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My Dear
O
my Father, if it be possible let this cup pass me
Nevertheless
Not as I will but as thou wilt
My Dear
Watch and pray that you enter not into temptations
My Dear
The spirit indeed is willing,
The flesh is weak
Nevertheless
We shall see you sitting on the right hand of Power!
and coming in the clouds of heaven I will lift my eyes wide for the signs
My Dear
Today with you this way now be close-knit fabrics soul mate clear every time
Make a decree that you will never to cry these words--E"-li,E'-li-la'-ma-sa-bach'-tha-ni? Never you Be forsaken in the veil not heaven nor earth between the worlds the case is sealed and closed.
My God My God why hast thou forsaken Jesus in me.
After three days
I
Rise and you my Dear walk on By.
Do I need normal shoes equipped with cleats?
I’m not as steady as I used to be.
The town in which I live has narrow streets: ...
So where’s this poem going? Bear with me!
I’ve always had an eye for pretty girls.
Polite and non-aggressive, if I spied
a fetching face, or shoulders draped in curls,
I used to cross the street. Once on her side,
I wouldn’t pester, leer, or be a pain:
I’d walk on by, not try for conversation.
My face a mask of diffident disdain,
I’d let her dominate the situation.
She’d probably ignore me (often did):
but what if there’s a question? Way to go!
She’s looking for a store that’s selling squid,
or just a joint to grab a cup of Joe!
Striking up a friendship on the hop –
it sometimes works in movies, so it can’t
be fiction! I could steer her to the shop,
all charm and bumble – humbly Hugh Grant!
You never know your luck. A great romance
could flourish for a self-asserting hero!
but though I offered Cupid half a chance,
it never happened once. I’m batting zero.
And now, back to the narrow-streeted city,
whose sidewalks are beyond an urban joke.
We need some kind of citizens’ committee:
the grouting’s gone, the slabs are old and broke,
and cars encroach upon them when they park.
I told you I’m no longer twinkle-toed.
It’s safer (and not merely after dark)
to walk right down the middle of the road!
The other day, I realised I’m old.
I shunned the sidewalk, barbers’ shops and churches
to stride where sandals score a sounder hold,
and grandpa’s feet can get a better purchase.
The flagstones to my right gave up a treat:
a lovely woman – no, in fact – a wonder!
I didn’t shift position in the street,
and Fate could not create a tryst. I shunned her!
The road felt good: I opted for the same,
the surface safe and welcoming and slick:
I chose security and felt no shame,
the asphalt more appealing than the chick!
Must I always stand by and
Silently wait for you to notice Me?
Standing quietly in the
Shadows where no one else would see.
Hoping you would notice or maybe then again you just might
Walk on by,
Never once to notice by then why would you try.
After all ahead of you was a
Path so bold and free,
Why would you turn and, and look at
Someone as insignificant as Me.
And yet for one brief moment your
Eyes met mine,
And in that one brief moment it would become a lifetime.
Two spirits touched in that moment and knew we could never part,
The beginning of a lifetime we would start.
You turned and smiled at me
As you gently took my hand.
And promised by your side
You forever wanted me to stand.
It seems that sometimes
dreams do come true ,
As for me this dream was a reality for it gave me you.
"How are you?" has become a greeting rather than a genuine inquiry about how someone is doing. We live in a world where no one really seems to care about other people, unless they're getting something out of it. This is sad and unfortunate.
I hope that you are genuinely well and happy. May July be the start of a beautiful life.
How are you?
By Michelle Morris
30/06/2024
How are you?
It is said like a greeting
No one waits for the answer
They walk on by or carry on speaking
What has become of us?
A society that is so broken
Where people hide behind screens
And social masks of smiles as tokens
Where is the depth of care?
Where are the true friends and family?
Where are people who are genuine?
Who want you and not your money?
Why are we so disconnected?
Why aren't we appreciating the good?
Why are we passing one another by?
Why are so many moments misunderstood?
So many people are afraid to speak
To say how they really feel
Afraid and alone and weary
Of their circumstances and needs
Is it too much to ask
That people slow down and take some time?
Try to show genuine interest and compassion
For their fellow humans and their lives?
How are you?
I hope you're feeling blessed
May you enjoy your life fully
And know that you're the best
In someone's heart
In someone's mind
In someone's home
In someone's life
Because every single
One of us
Deserves to feel cared for
Deserves to be loved
How are you?
Let's ask this carefully
Be genuine and connected
Remembering we're one big family
May we all feel acknowledged
May we all feel seen and heard
Create a better society globally
Where we uplift instead of hurt
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Card Pack Play
You should have told me sooner you didn't wish to stay
Not adding more years, as you continued to play
Women are your weakness they fall for your charm
Eyes opened wide I should have listened to bells alarm
To late did I realise your cheating done to me
Plans of being together you would always guarantee
Your lies and games played found, only to be caught
If I had known then I would have left you like a shot
Angry at your contempt and feeling such a fool
Challenged you directly the rows would ensue
Denials and your silence you believed would ebb away
But answers as to why I asked you every day
I'm done, won't be back, lost, gone, forever
Never to be trusted, no happy ever after
Your ego grew manipulated by your selfish ways
Your web of lies more complicated than a mensa maze
No love for you now felt, drowned deep within my tears
The woman I've become is stronger has no fear
Moving on was easy set mind into fifth gear
Out with friends, having fun, drinking ice cold beer
I heard you still played your cheating lying card
Faces of many, hidden within your show facade
you really are a coward, a many coloured chameleon
Way you style words you play talk to the women
Unknown to them they are your ensuing victims
Cast your charm, fall for you, move on is your system
My heart is healed, forever sealed, no more will be open
Head held high, walk on by, this woman wont be beaten
If I saw you in the street I would smile an say hello
But to me your truly a person I used to know
I will never return I do not seek you back
All are welcome to you I am free from your card pack
If you seek a return for me it will be denied
There is no going back to your created world of lies.
23.09.20
My Dearest Brava,
On Q I'm awakened by the boom
sounds of thunder in my soul
lightning striking fire
I'm burning up
and the day is yet to wonder
the lark consumed
cats eyes, shined
walking fence posts after dark
twinkles amongst stars
it's three and I only feel one
an enigma
but that's not truth
and we only live on truth
stale bread and holy water
stolen from the catacombs
but we're not going to hell
we're already in paradise
I followed you til you stopped
and shook my rust
dancing a tango to Lima
humming a sultry Sierra tune
twirled about in Paris
making love
and more than that tower swoon
bare in a blink of an eye
awaiting
not letting trouble walk on by
be that one,
shoot across my sky
Are we all too busy?
Are we all too scared?
We see someone in need
And then convince ourselves we've misread!
Do we walk on by as someone sits in the cold to cry?
Are we so self consumed that we don't see someone facing doom?
Are we just for us?
Nothing matters no more unless it offers some kind of door
To satisfy our lust - we just can't get enough!
Do we take a step back, walk off the track?
To offer a helping hand when we see real despair
Can we take a step back?
Or is the 'I'm alright Jack' attitude a way
To get through the day
without using our minds to offer or just be kind
Head always down on the phone, social media frown
Something got lost along the way when electronic words are all we say
Do we stand by strangers in need?
Do we nurse them as they bleed?
Do we spend our money so they feed?
Or are we all too scared to step out of this life that we're force fed?
To help someone on their knees who's lost all of their dreams
Face up to world that does not care about the scared lonely stares
It's dog eat dog out there, I know, I've been out there, I've seen out there
But we are humans and we should care when we see a scared, lonely stare.
When I was a young guy
With my head stuck in the sky
For everything a why
Fought with my pen
Since I can't remember when
Mother says I was a born writer
But turned out I was a fighter
Always pulling an all nighter
Long days
Maybe my evil ways
Kept me always on the go
I was not someone you got to know
My heart I didn't show
The world was mine
No light I cared to shine
Living in a world I didn't want
So many bad memories that haunt
My lifes one lonely flaw
Is living unsaw
But I learned maybe that was good
When your misunderstood
So many like me
Out there to people not to see
A lonely life that turns out to be
So many walking the street
Head down in defeat
Living from day to day
Never knowing what to say
No where to stay
Shivering through the night
Hard to see the light
When life's such a fight
Life and people pass me by
Never to see the tear I cry
I try to not bow in defeat
When I'm looked down on as just more trash in the street
I have a heart
Even though my life has fallen apart
The hard fight
So many a cold night
One slowly loses the will to fight
Standing in the rain
Lost in the pain
You walk on by don't even look
Lost in your own little nook
I am standing there
No one seems to care
Do they even dare
The world of today
Lost is the way
Those that are kind
So hard to find
Nothing new
Covered in morning dew
Wishing for some hot stew
This is life
Self made strife
Of the broken mind
Peace so hard to find
When no one can be kind
As I sit here in my home and watch my children grow
I worry for the future and wonder what will come
I take the time to educate and teach my child to know
Of the differences within this world and what person they'll become
We talk about the things in life that they will come to find
That unfortunately their world is full of injustice and poverty
I teach them about empathy and how to become kind
And encourage them to think about the world they want to see
They'll witness racism on the streets and won't just walk on by
They'll feel the indignation and anger of being ridiculed
For their sex or gender type but they'll hold their heads up high
They'll stand for justice and equality and they'll not be fooled
If they want peaceful lives and the world to keep on turning
At every opportunity they need to embrace and give love
They need to build their knowledge and always keep on learning
But also to promote this peace and give hatred the shove
We think that by keeping busy
and having a million and one things to do,
the Grim Reaper will walk on by and forget us.
By keeping our nose close to the grind,
our eyes won't meet and lock on his,
meanwhile ignoring the bell that sounds
for other unsuspecting souls.
In the meantime we keep on keeping
our nose to the grind and our eyes
locked on the targets of tasks at hand.
No end in sight to jobs to do
No time to die today
We're way too busy
Plans are endless
The list grows longer when
it should be winding down
It's a race to the finish line
and time is the stopwatch
with a fickle trigger finger
AP: 2nd place 2025