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A woman who lost everything she owns stands there
by the waterfront where the waves beat upon the shore.
The woman-transformed-***** is a prisoner of war
being carried to the foreign land of an enemy general
across the sea; she cries ceaselessly tears in her eyes
for the unbearable sorrow, she barks fiercely in intolerable anger.
In the eyes of the woman who gazes up
the top of heaven from the bottom of the deepest sea.
She sees the last images of her blood-stained husband,
her dear sons and daughters, died in agony.
For her husband, she shared everything she owned;
for her children, she cradled and lulled them in her bosom to raise—
except for one son who was abandoned in the field at the time of his infancy because of an oracular ill omen.
All these sorrows are unwanted bitter memories to recall, crueler than
the cruelest fate for a woman to undergo.
Now, she climbs higher up the mast
to appeal to her deep inner heart’s mortification;
to let others see her transmuted figure, an ugly *****,
her annoying bark reaches to the furthest point of the sea.
Is Amphitrite heard her heartrending cry?
For the ship lists by the billow Poseidon rises,
alas, but then, she loses her balance and falls
to the deck vomiting blood, she ends her pathetic life;
this *****’s resentment tossed by the raging waves,
at the end, was thrown upon the shore and became a standing rock.
The rock beckons the ships that pass the straits to tell her grudge,
but to the heedless seafarers’ ears it sounds like the mere surges
that come and hit the rock. However, at times, it sounds
in their ears, like a ***** barking feebly from her bleeding heart
because of all her puppies are taken away;
that’s why, legend says,
the sailors called this rock “the poor *****’s rock.”
van Gogh’s yellow transmuted — s a p p h i r e
on palette before my irises
faded sunflowers become
black butterflies
F l uttering
on outskirts of red beginnings
from cocoon onto canvas
is it my blue seraphim core
they seek to touch ?
astounded I splotch violets whispering
so they have nectar to quench
birthing thirst_____ white
sinking back into
sapphire SEA
I report to Neptune
all is well ~
_____________________
Unnamed Painting : Suzanne VanBebber
Private : Image Copyright : Oregon : May 26
Silver Winner Poem : Allpoetry.com : May 26
Assessor : Suzanne VanBebber
I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important it is to keep her earth-visit quiet from the masses.
I nibbled on the cracker nervously, wondering how long I would be stuck
Wearing this smelly fur suit, dragging this ugly super long tail?
Praying that Shark, my killer cat was out hunting somewhere else.
Poof! I was back in my normal body.
What other talents do you have? I asked my alien friend.
Not in words because aliens from the two-galaxies-over talk in thoughts.
I am a tripartite, she tele-pathed to me.
What’s that?
Her body immediately transmogrified into three separate, untouching-pieces.
Before I could close my shocked wide-open mouth, she had transmuted back into one complete alien.
Can you disappear? I asked her.
That was the last I ever saw of her.
Some days, however, I feel that she is here, invisible, watching me,
On those days, I wonder if I am going to find
Myself munching on a cracker.
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.Noone will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
i'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing.
Our true love story
By Michelle Morris
22/12/2023
You can meet someone
And they might be the perfect person for you
But more often than not
True love will require work and truth
That you're both authentic
And secure in your own selves
That you understand your boundaries
Know your strengths and weaknesses
But that true love story
Won't be limited to your souls
Your lives are entwined with others
For we are connected around the globe
What love is
Combines pure Love and Light
It's about kindness and consideration
Peace and support in daily lives
What love isn't
Includes the Darkness and the Fear
Everything we haven't transmuted
To bless and help us heal
Our true love story
Will never have an ending
It's about self-love and self-acceptance
It's about compassion for everyone's feelings
Love is more than our deepest emotions
It's about action and doing more
It's about relationships with all life
Making a difference in the world
Don't hold all your love inside you
Give it freely to let your heart overflow
Love is all around you and
It's in your soul's inner glow
Let's share this goodness today
Let's light up the stars in the sky
Let's inspire and uplift the world
And use our power to reach Heaven's heights
Every single moment
We can choose that Love and Light
We can make the difference
Throughout our many lives
© Michelle Morris, 2023
"True love stories never have endings."
~ Richard Bach
Remember divine love lasts forever. We last forever. And so do our stories.
Be the light. We are the light.
We are the light
By Michelle Morris
17/11/2020
In their eyes you may be incomplete
as they seek out the shiny baubles and squeak of shallow vessels and find them not wanting,
despite human nature being peacock taunting.
By their lips they may ululate,
the wars and strife who souls duly break,
but of you they may scorn
for you break the mould by quiet storms.
In their eyes you may be incomplete
for human beings have clay for feet;
we hurt and claw and crash and burn,
slaughter and fight against, and turn.
By their lips they may not celebrate your existence born by fate and choice;
for those who have the highest climb
must do so alone with no solace or voice.
We are the ones: The leaders and saviours of the undeserving masses who would not give us the light of day; but we are the Light and He sees all, and those humans remain very small in comparison to the universe's thrall -
Our crown of thorns transmuted
victoriously to glorious gold;
Our enemies defeated for good
as we claim saved souls.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Are you still left wondering what is holding you back?
What continues to keep you floundering in pain and lack?
What could possibly have the power to hold you down?
So completely covered in emptiness, you fear you will drown.
Is it the dark past mistakes you have carelessly made,
Keeping you troubled and in confusion, in tears and afraid?
What is the origin of your countless fears and burning shame?
Is it the belief that you’re helpless, hopeless and completely to blame?
When thoughts haunt you endlessly without reprieve
They build a wall of deception before your very eyes.
They make you believe you are powerless, worthless and small,
But the lies obstruct your ability to break through the wall.
Depression, anger, jealousy, confusion and rage
Are negative emotions hanging on the wall you have made.
Their energy lingers about you at every uncertain turn.
The only way to release them is to finally let them burn.
Let the inner fires of forgiveness conflage into healing flames,
Destroying the bitterness of unresolved issues making you a slave.
You built it and are the only one who can burn down your prison wall.
Freedom rises as the smoke finally clears and you can see it all.
Energy Is and will always be, but it can be transcended.
Cleansed and transmuted you set yourself free.
“Choose Again” is the mantra of freedom and hope
Refuse the echoing trauma of the wall’s endless tropes.
She was a girly faerie with twirly ways,
afraid of people, hiding in mushroom pods
or diving into hollow trees when she hears them
She has no idea when the fear originated
When she was a faerie-ette probably,
maybe really early, at two or six minutes old.
She remembers a luxurious day when the sun
was shining so brightly, and the cardinals were
bringing her messages. Suddenly there was a
silence that brought her curls out of the water,
so her faerie ears could better hear.
There was not a ripple on the lake except the
one she had just made. The deer were fleeing.
She saw their white tails flash as they leapt into
the verdant safety of the brush.
What is happening she asked? But the grasshoppers,
dragonflies, and mermaids were transparent. It was the first
time she realized that she could invisible herself. She instantly transmuted to an invisible air bubble, and began floating above the lake to try and see.
There were two large brown eyes looking at her.
"Mommy! It's a faerie!" a shrill voice said.
She was horrified. Her heart beat so fast, she was afraid she was having a heart attack. Another air bubble attached itself to her
air bubble, and sailed her into a meadow. When they popped her cousin got out. "That is man," she said. "They are killers."
That might have been it.
For the broken. It doesn't have to be this way. Blessings.
Shiny and beautiful and new
By Michelle Morris
30/05/2025
Your broken pieces
Keep making me bleed
Every time I show you kindness
You act like you don't need it
And the blood that is spilled
Even if it's unseen and unheard
Still breaks my heart each time
Leaves my soul with another hurt
Why do you feel the need to do this?
Why do you need the dark and pain?
Why do you need to mock the good?
Why do you feel you need to gain?
For everything I give, I give freely
For everything I have, I share fully
For everything I am, I share authentically
For everything I do, I do truthfully
There's no hidden agenda
There's no trapdoor or cage
There's no contract or bondage
There's no pain or rage
It's love and light and hope
It's kindness and compassion
It's empathy and grace
It's God's mercy and plan in action
And your broken pieces
They're being transmuted and healed
They've been blessed and transformed
From dark energy to pure freedom
You can look in the mirror
You can start to see the good
There's no more need to be confused
Your soul wants to be understood
Inside you the light is dawning
God's message has broken through
Broken pieces forming a new whole
Shiny and beautiful and new
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Love is a writhing mass of tentacles.
Its immense and undulating form sits deep in the depths of my core.
It constricts me, so everything I am
and all that I feel gets pulled back and transmuted into more.
It all becomes love.
When you're near, I can feel it rising.
Hungry arms reach-
shoot up into my chest, and move up my throat.
It wraps itself around- BECOMES my tongue.
I keep my jaws clenched.
I bite down for us both,
If I try to speak, It will burst forth and grab you- entangle you.
It will draw you close,
and in,
and down.
till "us"
becomes "I".
Until we are both at the center of all-consuming love.