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“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
common proverb
The question in this quote plays on our minds
in the quagmire of branding “goodness”.
Take Saul of the New Testament for example.
devout Pharisee that he was, he was blind.
He started out on the road to Damascus
already blinded by selfish ambition.
Educated and engrossed in the law,
Saul was intent on punishing those of the Way.
The law (Ten Commandments) is goo-ood
in the sense that it proves humans are not.
It serves a higher purpose of bringing mankind
to realize we are sinners who need a Savior.
Ask any person to list the ten commandments
and where do they start – not with the first four,
overlooking the One who outlines righteousness.
In submission to Him we'd withdraw good intentions
When that much-needed Savior, Jesus, came to earth
He proclaimed Himself as John records,
“I am the way, the truth and the life.”
and He added words which some never quote -
“no man cometh to the Father but through me.”
Creator God endows, empowers man with ability.
We lose sight of His control when we thrive,
thinking our ideas, voice and actions are spot-on,
achieved by our self-driven capacity, competence.
The road to heaven is overlaid with obedience.
Its pavement is the solid foundation for our walk,
as we submit to the One who governs the true and righteous.
We study Jesus and see what is wrong with us;
our good intentions celebrate our will rather than His.
Don't hold back
Gave but
don't expect back
Before I was born
It was said
givers never lack
Doe some use it as
An avenue of extortion
Yet like a truth
The great are those that gave
Their are more to come
When you gave
Don't hold back
If you got it inside
Express it outside
It you got the idea
Share it out
If you understand the truth
Don't hold back
Don't hold back
when you know a
Truth and hold back
That makes you
part of the problem
Don't hold back
Don't fear
Don't fail to move
Don't with draw that in you
Don't hold back yourself
From your dreams
And aspiration
Your life could save another
Your vission could be the solution
For others to be part of the living
Don't hold back
The brave always hold on
The man of value never gave up
The earth need you
Our generation is in need of all
Who cares, and act
Don't with hold back
that you know
Don't hold back to fear
Oh my love
My dear brothers
My lovely beautiful sisters
People all over Africa
All over the globe
Hold on
Don't hold back
You were born on a Holy Day
By Michelle Morris
23/12/2024
You were born on a Holy Day
The 25th of December
And even though the babe is first
It doesn't diminish your Divine Splendour
For you are Special and Unique
You are Loved and you are Blessed
God sent you here to forge your Path
To inspire your Soul's Purpose through every Test
I know you find it difficult
I know you don't Believe
But that doesn't change the Truth
That Angels surround you in the Ethers
No matter how much you try to doubt
I'll Believe you'll eventually find your Way
That the Light will set your Spirit Free
And Guide you come what may
So as you approach your Special Day
I pray you make a Wish that's Hopeful
That the Miracle of Christmas will touch your Heart
And you'll feel its Gift in your Soul
© Michelle Morris, 2024
They say action speaks louder than words.
Europe proved it.
America proved it.
Yet you still chase them
like lost children chasing shadows.
They told you Europe is Heaven.
A lie wrapped in steel and snow.
A dream sold to the desperate,
priced in humiliation.
You know the truth.
Africans are not wanted there.
They hide it in laws,
in borders,
in silence—
but the hatred is loud.
Do not blame the Europeans
for stealing your money
with their wicked tricks,
their non-refundable fees,
their daylight robbery.
Blame your desperation.
Your hunger for illusions.
Europe was built
on stolen resources.
On your gold.
Your labour.
Your broken backs.
Without Africa,
Europe is an empty museum
with cold hands and colder hearts.
Why do you worship them?
When it is you
who feeds them?
They hate you
because you hate yourselves.
Respect begins at home.
There is nothing divine about Europe.
You can build a Europe in Africa.
You can rise,
if you stop kneeling.
Their visa system is a scam.
A trap for the poor.
A tax on your dignity.
Theft disguised as process.
Policy soaked in contempt.
And you,
African leaders—
senseless, careless,
allowing your people
to run away
from the soil
that could feed them.
Europe is a time bomb.
A land cracking under its own sins.
Yet you flee toward it
as if salvation lives in winter.
Look within.
Love your continent.
Honour your soil.
When Africa awakens,
the slave becomes the master
in the blink of an eye.
They made you hate yourselves.
Because a broken spirit
builds nothing.
Creates nothing.
Demands nothing.
Remember—
Europe came to Africa uninvited.
Not for exploration,
but for survival.
Because poverty lived in their bones.
They come here easily.
But make it impossible
for you to go there.
Only a fool walks into a house
where he is not wanted.
Stay home.
Build home.
Rise at home.
And let Europe knock
for a change.
Only then
will they respect you.
I see the smile on your face,
But the truth's in your eyes.
That smile and your laugh
Are only covering up lies.
You're only playing a part,
So the truth you can hide.
But I looked into your eyes;
I see inside you've died.
A single mother with no help;
For you, life has been cruel,
Relentless with its torment,
And making you look like a fool.
You could never get a break
Or even a little breathing room.
Life just wore you down,
Making you your own tomb.
You found a way to provide,
But I see the price you paid.
If you could still feel emotions,
You know you'd feel betrayed.
You're so empty I hear the echo
From the fake laugh you give.
It breaks my heart to see this,
The way that you have to live.
Every day there're problems
You overcome and subdue.
Your kids right there watching
Completely amazed by you.
To those kids you're a hero
In their eyes you'll always be.
You battled life and the devil
And came out with a victory.
Soft and gentle, like southern rain
Still as the embers, breathless
In the fire’s dream – lasting beyond
Graceful wisdom who portrays the eventual
Healing, the flaming gestures in the blaze,
Secrets revealed as the heart embraces
Away all the lost memories, the reflections
To blame for the melancholic urgency,
Inviting the gray, the misty mountain promises
Echoing in the intimacy of a whisper,
Alive like the soothing, the tender – the miracles
Preventing darkness from dimming the truth,
The light that solves fears with courage – daring
Taken from the root of a life who knows
The way to bravery comes to life in the distance
Imagined in skies resting like amazement,
In the past – along the edges silhouetted by
Love that saves the heart from its dark,
Embracing away the weariness of a worry,
The embers of the fury – where only the light
Can truly earn the word – whispering through
Peace, flavoring the pain with sensitivity,
Soothing the hues with brilliant themes, poetry
Hurled to the wind, like a thief who steals
The rest and brings angst to stir up the flames,
Silencing the beauty, piercing through the night
Like a glistening star’s finger troubles the heart,
Enchanting, yet gazing beyond the meaning
Of wishes, where the past meets the moment
With intimate words, breathed quietly, like peace
Taking away the shadow and leaving the shape
Whisper of hope, painting the dark in faith –
Awakening the alive in grace, dancing through the
Flames, taking away all the angst with wisdom’s
Desire rising through the fire in a whisper, a sigh
This is the wonder of life’s enthusiasm, the passion
In the smile, the fervor in the last mile,
The spirit of God who abides in the silence
Whisper of insight and inspiration, imagination
The bonfire of history burning away the past,
Wiping away all the dirt, replacing it with fresh
New praise for the One who made us all
The One who meets the heart…
in the whisper of a thought
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
April 23, 2023
Word Chosen: 9.WHISPER
The name of this poem is "…" So the first line is shown.
The system would not let me put that in the title box. Sew, so...
...
Hear and now, know here and now, no! No!
It is all wrong, “aint” that a fact?
No. Really… no.
Aint, paint, saint, I feel faint.
! Yes. Use that one. ! Use it again!!! (! Symbol and then…)
How about a ? ? (? Symbol for question and then ? for punctuation correct)
That is odd. Let us not discuss txting. (texting, xing, dead when driving)
Small “c”, big “C”, capitalized.
What about the rest of the letters?
Are numbers okay to use, if I forget how to spell, to, two, too much?
Paints in the box. The letters the shapes the textures of life.
Smell them. Take them in with every wiff, whiff? (Onomatopoeia, can you sing that?)
Double “dd”, double “tt”, double “oo”, wrong word score.
Spear, fear, mear, mere, “find the thesaurus”.
Have you ever spent time reading one?
You should.
The dictionary was badly burned in 1963.
No one nose, no's, knows who set the fire…
We did not land on the moon.
It was a sad day, but our people came home.
Safe.
The world moved on…
Remember when they gave spelling tests?
Three times each and every word, every line, get one wrong then do nine!
Are you still wondering the name of this poem? (...)
Laughter is the best place to begin looking at ourselves.
Mixed paint in a tray. Pencils, pens, art in words…Free Speech!
Hold on to your flag...
We, all of us… build sentences,
erect paragraphs and dream up skyscraper stories.
We swirl and whirl words around until they fit together,
The effort to find the perfect match.
The ultimate combination of acceptance and understanding.
Authors don’t get to stand and sing on stage, we must be quiet.
Storytellers rarely receive the time they need to fix the uncertain details.
Maps are lost, tiny jewels fall between the cracks,
but swiftly pens capture, miracles and even an epiphany.
Patient warriors, working for no one on earth,
fixed on collecting nothing more
than the truth.
IN THE RAINBOW OF REINING JUSTICE
Red is the flowing blood of liberation;
Black is the blood that flows from arteries
of those systematically murdered and
denied justice by the systemic tools of
racism imposed upon hued lives walking,
running, driving, or merely standing still
in the land of the free and home of the brave.
Beneath its tarnished green hue, white
is the statue of liberty; and Ellis Island
welcoming stories tell tales of bigoted pride
that laid the foundation of founding fathers’
ease of documenting a declaration of racist
oppressive servitude of red-blooded blacks.
Thus became the red, white, and blue colors
of the racist inequality of an outlaw nation
with its counterfeit law and order legalities
that enabled it to nearly extinct one race and
enslave another—all in the name of liberty.
And while the written his-story of its startling
beginning has been a romanticizing saga of the
home of the free and equality for all, the truth
of such molded lies has been shattered upon the
red, white, and blue anvil of God’s promised justice.
Today, a rainbow cultured determined people—
energized with unique fueling of peace and love—now
seek to sterilize a recovering nation of its bigoted systemic
racist infestation; and remove from its socio-economic and
political systems, remaining cancerous tumors of varied hate.
Don't claim that you know me don't even try
You don't have the tools to open that door, no matter how hard you pry
If I share part of me with you you're only getting what I offer
My thoughts are constantly evolving and could not fit anyone's coffer
I would rather tell you the truth, and bare all of your ire
Then spend a second with you, if you' are a ____ liar
If you play games with me do not be surprised
When I decide to play too, and expose all of your lies
However if your fourth right in showing patience with me
I will show you a depth of love, your life never thought it would see
If you expect that I will chase you, be prepared to want a lot more
I'm likely to barely say goodbye, but I'll happily open the door
I'm not the type of person, that lives to forgive and forget
But if you earn friendship with me, I'll take your place in hell, with no regret
If you find yourself my lover, you have won life's greatest prize
For after you've been cherished by me, no other will catch your eyes
The best moments in my life, are the ones that no one else will ever know
Loving, loyal, intuitive and passionate, I am a Scorpio
I lost hope; I broke down;
Who was there to save me then?
I looked awkward in that gown;
Yours was a wolves’ dire den.
So many years rolled away;
Still, your scary scorn
Blurs my world even today;
I need a new morn.
“Be it for a penny or be it for a dime,
You can never, never stand
On your own feet, regardless of time;
You’re born to digest reprimand.”
I was bullied; I was stung;
They tried to turn me to stone;
I kept on; I had clung
To the truth in polite tone.
Finally, the results got declared;
They came to know my work in silence;
A few got scared, the others just flared;
I was awarded for my diligence.