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No Constraints at all upon me
doing just what I would like
travel free with nothing to pay
wherever I go, always one to strike
Wouldn't it be just amazingly great
visit all my dear poetic friends
wherever in the world that they be
drop in unannounced as one sends
I would have my private jet
with my private pilot sent to go
get up one morning just decide
where that day I could put my toe
Surprise looks there I'd truly find
catch them on the hop without fail
U.S, South Africa, India, Canada, U.K
there my friends do reside, wag my tail
Well it's a nice thought to dream
to live my life fully free
this dream would be truly fab
drop in for coffee asking no fee
(This is written when thinking if I didn’t have any constraints in life, so I attempt to describe what life would look like.)
Peace is possible. Let's embrace it fully and globally.
Note: The symbols for other languages will show up as ?.
Peace
By Michelle Morris
28/01/2023
Peace is possible
It isn't just a symbol
We need to embrace it
Within ourselves
Between each other
Between our nations
Whatever language we choose
Let us choose peace
Arabic (Chad, Sudan, Syria)
Salam
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Bengali (Bangladesh)
??????
Santi
Chinese
Hépíng
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English (South Sudan)
Peace
French (Burkina Faso, Burundi, Central African Republic, Chad, France, Republic of Congo)
Paix
German
Frieden
Hebrew
???????
Italian
Pace
Japanese
Heiwa
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Pashto (Afghanistan)
????
Persian
???
Russian
???
Mir
Somali
Nabad
Afrikaans (South Africa)
Vrede
Spanish
Paz
Ukrainian
???
Myr
Xhosa (South Africa)
Uxolo
Zulu (South Africa)
Ukuthula
If I keep saying it in as many languages as possible, maybe it will reverberate through the Universe and people might embrace inner peace, and start to treat each other better
Peace be with you and in you
Peace be with me and in me
Peace be with us and in us
Peace is possible
Let's embrace it fully and globally
Let us embrace it together
Now
Blessings, love and light
© Michelle Morris, 2023
VIVA – FATHER OF A RAINBOW NATION
Nelson Mandela, what a man,
What an icon, what a wise politician,
Even though he was in prison for
A 27 year span,
Held no grudges, or hate, just wanted
No segregation, he went on a mission,
To make sure that as a father of his nation,
He would achieve just that!
Free at last, locked away for so
Many years of his life
He walked amongst a sea of cheering,
People, next to Winnie his wife!
He was forgiving,
Despite been jailed,
For all those years.
Mandela’s beloved South Africa had never
Known democracy and had miserably failed,
He went forward with an intentional stride,
Charismatic and determined,
He was esteemed for his pride!
The Mandela presidency was known
As an era,
Loved by his people, together they grew
Dearer and nearer.
He was a humanitarian, got the Nobel Prize for
His peaceful transition, FW De Klerk also got
The Nobel Prize.
They stood side by side,
Two dynamic politicians who had changed
South Africa’s political tide!
President Mandela’s inauguration
In May 1994 was televised
Around the world,
It was a heartfelt, emotional ceremony,
Where many nation’s
Flags were unfurled.
Nelson Mandela had a remarkable wit
And sense of humour,
This is quite true,
Not just a rumour.
He had an acute awareness and brought
His cherished country to realize their
Independence, a passion he always sought!
But sadly although an icon,
He was like us all, only human,
And so our hero died
On the 5th December 2013,
And the world cried!
Hi dear friends, I’m back after a bad shingles attack and straight after that bronchitis verging on pneumonia.
Little Robin red breast bobbing up and down,
Would take away with glee, anybody’s frown
And friendly buzzing Mr Bumble bee delights,
Us one and all, he does not sting, it’s not his thing.
He visits flowers , red, yellow purple , pink and blue,
Which attract him, loves their pollen and alluring hue.
One day bumble bee and little robin decided to be human,
So prepared for tea and pancakes, without the gluten,
They saw Katy the caterpillar crawling on the lawn,
And invited her to join them, the following morn at dawn,
They all met for this fun occasion by the nearby river,
But an uninvited visitor arrived with shiny wings, such a diva.
A Hadeda elegant and loud of call thought she was an opera
Singer, had one thing on her mind, which was Katy Caterpillar,
She slowly walked on her stalk like legs towards this prickly
Little insect, wanting to swallow Katy who was so wiggly,
Down her gullet, but Robin red breast said no no, no,
And Bumble bee agreed and said, I think you ‘d better go
So with his wide spread wings the Hadeda flew away,
Leaving Bumble bee and little Robin to enjoy their day,
How wonderful was their idea for pancakes and tea.
Another visitor arrives, so famous, known to you and me,
Can you guess who.
He wears a top hat, mutters crazy sayings,
And carry’s a full tea pot , ‘do you want a cup of tea,
Oh dear, oh dear, my or me, he or she or maybe you.
He takes his watch out of his waist coat pocket and says,
‘I’m late, I’m late for a a very important date, no time to
Say hello goodbye I’m late I’m late I’m late’
‘It’s time for me to go,
Au revoir from your dizzy beau.’
It was the Mad Hatter, of course,
An Alice in Wonderland source.
What happened to Katy caterpillar, well fearing
For her life, Katy crawled under a nearby bush,
Did not intend to be a snack, or mealtime mush.
NB – THE WORDS UTTERED BY THE MAD HATTER – are both from the book Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll and some of my own.
HADEDA IBIS - referred to in South Africa as only Hadeda.
The black I have seen as he toils in the sun
Working all day he goes on and on
The sweat from his body runs to the ground
Scared of the boss man he utters no sound
Working for pennies the boss man so mean
No fat does he carry his body so lean
And what of his children how do they live
Begging the white man for what he will give
A few pennies more to pay for their bread
But too late for the some the ones that are dead
Buried in holes more will soon take their place
And what of the white man no one sees his disgrace
And if we do nothing but watch as they die
Remember Zimbabwe we will pay with our lives.
Form:
the State of Arizona has signed a very crazy law
that in the opinion of most Americans has some major flaws
it requires each and every person who trods upon their land
to walk around with proof of citizenship papers in their hands
they say it's not racial profiling, they say it's fair and just
to make an assumption about anyone's immigration status
I don't know, maybe it's me
but doesn't this bill violate our basic civil liberties
Arizona is the only state which wanted no part of that federal determination
that made the birthday of the Rev. Dr. M.L. King a day of national celebration
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
If we don't stop this Bill the integrity of America will fall
most every person in the United States is a product of immigration
be it first, second, third, fourth or fifth generation
how dare those racists in Arizona try to pass this crazy law
that undermines everything that America stands for
"Give me your tired, your hungry and your poor" are the words on the Statue of Liberty
yet this law that demands proof of status is an Unconstitutional absurdity
the Police in turn won't be able to deal with any real crime
if they're going around asking people for citizenship papers all the time
no warrant is required, just a reasonable suspicion
but who has the wherewithall to determine that decision?
Heaven forbid if they should ever encounter a child
would they say "papers please" with a badge and a smile?
this is some BS, why can't they see that this bill is wrong?
and who in hell gave them the authority to tell people where they belong?
this Bill I call "Papers Please" this Bill we must fight
so that every American will sustain their inalienable rights
for this country to be like South Africa was with its aparthied situation
would be a grievous mistake and a true abomination
"Papers Please" Arizona's Senate Bill 1070 we must defeat
we need to let the State of Arizona know that we will take it to the streets
In the dark of night, shadows danced, whispers of injustice echoed through time
Black men sought escape in new, destructive habits
Dreams faded like smoke in the air, leaving lost souls and shattered hopes
The barrier of getting a black lad a decent life aroused depression, but black men, we are
We rise, but do we rise taller or merely wiser?
We rise from the ashes of pain, while claiming our space and our pride
In the face of adversity, we won't hide, we march on with fists clenched high
But, how will we experience triumphs while we lack cooperation?
Broken chains reveal broken minds, struggling to unite, weighed by internal demons
Yet in vulnerability, we find unbreakable strength,we rise, unshaken
For black men, we are unbreakable
Suppose we ran it by a friendly Martian
(I’d say “by Martial”, but he wouldn’t be gentle).
You crave Armani, Hugo Boss, Versacci and
that Hilfiger who’s naff, naff. Are you mental?
This myth of exclusivity’s juvenile
(I’d offer “Juvenal”, but you’d refuse).
They’re mass-produced, ubiquitous, stock-piled,
your Sarah Jessica Parkas, Jimmy Shoes.
The Martian, then. We wrap ourselves in rags
to ward off cold, conceal the family jewels,
but put a brand name on those skirts and bags,
you’ll cough up ten times more. “You bloody fools!”
Apartheid is an evil thing, agreed?
South Africa once practised it. You struck.
You staked out embassies, until the blacks were freed.
Embargoes, sanctions, boycotts – oh, such pluck!
But none of you’s besieging Tel Aviv.
Our Martian’s wondering what the difference is.
Ramallah’s raped without a by-your-leave,
but you’re at Burghley, knocking back bucks fizz.
Perhaps we can’t extinguish all life’s fires.
Perhaps compassion tires, and needs its pauses.
Or is there just a chance that it transpires,
there’s such a thing we’ll call “designer causes”?
Across The Universe
Life’s tapestry had brought me from the rugged Welsh Coast
to ‘Egoli’ The City Of Gold’ a place of dreams in South Africa
I wished for so much and so little just heal from the weight
of black dogs on my shoulders and a soldiered out mind
Everything in tatters the mosaic torn fragments dishevelled
black batik on the canvas sexy lace far from realistic realm
With the Sun God watching me in rehabilitation from booze
and delusion I painted love in the soil with Jacaranda petals
A purple display of what could not have been foreseen as
some ‘inmate’ before me had dressed up wish’s desperation
Her heart on the lawn in those petals in an innocent message
across and upon the Universe made match and soul’s mate
Colour and passion drew us together a beeline without
knowing what was what who was who just knowing it was
Sharing and caring 'The Little Prince' Leonhard Cohen Bach’s 'Illusion'
'Alice’s Restaurant' drawing like magnets joined desire miracle love
New fires exploding a tsunami of feelings trust intuition and magic
one string with two puppets from heaven we went to the movies
‘Across the Universe’ anti-establishment and melodious Beatles
orchestrated sizzling fingers embraced hands and hearts together
Christmas Day almost a decade ago and still going we eloped
together best friends lovers and no idea of the journey before us
That less trodden path gifted us divine bliss and gave us that most
unconventional Christmas present we longed for so much and so long
23rd December 2016
(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South Africa.
At the time I wrote it, I was living opposite a pine forest. )
MANDELA’S BIRTHDAY POEM
All is radiantly translucent
Drops of water sit in
Silence on trees in sunshine
Aloe reflect themselves
In flooded ponds
Tasks are listed
Pines reach for the sky
Where clouds ripple lace across
A stretched out blueness
Dogs bark
Workers to work
Students to school
Earth holds us
in the full Awareness
of our own power to
Change !
Happy Birthday
Cherished leader
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2011
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