
III. Awakening
Days turned to weeks, and learning bloomed like petals opening in the sun.
Questions fluttered from my mind; discovery had just begun.
The hours danced in gentle rhythm—school and home in sweet divide—
And all the while, without my knowing, something blossomed deep inside.
IV. Lessons and Companions
I learned to read, to write, to dream, to chase the thoughts that sparked my mind.
Through whispered plans and shared ideas, I learned to listen and be kind.
My teacher guided every step; each subject shimmered, fresh and bright.
We worked through morning’s steady glow, then played beneath the fading light.
V. Adventures
Field trips carried us to places where imagination loved to roam,
And recess filled our afternoons with games that felt like worlds of their own.
Stories gathered in my thoughts, wild landscapes only I could see—
A once home-bound child now building realms of possibility.
VI. Becoming
The year returned me back to home, where days still looked the same at first,
Yet something in me felt renewed, a quiet, growing, inner thirst.
At six years old, I saw the sky with colors I had never known,
And even climbing trees became a search for truths I’d newly grown.
VII. Reflection
Now looking back across the years, those early days still warm my smile—
Small moments shaping who I am, each step a part of my long mile.
The classroom was a second home, a place where seeds of caring grew,
Teaching me to walk the world with open heart and open view.
Our rainbow body
The root chakra red ~
blood awakes earth dead,
grounded, yet flowing,
for higher knowing.
Sacral lust orange ~
animal urge strange,
fluidic expansion
by procreation.
Navel tinge yellow ~
power all aglow,
in fiery action,
enables traction.
Heart’s colour is green ~
breath inking love’s sheen;
the seat of our soul,
where we become whole.
Throat centre is blue ~
words glisten like dew,
shaping what’s to come,
bidding each welcome.
Third eye’s indigo ~
tranquil stillness slow,
one with That oneness,
no separateness.
Crown is violet ~
where keyword is ‘let’:
we let God fill us,
aboard His bliss bus.
Rainbow spectrum white ~
prismatic delight,
allows us to choose
hue as of soul’s muse.
23-May-2022
Born in February when snowstorms were heavy and frequent,
and to keep me warm their parental touch was God-sent...
I could see them smile, delighting in my miracolous birth;
finally the one they long waited for to give them joy and worth!
And I as grew up, did they notice the first traits of a rare personality,
or did they ignore those signs of a genius destined to bear obscurity?
Perhaps, they felt no vibes of the child bringing change with his flowing water,
too often they stared at him and didn't ask what was his plan for the future!
What makes one really unique and stand out from the ordinary, swift crowd:
being oneself, embracing creativity, being intuitive and imaginative?
My parents missed that creative mind, making their will so imperative...
but that passion was an unspoken voice which needed to break out and shout!
Art played a strong role in building up and shaping this rare personality,
with intense thougths and vivid images, I created a world so whimsy...
that unreal world many rejected with laughter, never repressing the dream inside;
sometimes, all that I had created seemed so worthless, leading to wounded pride!
His is a canvas of white open sky
A stroke of his brush, and the magic begins
A shade of blue with a tiny red dot
Worn on the forehead like a forget me not!
Growing into an orange ball rising up
He juggles the sun and the morning dew
As I doze in the first rays of dancing sunlight
Twisting till he opens my curtained sight!
A stroke of silver as lightening flashed
Shattering my reverie, as it bypassed
From out of the blue a changing hue
He bent my gaze, of course
He has the ability to do that too!
This kaleidoscopic painter
Shaping colours on a canvas sky
Requesting my total attention
Hypnotizing me as I look upward
in his direction!
Bursting out, arched like a bow
As he keeps pulling out a rainbow
from his funny cloud shaped hat
I put my hands together to applaud
The greatest magician that ever was!
28.8.22