My poem is inspired by an awesome video by Adrien Raza @adrienraza on IG.
Slides to feel fine... (Sliding across the water. )
Thanks for sharing, Adrien.
Slides to feel fine
By Michelle Morris
14/02/2026
Trust me, it's magic
Trust me, it's fine
Trust me, it's changing
Trust me, it's divine
Feeling that freedom
All across the water
Slides to feel fine
Slides to feel immortal
Gliding and running
Running and gliding
At one with nature
At one with Soul tidings
No matter the day
No matter the moment
No matter the night
It's an excellent omen
You and I together
You and I are joined
Can you feel the connection
We're free and we're born
Trust me, it's magic
Trust me, it's memorable
Trust me, it's a blessing
Trust me, it's inevitable
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Greenland will be our posh winterland plaza
Blueprints unfold for a Riviera Gaza
Just hot air baloneyism
Or old-fashioned colonialism?
Panamanians shout leave! Viva la Raza!
I'm reliving a page long unturned in my mind.
I'm jerking off in my teenage bedroom.
I had seen my mother naked
in the shower…
just a mistake, a matter
of an unlocked fate - nothing really,
yet that image lingers on
as a gatecrashing life-video.
I have prayed to that blank-faced reaper,
(he with his darkly tinted tabula raza),
for a clean reset,
or at least a selective amnesia,
yet a visual memory will dissolve
only to reform again before my inner eye.
Ever since,
young Oedipus has begun to dig,
determined unto death to bury a vision.
Sixty years later
he is still hard at work.
Most welcome raza come here
Refugees,I invite you in belarus
We will give you wire cutters
You just have to cut the wires
There are no rules in dirty politics
Cross the border and go into Poland
Save your lives or freeze to death...
Note.Dalta rasha immigrants mala rauwra.
Two dogs were fighting each other.
The cause of fighting is on the bone.
That was only a bone in seeing.
It has no worth not of eating.
The feeling of winning is the price of it.
The winning is the name of the ruling.
The ruling can do everything.
It does not see worth in things.
Who fights for power is the example of a dog.
Power and ruling are only for God.
AQEEL RAZA
McCartney on Midsummer’s Night
So much of my life
I’ve thought if only
If only about things that could never be
If only Daddy had read for my daughter
If only Mammy had laughed with her
If only I’d seen a Beatle concert
If only I’d seen one of them........
And then it happened -
McCartney on Midsummer’s Night
In the National Stadium
A one time performance
First time here
He said Na Raza
But will he come again?
Who knows?
But sometimes the best things in life
Only happen once
Thank God for this If Only happening
Dreams can come true
For me and you
Paul too- thank you
But you may have to wait 50 years or more
But there may be a right time and place
There may be
Maybe there
In a time and place you’d never thought of
50 years from now or more
It may happen
In the end.............
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BeAdab gustakh jab aulad ho jaye
Chain sukh maa'n baap ka barbaad ho jaye
Cheen le budbakht jo walid ka sarmaya
Jeete jee kion baap na barbad ho jae
Aasteen ka saamp that beta nhi the woh
Maut ae usko woh barbad ho jae
Baap kee jo he raza Allah kee bhi he
Aashna is qaul se aulad ho jae
Maa'n ke hee pairoan talay jannat ko kar talash
Rah se bhatka jo too barbaad ho jae
Beta boorhay baap ka baazu he kehlata
Beta ye na samjhay toh barbaad ho jae
Nek o taabaydar ho aulad to wallah
Walideen ka dil khushi se shaad ho jae
Kia karein woh waladeen jab nakhalaf beta
Mayel e jaur o situm eejaad ho jae
Qibla o Ka'aba kuch kumtar nhi maa'n baap
Kaash hurmat aashna aulaad ho jae
Deen o dunya chin gaee naKhalf betay se
Baap per jo mayel e bedaad ho jae
Tu ne mera dil dukhaya to he mere lal
Hashr tak tu unsuni faryaad ho jae
Kion na ho jae pidar phir zinda dar-goar
Jab pisar badbakht hee sayyad ho jae
oh there is that phrase
what does it mean
is it you to whom I refer
are you jogging your memory
giving it a stir
in all fairness to society's webs of ******** lies
pass times are granted to those who choose to have them
casual roll in the hay with someone who know
or someone you just met
all in hopes of saying screw the world....or
someone you are trying to forget
it is a dance between two people letting go and not caring about the rules
that really don't apply
don't see the point in having a political mindset when politics
STILL
and always will hold society back
its a liberation of this hierarchy that makes me roll over laughing
I am not with anyone
yet I am the one who can ease someone's pain... or someone's woes
who they are... you will not ever know
id wear black because I feel like a shadow
waiting to enter a life... where light has blinded every bit of what they used to be
and they get a friendly reminder from the likes of me
i am for raza... every shade there could ever be
history is being repeated... or is it being slowly turned around
pass times make it worth hearing the way it sounds
when the tables turn
LICO
Un hombre con pasión
A la humanidad
Sin temor a al pobreza
El daba a la hermandad
Carnalito, él llamaba
A todo que se le enfrentara
No veía ni color ni raza
Pues a todos, él le abría su casa
No había nada
Que alguien necesitara
Y que él
No se ofreciera
Tanto él como
Su esposa
Hacían hoyos
Por cualquier causa
Un hombre
Tan amado
Que lastima
Que haya pasado
Con el señor
El ha de estar
Abriendo senderos
Para los demás
No es el recuerdo
Que tiene uno de su morir
Sino lo feliz
Que nos hizo por su vivir
Lico, en las manos de Dios estas
Y un día
Contigo estaremos
Descansando en paz
No adiós, Carnalito,
Sino hasta luego
Pues al aire libre
A pasear volveremos
Por: Nena Enríquez
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