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Who says a tree is bent, not straight, kinked?
For there are no straight lines in nature.
A line is a human abstraction, a connection between points.
Look around, all of nature is curves, coils, gnarls and bumps.
It's true that some spikes and spines are almost straight,
and beams of light are true,
but light has waves within
and the profiles of spines are wavy too.
All the lines you see in the view about you
are human-made structures,
with dead straight lines.
Most walls, roofs, bridges, buildings
are made plumb level and aligned upright,
by wayward designers, hell-bent on lines.
We all deserve Love and Light, Joy and Happiness. But that doesn't mean we can hurt others along the way. Let's try to show Empathy and Compassion, Dignity and Respect in our dealings with others.
Pursuit of our Happiness
By Michelle Morris
14/02/2025
You and I talk
But I don't think we communicate
We use words and tones and facial expressions
But somehow it gets lost in translation
It's so easy to talk of world peace
And yet here we are being anything but
You're determined to pursue your ways
And I guess I'm tired of being stuck
Around and around we go each time
Around and around again
You see you think somehow we're fine
You even consider us as friends
I concede they we have moments
Where the path is not filled with rocks and thorns
Where the waves don't decimate the shore
And the horizon isn't too daunting
But that's because I keep bending
Keep making allowances and forgiving
I focus on the potential I see in you
And stupidly forget my Light is dimming
Because when you're on different frequencies
When your energy is unaligned
There's bound to be friction
The Universe wants to move Space and Time
I'm not meant to stay here
Here in the Darkness with you
I was only meant to be a mirror for your Soul
Reflect the deepest, honest Truth
Ultimately I accept it now
That I cannot save you from yourself
And I completely accept that
I'm going to Heaven and you're going to Hell
As much as I feel I've failed you
I know that you've had every chance
My mission here is complete now
It's time for me to leave this Dance
It's been a lot of challenging lessons
But it is always good to know
Exactly what you don't want sometimes
So that your future can be rosy
To be flexible and open-minded
Can only get us so far
Sometimes we have to see the ugly Truth
That not all Souls have the same Path
And that's okay because we're unique
We're here to (hopefully) learn and grow
Sometimes we have to walk away
And let Heaven and Hell do their sowing
We all deserve Love and Light
We all deserve Dignity and Respect
Let's try to be Patient and Kind to all
In the pursuit of our Happiness
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Man of the textbooks, steady hands, clean mind,
Mane of ambition rising feral, unaligned,
Mend of the timelines tearing through his spine,
Mourn of the moment he steps outside his design.
I flicker where the timelines meet.
Crave was the spark that lit his hidden core,
Grave was the future he opened in the war,
Grove was the echo of lives he lived before,
Gore was the price when the ship tore through the shore.
Bright was the life he built, the gentle one,
Brite was the name he carved in forbidden sun,
Breach was the choice when the coils begun,
Break was the moment the two lives spun.
Flicker in the hull, he feels the hum begin,
Figure in the mirror, a man he might’ve been,
Fissure in his memory, two lives split thin,
Phantom in the bulkhead, caught half-within.
Phase was the hum that split his breath in two,
Faze was the shadow self stepping into view,
Fuse was the scream of steel deciding what was true,
Lose was the verdict when the bulkhead pulled him through.
I fl!cker wh3re the t!melines m33t.
Man-Crave-Bright-Flicker-Phase
Mane-Grave-Brite-Figure-Faze
Mend-Grove-Breach-Fissure-Fuse
Mourn-Gore-Break-Phantom-Lose
M A N C R A V E B R I T E F L I C K E R P H A S E
M A N E G R A V E B R I T E F I G U R E F A Z E
M E N D G R O V E B R E A C H F I S S U R E F U S E
M O U R N G O R E B R E A K P H A N T O M L O S E
M A N C R A V E
If we are not,
is this always the opposite of
when we are?
If we are negative,
is this sometimes appositionally
in creative tension with
when we are becoming more positive?
If we are a noticed absence
is this sometimes appositional
to we are not yet fully perceived?
And is this more oppositional
when we are an unnoticed absence?
Defying hostile misperceptions
we need never become known
appreciated
positively regarded
Or a newly observed absence
merely appositional lack of connecting
integrity waiting curiously aware
we are not yet seen
known
regarded
appreciated
cherished
And yet,
or not
still surviving
where and when
we once together thrived
Or still reviving
why
now and then
Earth once healthy thrived
wealth of positively co-relating
co-empathic
co-regarding not retributively just me
as also animatedly spirited
more positively
restoring restorying eco-we
multiculturally natural outside
multigenerational history
of inside trauma
and outside therapy
If I am not
merely the opposite
of who we are becoming
together
more than appositionally apart
Reconnecting egos
oppositionally
defiantly unhealthy
unwealthy
indigenously unwise
anthro-supremacist upstarts
and elder tarts
cuz I can't say old -arts
Here and now
pestering parents
and teachers,
nurses
and preachers:
If we are not feeling
physically sick,
is this merely the EarthTribal opposite
of when Others are thinking
spiritually ill?
Plotting, may not be planning
designing, may not be re-creating
maligning, feels unaligned
threatening, couldn't be encouraging
aggressing, feels spectacularly unkind
regressing, not impressive
dissociating, cause for not reassociating
divesting, feels like lack of co-investment
excommunicating, simply not communicating
colonizing, sounds like a malignant tumor rumor
punishing, seldom is rewarded with compassion
traumatizing, encourages self-stigmatizing
marginalizing, chronic traumatizing
terrorizing, critical drama events
Wandering uneased
wondering if we are anthro-healthy
inside,
is this ever the diseased opposite of
when we are feeling EarthTribe eased
outside?
The wheel of time makes
the head drag the mind
on the winding pathway
of the confused existence
amidst the rising dust
of the senile summer of discontent,
but the heart still breathes
the young spring air,
like a flower blooming
in the flushing meadow,
swaying in the sunburst colors of joy.
The threads of mind and heart,
seemingly untwinned render
the entities of dualism discernable
in the intricate lattice of
the shrouding shade and the luring light,
weaving the tapestry of life
into seamless paired wholeness,
caught in the conflict of
twin attributes seemingly unaligned,
but harmonious in dichotomy
like the sparkle of joy afloat
on the rolling drops of tear.
Let the fulfilled life see
the setting sun sink serene
through the chromatic lens
of the crystalline mind,
the ecstatic heart aligned
will absorb the last spectrum of harmony,
the gleaming bliss will then suffuse
the sanctum of soul in the twilight hour.
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Written March 14, 2021
September 7, 2021
Constance La France's Contest : "H"Contest New Or Old Poems
Much like the emptying of womb
Each time a mother gives birth
Increase in disasters and violence
Act as catalysts to cleanse the Earth
Many want to cling to safety
The smooth rhythm of waters around
Provision offered in waves
Without abrupt noise of unanchored sound
Along around the seventh month
Warning signals tense and flex
Preparing through unwanted movement
That strengthens muscles to pass the test
Resistance is futile against tide
Yet the unaligned will pull and resist
When birthing time arrives
The baby is found in an emergency twist
Many worlds have come and gone
The survivors are the lining of the wall
Memories are wiped each time
But new waters have helped them recall
...we are not from here
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2026
Eyes! Eyes! The two of them,
Like guards, at the body's helm,
Like lovers, pining to meet,
Held back by the neb's bridge.
They’ve seen the light and the dark,
The shine, the grandeur and the stark.
The lass, the beauty and the beast,
The war, the mayhem and the peace.
Conduits to the world outside,
Pieces of the vision, they capture,
In small blobs of color they divide,
To print them on the canvas of the brain.
See, they do. But do they see?
Their unsung twins, hiding,
Unseen, in the voids of the soul.
Seen only by the metaphysical,
Abstract notions of the mind.
They don’t see the light or the dark,
Or the ear-splitting thunder's spark,
Or the black or the white,
Or the babe's coos of delight.
See, they do. But do they see?
Yes! They do see,
That forced smile, out of place,
Unaligned with the contours of the face,
The sheen of a saint's heart,
Or the innuendo of a helpless tart,
The pain behind a beggar's cry,
Or the spirit in an athlete’s try,
The hate in a killer's eyes,
Or the integrity of a gamblers dice.
Eyes of the body, eyes of the soul.
See, they do. But will they see,
eye to eye, yes - eye to eye!
For one can see a man dying thirsty,
In the stretch of the ocean’s infinity.
And the other can see a man dying lonely,
in a sea of crowd, slowly!
subtitled: Lyrics by Lamoureux
He writes upon his poet's harp complex chords of life,
motivational music to halt us
from following malicious men -
fractured minds of mankind.
He writes peaceful melodies to soothe restless thoughts;
He write knowing only a few will sing.
The lyrics of the hopeful striving for upswing
find like voices in those who untie knots
from threads miserably entwined.
His voice punctuates with his pen,
joining writers prepared to oppose injustice
while harping on the foibles of strife.
Richard plays warfare’s veto on drum and fife,
combatting behavior that’s treasonous.
Bias seen time and time again,
protest throngs unaligned.
He notes unfair sanctions on free speech and boycotts;
He composes words to caution our offspring.
January 30, 2021
edited slightly for dramatic monologue
contest: My Significant 2021 Poem
sponsor: Beata Agustin
contest: Political Verse
sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
originally written for
contest: My Invented Form - I Write Upon
sponsor: Constance LaFrance