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Mid-day vibration is coming to town and the people are running around getting ready for a big party to celebrate their musical history.
More than a hundred ships are docked at sea
And my beau is waiting for me, which ship he will board
I can’t tell, I will only know when I hear the mid-night bell
And the lights come and reveal the surprise just before dawn
We are going on a voyage around the world and the single man is traveling without his girl a number of women surround him
And he greets everyone with a pleasant grin; let the party begin
Come and board this ship with me
we are going to the Caribbean sea
get your tickets and come we are going
to have plenty fun, I am weary of the
fussing and fighting and brotherhood
backbiting, the rhythm is buried in
the blues and I have a song that everyone
can sing and rock to its natural rhythm.
Years have gone by since we travel in the sky
we have had a hundred and four reservations
and twenty six cancellations and more than a million
mileage across eighty different country and I am not
done yet, I still have millions more miles to go before
I end the show. I watched the day’s creeps up on me
and my conscience running in front of me and destiny sings a cheerful song.
The big ship is leaving soon and a large crowd is
Standing by to load the vessel before midnight; my heart is bursting with flame and I don’t know when I will see you again.
We are going to the Caribbean to explore the land and play in the natural white sand; the waves are calm and the people are fine, and they everything to entertain all night, they will take you to places that you have never been, places that you can only see in your wildest dream.
I have million tickets for a week’s cruise, you can eat all that you can and walk around without shoes, the package include everything, food entertainment and good hotel living you have got to snatch up this bargain cause you will never get a deal like this again on planet earth and when the moon cross the sun you will know that the deal is done,
Get ready for the budget, ship we are going to explore your country towns and cities, good business is coming to town so clean up the places before the sun goes down, the budget ship is docked in your town so gather the people around.
How often do you meet someone who (almost) never apologises? Or admits they're wrong? And if you show compassion and empathy towards them, the greater their unyielding behaviour?
Remember that if you're a good person and you set a high standard of treating others well, you have to accept that some people refuse to see the Light. They lack emotional maturity and enlightenment. The best you can do is show the way to a better world, forgive them, and move on.
The words you could not say
By Michelle Morris
15/02/2025
There are so many words out there
There are so many words inside
You think you can hide from the Light
You think your Demons will keep you right
But you forget what happens
To those who refuse to show the Good
Slowly but surely they become colder
Their hearts iced towards Humanhood
Those Demons that you harbour
They are your constant passengers from the Dark
They'll snatch up any Joy you experience
They'll try to kill your Soul's Spark
And the words you could not say
Yes, the words you would not say
They'll be carved inside your Soul
They'll etch that Blackness every day
Over Time you'll forget your Essence
The "I'm sorry" and "I was wrong" moments merging
The Silence each and every time
Allows those Demons who are converging
And one day you'll realise you're alone
You've isolated anyone who ever cared
You'll be trapped in the Abyss of Darkness
Feeling cold and sad and scared
I hope that when you reach that Dark Space
That you'll consider believing in the Light
That God and His Angels exist for all
That you can try to appreciate their Kindness
For there may still be a chance for you
To escape the Fates of Hellfire
By cleansing your Heart and Soul
And asking for Forgiveness for your ire
Because that deep Rage you carried
That Bitterness and Unkindness
It stole your Empathy and Compassion
Left you behind a Wall of Emotional Blindness
And the words you could not say
Yes, the words you would not say
They'll be carved inside your Soul
Unless Love and Light wash it away
Only you can change your Ending
Only you can become Good and Kind
Embracing Empathy and Compassion
Using the right words that touch Hearts and Minds
© Michelle Morris, 2025
The Vikings and Bills, two teams that
share a feat, four trips to the Super
Bowl all ending in defeat.
A feeling of such sadness, that's
hard to put in words, creating deep
emotions, that are violently stirred!
The hope is always next year, we'll
show them who we are, but history
has a way of repeating itself, that's
just the way so far!
You see this game we call football,
can eat you up inside, just on the
cusp of victory, snatch up from us
our pride!
Now we see the Bills have risen on
the scene. Powered by Josh
Allen, he's our everything!
The Bills have manned a team,
that may change this trend, the
Vikings not so much, their season
is at end.
There's a wind of change that's
coming! You can feel it in the air!
They are called the Minnesota
Vikings! Play against them if you
dare!!
There's a feeling in Buffalo, that
will be forever in our hearts. The
pain of four SuperBowl losses.
Can tear your heart apart!!
Oh Buffalo fans don't you worry,
there is a new kid in town.
His name is Josh Allen, the best
throwing arm around!!!!!
Josh Allen is the man, so strong and
so bold. He's leading this team, to it's
first SouperBowl!!
Much more than a man, he's almost
a Stallion, a rock solid team, led by
Sir Allen!
Both teams have great receivers,
in this NFL game. Diggs' and
Jefferson, will go down in,
The Football Hall Of Fame!
We will take the AFC East and much
much more. Now we knock off the
Patriots, to even up the score!
We turn to God with all our faith, to
bring us victory. That special day we
pray is coming, we'll have to wait
and see!!
Please let us win the SuperBowl.
We've waited all so long! We are
the fans of Buffalo, we pray our
time has come!!!!!!!
Written by Gustavo, Gaston, and
myself. Gustavo likes the
Vikings, Gaston likes the Buffalo
Bills. Were all rooting for the Bills.
Go Bills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rodents can be loquacious
That includes your average gerbil
They love to prattle, chat and blather
They really are quite verbal
Hamsters are talkative too
Just as garrulous as can be
With running mouth and wheel to match
They are a sight to see
But I am loath to squander words
Sparing usage is my way
I gather them like so many acorns
Against a rainy day
Yes, word collecting is the passion
Of this precocious squirrel
I garner adjectives, verbs and nouns
Be they singular or plural
The park is fecund land
There a plethora may be found
Vociferous, vehement and vex
I lately scooped up off the ground
The verb tree is prolific
Its discovery quite a boon
The other day it bestowed upon me
Flaunt, foster and festoon
All along the sidewalks
Concrete nouns lie strewn about
How blithely I did snatch up
A lummox, a laggard and a lout
To command a better view
I nimbly scampered up a pole
From this lofty perch I spotted
Wheedle, coax and cajole
Away in the distance
I spied a tempting pile
Heaped up for the taking were
Enticing, alluring and beguile
What do I with so much verbiage?
You would be fair to ask
Squirreling away so vast a lexicon
Must prove a mammoth task
The answer lies in my arboreal abode
Where these many words I stash
In alphabetical order they are arrayed
From zealous to abash
In a capricious mood one day
I grouped them by part of speech
Such a cacophony arose from clustering
Banter, badger and beseech
No matter how I sort them
The wasting of words I spurn
Reserved for rarest use I keep
Reticent, laconic and taciturn!
_________________________________
by Brian McClain - Feb 17, 2016
Originally posted Feb 17, 2016
Accidentally deleted Feb 22, 2016
Reposted Feb 22, 2016
In the desert of my mind
Are nomadic dunes of ineptitude.
I traverse these dunes
Seeking words
Like a thirsting man after water.
My search is slow and ponderous
As my feet sink deeply
Into sands of frustration.
Drops of imagination
Fall from my brow
And are absorbed in the same sands.
Cresting a barrier of mediocrity
I see a puddle of liquid letters
Left by some recently passed storm.
I race to this source of inspiration
As quickly as my inability will allow.
Kneeling beside this tiny pool of possibilities
I cup my trembling hands
And scoop out the last swallow of satisfaction.
I bend my face low
To drink in the sweet elixir of purpose,
But, in so doing, I lose my balance.
I splay my hands to catch myself
And thus release the vagrant liquid,
Sending it back to the earth.
I watch disbelievingly
As tiny grains of discouragement
Darken under the stain
Of lost expectation.
“No!” I cry as I snatch up the sand
Now wet with the dew of my hope.
Would that I could
Suck the very moisture from each particle
That sticks to my hands in damp mockery.
The refreshing coolness of anticipation
Evaporates much too quickly.
In the stifling air of despondency
The grains dry and cascade form my hands
In a slow waterfall of contempt.
The realization of my fate
Comes to me in a wave of despair.
Anguish wells inside me
And pours forth in tears
Of hopelessness.
They stream down my cheeks
And breach the dam of futility.
They then pass with a salty sting
Over my immobile, cracked upper lip.
My tongue darts about
And absorbs the drops of destitution
Greedily.
So it is my thirst for words
Is momentarily,
Yet inadequately, appeased.
*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity.
"Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled for 2023."
"I don't understand, dear."
"Well, according to the paper, all the crabs have 'left the building.' It's crabs no mo."
"But where did they go?"
"Ahh, that's the mystery, indeed. Some are blaming sockeye salmon, whatever the flip that is. But I have my own theories."
"Sigh. here we go..."
"Yeah, I figure the little buggers finally figured out that not getting out of the way of the sweeping net is really sucky. Or maybe they all went on strike and decided that ending up on dinner plates was a crappy way to go. Then again, it's possible that alien visitors sampled the tasty crustaceans and transported the lot of them to their home world. Of course, the prevailing conspiracy theory has it that a certain former president with a craving for crab monopolized the fishing industry in Alaska and hoarded them all in ginormous freezers at his Florida resort. All I know is, I'm gonna miss our seafood Sundays. Shrimp and lobster just ain't the same without a complementary pound or two of crab legs. I really believe the end of the world is here."
"Poor, poor baby. By the way, seafood Sunday is on this weekend. I was able to snatch up a few dozen pounds before they all did the Elvis thing."
"Seriously? Kewl. Crab Armageddon will have to wait. Hey, have you noticed the price of beef lately? There goes my Saturday steaks on the grill. I've got some theories on the present crisis..."
"Yes, dear."
the Zany Zoo
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Form:
When I asked my wife to marry me, ‘neath a golden moon,
I said I could not give her the moon and the stars, but,
“Each special day I will give you a piece of jewelry,” I said,
Then, jokingly, “When I am gone, you can wear your jewels
To the Caribbean and snatch up a younger, wealthy lover.”
I did not think I would survive her, being much older, so,
After she was gone, I opened her jewelry box and found
Her jewels—a lilac amethyst ring, a chartreuse citron pinkie,
An anniversary ring with a precious aquamarine, among others,
And, the coral necklace we found on the island of Barbados.
Born in July under the sign of Cancer, I had longed to find her
A ruby birthstone necklace, scarce and expensive as saffron.
On a road trip out west, we ran across an outlet jewelry store
Having a huge liquidation sale, and there, marked down, I found
Her a crimson ruby solitaire pendant as sparkling as could be.
We came home from Mexico with her oval watermelon pendant,
And a Mexican opal, lemon with a firing of iridescent tangerine,
Which she had carefully wrapped in a exquisite lavender cachet.
She had taken the money her father had given her before he passed
And purchased a beautiful pearl necklace--she wore it only once.
Written April 4, 2021
for "Changing Colors Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Emile Pinet
I took a stroll through City Market
Kansas City's cultural queen, with vegetables and flowers
Concrete words leaning against their water buckets.
Old women's hair unnatural colors shining from restaurants
Enough of that, inertia at work here, Kansas City's pride
Cracks on sidewalk, ugly giant tracks for new street car novelty
Yelling from hooded youth, anger or attention?
Street car on track for once. Making noise, people lying in windows.
Woman with dog hurries it past me, suspecting me of something
I clutch my purse harder, suspecting her too
Freezing cold was two days ago.. Today is forty-one,
Sixty-three degree shift if you count the windchill and who does not?
The midwest USA, of course, south of Canada a few thousand miles.
A little boy gives me a hopeful glance.
If I say "hi" first will I be the pervert?
I see he wants to also, but dares not.
He has been warned against me at three. So sad really.
My friends are late. Thank God. Ensuring writing time,
And time to watch people's silliness and haughtiness.
I am a voyeur, taking tiny gulps and glimpses
So they will think I am not dangerous.
What if I run and snatch up that boy
To show him that all strangers are not horrible?
To teach him that strangers are friends you do not know yet?
To teach him that the world is not all cynical?
What then?