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This weekend we remember those who sacrificed their lives for our Freedom. Let us never forget or take anything for granted.
The red poppies grow
By Michelle Morris
10/11/2024
The red poppies grow
There where the men lay
Blood spilled for our Freedom
Blood not spilled in vain
For our Freedom was built on their Souls
Those who gave all so that we could thrive
Let us never forget them
Let us not endeavour to merely survive
Every single one of us
Gets to make choices every day
We're alive with infinite possibilities
We have the power a New World to create
A Utopia where all Life is sacred
Where War and Destruction are Defeated
Where Love and Peace and Harmony
Create the Light that our Souls need
© Michelle Morris, 2024
"Our red poppy is a symbol of both Remembrance and hope for a peaceful future. Poppies are worn as a show of support for the Armed Forces community. The poppy is a well-known and well-established symbol, one that carries a wealth of history and meaning with it."
It is hard to believe
That there is a part of the world
Where no funny white stuff exists at all
This thing that can create great pleasure
Or be seen as a plague or aggravation
Which some will never experience
How something so good can also be so bad
In one moment a plaything
And in another a quagmire to escape
A symbol for the chills and cold
Or that which can bring a warm glow to our hearts
Those that love to slide cherish it
While those that drive oft curse it
Yet it is made of the same thing
You can throw or fling it for fun
Build a fort or igloo too
If need be it’s a water source
And hence a precious resource
Floating from the sky above
It can create quite a scene
Leading people to dream
Especially those that have not seen
The magic and wonder
Of the season and the funny white stuff
Andreas Simic©
Courage is one great ideal of someone who is
A symbol also of duty and honor. He
Protects our nation bravely, being committed
To fighting injustice perpetually.
Against all evil he fights
In his pursuit of what is fair.
Nobly he sacrifices for our rights.
A man with so many
Moral characteristics he displays, and
Ethical are his battles as well.
Righteous are his ways.
In times of need, we look to those like him:
Captain America, who always answers the call,
A Super-hero, indeed, for all!
As I look down upon you ...
I look through the clouds and see
some amazing things...
In the man of whom I've raised.
Mr. Raymond Ward ...
My Love
My Strength and my reason for praise.
Can you hear my testimony?
For
I am proud and have now received my wings ...
My Hero
The symbol of God's blessing ...
The miracle of all good things ...
Continue to be the leader,
the outspoken and the Achiever.
So
Thank you for getting through the tough times and
proving me right ...
For
your journey has just begun ...
The spirit that shines through the
light ...
The man that beat all odds ...
And
The gift of Suzzie Wards Son.
So
when times get you down ...
Keep in mind that ...
God has placed this crown ... On
the man named Raymond Ward...
Who gives his all to all living things ...
My # 1 and my son ...
Also known as "KING".
The End!
In the face of prejudice and pain,
He stands tall, with head held high,
A symbol of strength and resilience,
A black man, proud and dignified.
He bears the weight of history,
The chains of oppression and slavery,
Yet still he rises, unbroken,
His spirit burning bright and free.
He is a son, a brother, a father,
A friend to those who know his worth,
With a heart that beats with passion,
And a soul that's pure as the earth.
His skin is dark as midnight,
But his spirit shines like the sun,
A testament to his perseverance,
And the battles he has won.
He is a warrior, a hero,
A man of grace and power,
And though the road ahead may be long,
He will never falter or cower.
For he knows that in his heart,
There beats a strength that's true,
A force that cannot be broken,
A spirit that will always renew.
So let us honor this black man,
And all that he represents,
For he is a beacon of hope,
And a symbol of our common descent.
La Sagrada Familia church in Barcelona, Spain is being finished after 144 years
I'm not a Christian, but can appreciate the labor of love and majestic design when I see one. I, however, find this magnificent cathedral completion being a bit late as the surrounding times had irrevocably changed
The work is finished, took so many years
Time comes for admiration, prayer, cheers
Construction's done, scaffolding's coming down
With folks be flocking way from out of town
In glory of their Lord but also land of Spain
Yet being so late, street riffraff’s in disdain
For Muslim crowds nothing but a joke
No quiet piety these steeples to evoke
Oh, Europe, Europe, one could never know
Why you admitted, nurtured and let grow
Without common roots, rejecting Mothers' Grace
A savage foreign horde of fiendish angry faith
They fill your streets, demanding Sharia
From places far, they made the ‘aliyah’
A malady, from which there’s no recourse
Sad alteration of mankind’s future course
As time flows, a church of yellow stone
This splendid site is bound to stand alone
Eyewitness, symbol-speaking, through her eyes
Of Western world corruption and demise
March 28, 2026
~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
I am the ring around your finger
No matter how much time will pass.
I will always remain.
A vow of trust that cements verbal thought.
A dream come true left imprinted on your finger.
To share truth.
The thoughts we both speak into existence.
I am the ring that reinforces the core from which you and I grow.
The diamond that forms through the pressure of dark times.
I am the band that continuously loops around your finger.
The promise of everlasting.
Through the good, through the bad.
The strength that nourishes us when we are weak.
The different parts of us we continue to meet.
This ring a symbol of how far we've come.
How far we've yet to go
(A Poem of Leadership and Courage)
In the heart of our nation stands a man so tall,
A leader who answers his people’s call.
Through trials and storms, he does not sway,
For duty and honor light his way.
General Mkhwanazi — a name of might,
A symbol of justice, of truth, of fight.
You wear your uniform not for fame,
But for the love and pride in our country’s name.
You walk with calm, you lead with grace,
Integrity shining upon your face.
Where others falter, you choose to stand,
Guided by purpose, with a steady hand.
In the darkest hour, when fear takes hold,
Your courage speaks — strong and bold.
For every soul you’ve sworn to protect,
You’ve earned the nation’s deep respect.
So here’s to the General, steadfast and wise,
A guardian beneath South African skies.
May your legacy forever remain,
A beacon through struggle, through joy, through pain.
Snarl
Deep within the caverns of the mind,
A snarl of hate and malice intertwined,
Twisted thoughts like thorny vines,
Eyes ablaze with burning fires that shine.
This snarl creeps and slowly grows,
A symbol of the evil that man knows,
Resounding with a deafening sound,
A warning of the darkness that surrounds.
A wild force that cannot be contained,
Malevolence beguiled and sustained,
Born of chaos and destruction,
That plagues the soul with endless seduction.
So heed the warning and beware,
For this snarl holds a power that's rare,
The sound of evil's deadly grin,
And the darkness that lies within.
~kcm
15 Apr 2023