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Exploring the celestial
there is my child, acknowledged as special
reckoning the stars with eloquence
freely propelled, bereft of spastic persistence
maneuvering his wheel chair-turned spaceship
defying gravity of disability along miraculous workmanship
verily mirth-filled
exuberantly thrilled!!!
Now, unbound from angst of bumps’ torture
anticipated by mother's heart upon mind's posture
h e r e am I wondrously ecstatic
basking under pleasure of dreamy merriment, so therapeutic
delighted at this worthwhile surreal moment
indeed transcending magical engagement---
to wake up verily thankful to the God of miracles
Who specializes in impossibilities*!!!
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
December 14, 2020
2nd place, "Podium placing promise(6)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/11/2021.
A grateful man has received the gift of love,
a person who has made all his dreams come true,
for the rest of his life, he would have been thrilled
~~towards precious pearl.
He was entwined by the green vine of fondness,
the stars were tumbling on his bewildered bed,
he was compelled to her powerful savior,
~~cupid~ dart hit him.
He believed infinity would protect him
yes, if love exists and his hands can undo
to scrub a memory, he shall make a mound
~~you~ made this to please.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: August 22, 2021
Your Best Sapphic Stanza Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Syllables checked by HM.com
Pike Place Market and Space Needle
race tracks out at Indy
stands Jefferson's Memorial
Nashville's Grand Ole Opry
Biking somewhere downtown Beijing (Bay-jing)
Great Wall nearby Xian (Z-on)
wow, thirty million in Chongquing (Chun-king)
pass Hong Kong on sampan (sam-pon)
St Petersburg a sweethearts tryst
ballet at Mariinsky (a theater hall)
an icon city of artist
like those by Kandinsky
Cars on freeways not stepping gas
fans run after The Rock
L.A. Lakers sign autographs
strolls in Hollywood Park
Chinese market in commotion
kids playing fingersticks
riverbanks in Tai Chi motion
reruns of Bruce Lee flicks
Stunning St. Basil's Cathedral
posing pics on Red Square
pass the Kremlin on a night stroll
goulash supper affair
Golden Gate, city by the Bay
Gateway Arch, St Louis
down Bourbon Street Mardi Gras Day
Graceland out by Memphis
Like that of Poe, in his real life,
to write was his haven
suffering the loss of his wife
two years since The Raven
Lamenting a loss is noted
though before it to be
guess a premonition floated
Poe writes of death, mostly
As you can read the no-frilled rhymes
a few strokes on the board
nothing compelling no-thrilled times
such things should be ignored.
Merely go out and drive somewhere
steer from them who forebode
Just be able to simply say
"Are we on the right road?"
While at homes here, or homes o'er there
Just living the homelife
Enjoying each other here--there
Live as one, free of strife.
Sorry she says, I don’t eat meat.
Okay, I agree. We have bread.
She shakes her head.
And fruit, I tell her.
Her eyes pop open. What is it?
Watermelon!
I am allergic to that, she tells me.
I look at my third grade daughter who is gloating in her grin.
The guest’s mama comes to get her a few minutes later.
No problem, even though I got stuck playing with her for the last hour.
Because my eight-year-old had not wanted to invite her in the first place.
Guest’s mama is thrilled that we had her over.
She thanks us over and over.
You were right, I say to my daughter, as I close the door.
Next time, let’s invite her mother, my daughter says.
There is no next time.
How I love those movies of old
Stan & Ollie were slapstick gold
Harold the stuntman, extraordinaire
Fred & Ginger were dancing on air
MGM's lion had a powerful roar
Universal Studios had monsters galore
King Kong, the greatest of them all
When Ray Harryhausen answered the call
Fay Wray became the Queen of Screams
Hollywood, the Factory of Dreams
Little Women, the classic, both happy and sad
Whilst Pollyanna just made you glad
Seven brothers thrilled with their famous barn dance
Gene was doing ballet in Paris, France
Bette, my favourite of trouble and strife
And Jimmy really did have a Wonderful Life!
The Beast: The smoke is in the opposite direction of me . ..... .. .
When I look at myself in the cracked mirror,
At first glance, I'm hideous as hell on Mount Everest! I’m not looking my best
Enraged out of all control
Sorry for discouraging myself in front of you –
At least I’m not head over heels over myself and my looks, which could crack any mirror that reflects my every revolting feature –
My body, my face, my everything!
The Beauty (Belle): Don’t talk that way, you modest, negative Beast!
The sweet aroma of flower blossoms is heading my direction!
I’m thrilled to have you and I sharing our affection, healing my infection in my heart – you saved me from the guy with a muscular and hairy body by the name of Gaston!
Thanks for allowing me to go the opposite direction!
He said weird, flirtatious things that made me speechless, yet uncomfortable
I'm beautiful now! Thanks for this gift of such a precious dress! I must confess I fell in love with it!
Everything works out in the end, even if I go through obstacles again and again –
You’re always there, my most beloved, furry friend!
Let’s run an errand…shall we do so? I don’t mean to offend!
The Beast: Teach me how to read!
I need to be taught good manners, especially at the table as you saw my poor manners last night at the dinner table!
Teach me to have a good way of living by being a proper, gentle, kindhearted, intelligent, and independent human being like you…
I bet you and I will have a good future spent with each other…
I know I was mean and cruel, but I’ve changed for the better just for your sake!
Can you join me for dinner!
The Beauty (Bell): Sure. Why not?
The Beast: *in his head* I think we’re meant to be with each other forevermore!
The Beauty (Belle): *in her head* You’re the one that I cherish and adore – just like reading a new, enchanting series…I can’t help, but fall victim to your well-spoken words and I’ve read books that were a similar genre to you, however, they weren’t as well-written, wondrous, and wonderful like yours.
Belle: Can you help me with my chores, my darling Beast?
The Beast: Sure! I’ll do anything for you! I’d transform into a human…all for you, sweetheart…..
I am but a leaf,
hanging on to the tree of life
pushing forth a bud in springtime
observing and looking at new life abound.
Then comes the veins, pointed stars and oval rounds
in a glorious soft green mesmerizing glow
that stretches up in prayer to heaven,
holding strong and steady through the summer.
I catch the rays of the sun on my open lattice
absorbing both light and warmth,
freely dancing on my elongated branch
never letting go of all I see.
Then comes the change of autumn weather
no longer hot but cool
and breezes touch to snugly embrace,
teasing me to release from attachment.
I resist, holding on as long as I can
but the sun has chilled and thrilled me as my colors fade
and eventually, I must let go
giving in, surrendering to winter’s temptress.
I fall down, floating among the others
gathered together in a pile spread across the earth,
covered and kept warm under sleet and snow,
to await the rebirth of spring when life returns again.
Step families are a tricky proposition. But with love, compassion and kindness, we can overcome challenges.
Family dynamics can keep evolving
By Michelle Morris
30/08/2026
I love your father
And he's the love of my life
I may not be your mother
But I love you like you're mine
I am going to love you
No matter how you feel
No matter what you say or do
My emotions are deep and real
Like soft petals that touch your cheek
Like sunshine on calm waters clear
Like soft puppies and kittens cute
Like the memories we hold dear
In this life we don't always choose
The family that joins our home
But we can make the best of it
Be kindness and respect in tone
On this journey filled with surprises
Like a roller coaster that keeps us thrilled
Family dynamics can keep evolving
Blessings and grace and goodwill
So, I will love your father
And embrace you as my own
Because we are one clan united
Love and happiness our home
© Michelle Morris, 2026
While looking through an old picture album the other day (Yes! Picture albums still exist) nestled in the seams of one page…we found this old and weathered list.
As we opened it and began to read…the two of us were thrilled…that old list contained the items for the dream house we would build.
At the top of the list…of course…a bungalow was number one…not too big…but with enough room for our children to play and dream and run.
There was no timeline on our dream house list…no specific when…it was just a list of all the things we dreamed about back then.
As I sat there holding that old list of dreams within my hand…I realized we never built our dream house…life didn’t go quite the way we planned.
After we finished reading the list…that together we’d amassed…I gently folded it back up…then turned to Deborah and asked:
“Are you sad we never built our dream house…sad you may have missed…your chance to live in a house with all the items on our list?”
She closed her eyes and visited her memory for a while…before she returned the list to the album…squeezed my hand and smiled.
“How can I be sad.” She said. “Though this is not our bungalow…this is the house we’ve raised three children in…and watched four grandchildren grow.”
“This house contains all the joys we’ve shared…all the sorrows we’ve overcome…this is the house that’s influenced who our children and grandchildren have become.”
“Yes, this list was never completed.” She said. “But it’s not as sad as that may seem…This might not be the dream house from our list…but it is our house of dreams.”
And I felt blessed she reminded me of something we both already knew…
that a dream house can be any house…where all your dreams come true.
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one
Well how could I resist her
She was sweeter than a song
The price was right, she was going cheap
Yeah’ she was going for a song
I was thinking of the summertime
Thought this soft top could be fun
I didn’t come tyre kicking
No I never haggled with the sum
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one
Sometimes were not searching
When surprizes come our way
This sporty little classic
Just simply blew me away
Wow’ what a steal I was thrilled
I never expected this
Bargains don’t come everyday
Especially not like this
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one
She was mint inside and out
Her paint gleaming like the sun
It must have been my lucky day
She still had miles to run
She was on the button
On the money too
Yeah’ she was going for a song
That came right out the blue
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
Yes this motor was a blessing
Always dreamed of owning one
© Copyright KC.Leake
28th February 2017
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