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"We are called home once more". This is hauntingly beautiful. I'm inspired to write a poem. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes.
We are called home once more
By Michelle Morris
17/02/2026
There is this longing
Deep within our souls
It ignites our hearts to remember
It helps our hearts become whole
The people who touch our lives
They become part of our bones
Our hearts and souls and DNA
They are where we find our home
Every moment we share together
Every blessing that is formed
Its warmth spreads through our bodies
Our connection is forever dawned
But nothing human lasts forever
We're here for a handful of God's years
We can only hope to make the best of them
Celebrate the wins and the tears
We are called home once more
We are starlight and stardust formed
Our eternal souls know better
Being human isn't our norm
We are meant to soar in space
In the Universe God made for all
We are called home once more
For us Heaven celebrates evermore
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
Christmas 2025
2025.12.25
Monkey, monkey sits on the desk,
Do you witness him still surfing on the internet.
Ask him out to get some sun light,
Walk on the beach or wade in the sea.
There are so many things to see.
Broaden his mind and enjoy the sunshine.
This Christmas, the presents
Were much less than last year
Not because of being stingy,
Or love him less than what was used to be.
It was purely because ......
Strangely this year,
There was no Christmas lights,
Decorated in front of his house.
What has happened to him,
No celebration nor decoration?
Did he know that,
Everyday for the past six months,
His favourite song was the first
And the last piece of music
I play at the piano.
He was the person who introduced me,
To the world of music and encourage me to play,
Yet, he never knew nor had a chance to hear
What I play everyday.
Faith, that was all about faith.
Merry Christmas and Happy New my dear.
Good bye and good luck to you.
If a man's time fragmented into pieces
Of success and of fail made the beads
A lace chained into with different color
Of its light either stronger or weaker
Showcasing as a piece of music wire
Producing tune by the same composer
With each theme carefully agreed well
And listened by audience same to player
Such the moments could a life have?
And how long a chain could tears tie?
Of a lace is chained up only with love
And shows no demise and never die
I HAVE EVERY THING.
I have a family,
The only member in it was me.
I have a partner in crime,
We both steal some time.
To beat the cancer and disease.
I have a partner in music,
We both played by the ears.
He played drum, guitar, then ukelele.
I played guitar, harmonica, then keyboard.
We read no music notes.
We both played piano.
I have a long lost dear friend,
I do not know how to make amend.
I have acquaintances,
We carry out the same performances.
I have a lover,
Who tried to be clever than me unnecessary.
I have a confession to make,
I still help you in secret ways.
I have an idea,
You turn all my theories into practices.
I have a dream,
A book full of my poems' stream.
I have an enemy,
That was me and me only.
I have last words to say,
I left you but my feelings continued to stay.
I have a dying wish,
I can compose one piece of music
Using my personal music language.
I have a secret,
Ssshhh!!!, I am not telling.
I have everything
Nothing is plenty enough for me.
Winter comes and it freezes.
It will leave and come back another year.
But the cancer and the incurable disease,
May come back and end our lives any time.
I hear the church bells
from not too great a distance.
I sit in my apartment,
the window is closed.
Yet this music seeps from the other side
of this glass, as though we could see it.
There is emotion, but no belief in gods;
a love of spirits that are not there.
A taste on the tongue may be sharp
yet can be welcomed by the mouth.
A piece of music that rattles
can bring pleasure to the ears, the heart.
Belief in gods may make us grin,
yet is it not a smile,
a welcome expression we adopt
as we do when hearing a chime?
(27 Feb 2024)
A piece of music takes us by the hand
and leads us through its world from time to place,
from place to time by hand from land to land
within a vast expanse in which to pace.
But soon it's gone, has left my ears and life,
and moved its eyes to left, right, up and down.
It smiled so smugly as it gave me strife
and left me with these saddest eyes that frown.
Yet thank you, dearest sound, for being here
with notes and bars that aim to bring us pleasure.
We smile so hard to try to quell our fear
and try so hard to elongate our leisure.
This muse was swiftly here yet so soon parted -
yes, fled with speed. It's gone. We're broken-hearted.
(6 Jan 2023)
In April everything was green,
a patch of blue couldn't be seen,
the orange sun was kept away with dire;
I lied down a scented blanket of emerald...
while the yellow robins circled above
showing their aerial skills that impressed,
but the brown-winged hummingbirds perched
on plum trees created a piece of music so unique
that even a composer couldn't imagine...
how inspirational was their song to God!
Swaying auburn trees on a November magical day
show their lustrous colors to daze minds,
their branches undulated by the auspicious wind
remind me of that red-headed girl I kissed;
did her image vanish before I could express my dismay?
I assumed that manifesting passion would bind hearts!
This is one of my favorite places I often frequent
when loneliness grips me by a feeling of helplessness;
I've built an imagery temple to her frivolousness,
to someone too sensual and stripped of amorous intent...
kissing her under swaying auburn trees that enchant
and spread their delusional essence of stifling dissent!
Long ago I was given a medallion, a gift from a beautiful women
when she gave it she said "remember"
Whenever I look at it, I remember
The night, the music, the snow falling outside, the frosted windows
This medallion has a flower engraved on it, with the word love
When I look at the medallion a song plays in my head
a beautiful piece of music called Europa, it haunts me still
A night when love was held like a beautiful painting
by two souls lost seeking fire with hearts of caged emotion
where a timeless sense of forever was burned
into the fabric of our wants and needs
I can still smell her perfume, still, feel the smoothness of silk
still see the candles flickering she lit before playing Europa
On a small table, the empty wine glasses reflected the candlelight
in a glimmering glow
She led me into an unknown world with a smile
where every sense was opened and spilled
Of all the memories I hold close, none as tight as this one
The night I was taught romantic theater
by a beautiful woman and her music
3/14/21 contest I Remember
sponsor Malabika Ray Choudhury
My soul was like a puzzle
When I was a little girl
I had a piece of everything
... The beauty of the world
A colorful mosaic
Made for everyone to see
For me to take into the world
And see what I would be
I took a piece of poetry
To hide it from my friends,
...and then a piece of silliness,
But that’s not where it ends
I had a piece of music
That I used to love to play.
The people liked a different tune
... I let it slip away
And as I traveled down the road
I left them here, or there
I let some people take them,
... And I didn't really care
But one day when I sat to rest,
I noticed they were gone
I left behind the colors,
And the laughter, and the song
So I went back to look for them,
But only found a few
My pieces didn't fit
The way they did, when they were new.
Some pieces were still missing
And I’d never get them back.
Some pieces torn and tattered,
... So; I put them in a sack.
And now I hold my pieces close,
I use them everyday
I hope to someday fix them,
... And then put them all away.
It's obsessive Compulsive
An addiction For fiction
A need I must feed
To clot the bleed
I feen for intensity
Of searching for clarity
In an enchanting mystery
The opposite to reality
The house becomes still
Not a soul to entertain
It's time for my meal
Everyday it's the same
A short piece of music
A cosmetic aesthetic
The very reason they use it
To stir my fetish
It's an intense venom
Paired with tachycardia
Slow metabolism
Is how it'll get ya
Suspense induced paralysis
Excluding sticky fingers
My personal analysis
Lethargy lingers
So I keep coming back
Escaping my existence
I'm hooked like crack
Doomed to be defenseless
In a world of desire,
Beauty is often confused,
with physical appearances......
Yet, what is real beauty?
Beauty reflects one's tender heart,
One's sweetness and gentleness,
It's the beauty of one's soul.....
And if carefully examined,
Can be found in all.......
Beauty seeks expression,
And leaves a lasting impression,
Through such things as kindness, compassion and service,
And leaves such reverence,
And love for all humanity,
And all the world's creatures......
Beauty is the souls true essence,
Which has the most beautiful fragrance,
It's expressed in a piece of music,
Or a noble pursuit....
Its core is tenderness,
Which enhances togetherness,
Which brings humanity together,
And lasts forever....
Beauty is in the dew drop,
And the summer breeze,
In a Mother's caress,
And I must confess,
If one looks hard enough,
Can be found in even the most flawed person.....
If we look for only the beauty,
In all people and life,
We will see that it is always reflected back to us,
In life's beautiful song,
To which we all belong.
I still love a lovely sunrise.
I'm still struck by a rising full moon.
But bring outraged by the actions
of my fellow humans, I think,
I've just been around here way too long.
I still love the early morning silence.
I'm still struck by the moments before a storm.
But being surprised by the stupidity
of our esteemed leaders, I think,
I've just been around here way too long.
I still love a new piece of music.
I'm still struck by new visions of art.
But being appalled by our capacity to enjoy
the blood shed of other humans, I think,
I've just been around here far too long.
You stare at me with vacant eyes
It’s like living with a stranger
Tears and tantrums we both despise
Where is the man I once loved?
Locked inside your own little world
Sometimes a piece of music makes you smile
But every day I know I’m losing you
I’m losing you bit by bit
I no longer get greeted with a loving kiss
These days you lash out uncontrollably
I get battered and bruised by your flying fist
But I’ll never give up loving you
NOT written from personal experience of living with someone with dementia
08~07~16
You float and soar the skies
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious
Thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate
How could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross
Albatross as you soar up high
you take my heart with your beauty
on your endless wanderings
and fill my heart with delight
For me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird
30/05/2013
contest Mood Music
long before he started Fleetwood Mac I knew Mac I have always thought Albatross to be the most beautiful haunting piece of music ever I would die happily to its notes Did you know that Mac did not think it good enough for release? Lucky for us the record company thought differently.
A Coming Together
Lizzie Treetop
We reach out to each other across space and time
What an incredible, challenging world we live in
Joining together as one, different people different cultures
Reaching out to each other through modern technology
Accepting things that once could only be dreamed
People recognizing a kindred spirit searching seeking
Exchanging ideas, beliefs, beauty, pain, tears and... fears
Artists joining together beholding sheer beauty
Contributing ideas, thoughts and their many varied talents
Some even sharing a poem, a picture, a piece of music
Friendships, growing developing, becoming everlasting
Even love suddenly spanning across space and time
Awakening an all consuming passion, desire and need
Tis a wondrous world that we have all suddenly entered
To be a citizen of this internet age, such an adventure
Barriers even, maybe one day, seeming obsolete unnecessary
All fears of the unknown disappear as we become as one
A family of the internet age, together across time and space
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