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Inspired by joy.
There is joy in the world
By Michelle Morris
23/07/2025
There is joy in the world
But sometimes we're too busy to notice
Every bird that heralds the morn
Every sunrise that brightens our day
Every sunset and starry sky and aurora
Every colour and sound ever displayed
Every rainbow and cloudscape we treasure
Every country and culture and language
Every person and every soul
Every angel and demon we know
Every emotion and feeling we experience
Every lesson and blessing in life
Every quark and atom and cell
Every delightful meal and meeting enjoyed
Every moment we never want to end
Whether with a lover or a friend
Every child that jumps into puddles
Giggling and splashing about
Every toddler that makes a delightful mess
Grows their spark of curiosity evermore
Every person who does a happy dance
When they've accomplished something awesome
Every person who jumps and high fives
A win for them and their team
Every form of art in the world
Expanding hearts and minds
Every colour we use to express ourselves
Capturing creativity in all its splendour
Every piece of music and writing
Uniting souls beyond any limits
Melodies and lyrics and poetry
Rhymes and rhythms and song
For nothing is impossible
When you understand energy and magic
Frequency and vibration
Starlight and stardust and miracles
Seasons and changes and moments
Nature and consistent timings
The rhythm and rhyme is everywhere
Geometry and mathematics and science
There is joy in the world
It's waiting for you and I
Oh, my darling can't you feel it?
It's beyond space and time
© Michelle Morris, 2025
I'd like to talk about the folk
who hide behind a mask.
Especially schizophrenic one’s
who know their time has passed.
The ones who like to talk a lot
about the things they know.
And know they're always, always, right.
their best side tells them so.
Who are the fools who risk their all
by showing their own name.
Some even show their face as well
are they bloody insane?
If everybody says they're crap
they’ll have no place to hide,
but have to learn to take the blow
and see the other’s side.
I wouldn’t like to get confused
with those with pseudonym,
for this is just an artist choice
the way that’s right for him.
I’m only really speaking of
the ones who hide in shame
in case, for comments on their work
they have to take the blame.
If you’ve a name for both of you
that helps you on your way,
please don’t forget to take the pills
you should have everyday.
At least produce some poetry
that’s written as a team.
Might I suggest togetherness
becomes your special theme!
Ivor G Davies
When I was young, each Friday
Was Assembly day at school.
We wore white shirts and navy skirts;
Red ties made us look cool.
We pledged allegiance, sang the song
And did as we were told.
Who knew “assembly” would be
Something bad when I got old?
I ordered a TV stand;
For “Assembly?” I checked “no,”
Believing we could do it, but
Once here, we both said, “Whoa!”
I contacted the company
And yes, it’s not too late.
I’ll hear from their assembly team
To thus arrange a date.
They charged my card but now I wait;
There seems to be a glitch.
The wooden parts, unpacked, are stacked;
The sight just makes me twitch.
Assembly once had rules I knew
And followed to a T.
Today no special outfit
Would give any help to me.
The slave is made by force or by choice, the slave some say is a curse.
The slave worships or submits, they choose the path that makes them sick or glad.
The slave has to follow the master, making them slave to things that can be awful.
The slave has needs like food, money, love, and many more unclear, like a tree needs sun and water the slave has needs and gets dependent.
The slave is not always negative; it can be a choice that makes it glad. Like a team that works for good, it has one that is at the head.
The slave is of its environment changing, moving and contributing, like energy it moves, giving it power all of its own.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always on my journey home.
Winters Sun.
Crystal shapes on the windowpane, glistening in the morning sun. Fields all ploughed now show the signs of Jacks skates from the night, birds all flown just the winter animals left to roam.
Summer garbs now replaced thick woolly jumpers hats and scarves are now all the craze. Children moan at the long cold nights, while others enjoy cups of hot chocolate tea, ensconced in warm and happy homes, while outside the snow lightly falls.
St Nick his turn soon to come, readies his list and the reindeer team, till that day fingers and toes both young and old, feel the cold from doing chores in winters sun.
By
Patrick D
My sweetheart, you work like two keys
unlocking my shy tendencies.
Like a chess piece, your presence frees
me from myself – worst enemies.
Your strength brings to mind young oak trees.
Your notches and grooves satisfy
need for attention, you supply.
Then securing our doors whereby
my reluctance you rectify.
On life’s chess board, we’re residents.
Castling’s allowed but your presence
guards our pawns from my reticence.
Life’s holes can still leave me depressed,
but safe in your limbs I find rest.
You lift me high, my steady oak.
Melting in your arms, I unfreeze,
my king, my defense, my great guy.
Your keys fit the lock common sense.
We are a team, we’ve coalesced;
all’s kept in check under your yoke.
written March 29, 2018
Being short used to be my biggest insecurity
Because it was not very gender affirming –
Other boys towered above me like basketball nets.
If I would’ve looked up into their eye,
Pity would’ve punched holes in their sockets.
Before the tallest among them knew I was trans,
He didn’t see me as separate from him & his friends.
But when he found out,
He said "we’ve got *expletive* Terry on our team" in a PE football lesson.
I let him look down on me and laugh
When he noticed I was right behind him.
I don’t think that, when I was in sixth form,
Pupils would’ve poured water over my bag and chucked orange peel in the stall I was in,
Told their friends they could hear me pooing,
Making me scared to come out
If they didn’t look down on me.
*
But volunteering in a nursery at uni,
The kids were fighting
To hold my hands and sit on my lap.
I think my shortness was a contributor –
I wasn’t far off their height,
Wasn’t high above their level,
So they weren’t intimidated by me,
Could easily approach me.
Now people are only looking down at me
And I am looking up at them
In a literal sense.
I love being a little man.
I love getting to be at the front in photographs,
Not needing to duck under low doorways,
Having tall people’s pretty belts in my pretty eyes.
Although it’d be to try out being tall,
I’m happy being short.
My good lady means the world to me
Making the world full of glee
When I'm down she let's me know
That I am too strong and not to let go
Sometimes it's hard to let feelings out
Especially when I don't want to shout
I was in that place before we met
I'm not going back, thats a guaranteed bet
She understands what makes me flow
Love kindness is the way to go
Now this is why we are a good team
We can't be broken we are stiched like a seam
Stiched together close and tight
Never wanting to have a fight
Cuddles and kisses are the best thing
Me and the Mrs ding a ling ling
To have someone their
With flowing blonde hair
A smile and a friendly face
Stupid if I leave this place
So my bird I write this ditty
I know you love me being witty
And thankyou for being with me
Finally making me HAPPY
THE DOG-GED LIE
In a house on a bustling street,
Lived a pup with paws and fur so neat.
His owner, a young lad of just ten,
Made a promise to his furry friend, Ben.
"Dear dog," the boy did solemnly vow,
"I'll confess to my teacher, I swear it now,6
That you munched on my homework, oh so sly,
But please, don't give me that not-guilty eye."
The dog just woofed and wagged his tail,
He knew the boy's plan would surely fail.
But to humor his lazy friend, he played along,
Knowing the outcome would sound all wrong.¹²
The next day at school, in front of the class,
The boy's face turned red, oh what a farce!
"Teacher," he stammered, "I must confess,
My dog ate my homework...oh what a mess!"
The teacher just chuckled and shook her head,
"Nice try, my dear boy," she kindly said.¹8
But the dog at home let out a sly grin,
Knowing he'd never get in trouble for this sin.
And so, the boy and his furry mate,
Shared a phony secret that was so great.
Telling the truth would be tough, so it seem,
The boy & his dog made a fraudulent team.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?January 2024.
Linen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.
Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.
Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.
Seeing Shakespeare on the stage
The way that he intended
Must have had a top-notch team
Who cut and sewed and mended.
“Twelfe Night” was magnificent.
The all-male cast impressed;
But kudos, too, to all the folk
Who got those actors dressed!