I am who I am
Who else might I be
The goof, the ham
A whole oddity
I cannot correct
With all do respect
The me in myself
Flaws you detect
I won’t moderate
My soul won’t deflate
To fit in a square
Be basic, not great
I find, I’m a lot
A mess, a knot
Perhaps too much
But not a robot
I’ve tried to change
To rearrange
Blend in the crowd
The feeling was strange
I chose to retire
Instead of re wire
To temper myself
Would kill my fire
So I dried my eyes
For, I am just I
I chose to be me
Instead of a lie
A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
In the cruelest situations I remain positive
You remained a piece of me even after you left
The final moments in the iconic dance scene from Dirty Dancing; starring the lovely duo Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze. This movie lives on in our hearts. Forever.
retrorewind80s Matthias, Thanks for sharing this memorable video. It's inspired a poem. Blessings.
You will remain my world
By Michelle Morris
22/02/2026
You became my world
You became the one
You stood by me, always
You were my best friend and lover
We let nothing come between us
We stood strong against the storm
Love, hugs and understanding
Kisses and passion and glory
Beyond these moments and magic
Dancing under the lights
Holding each other close
Celebrating our amazing life
Our friends are happy for us
Our family accepts our path
We are blessed beyond this lifetime
Our souls will remain amongst the stars
Thank you for being my heart
Thank you for being my soul
Thank you for all we are together
Thank you for being my whole
You will remain my world
You will be my only one
We'll go through life together
Celebrating each year under the sun
© Michelle Morris, 2026
We, Those Who Remain, by Faith and by Fire
Blazing through Valleys of Death, Never Brighter
Never Higher
No Stone Thrown, Uncast by the Lamp Lighter
Courage and Crowns, Valor and Grit
We Press Forth in a Glorious Solar Blitz,
Scintillating the Sands of Time
For We Are The Chosen, For We Are The Sublime
over the horizon a peach sunset is gliding into the west
day is done here, but why do the flowers remain open?
fey are giggling; faeries and gnomes understanding more than I
a mystical evening that I could never hope to capture on film
I take out my paints
I am grateful for understanding
the reason we close our eyes
when we kiss…and when we dream
is because some of the the most wonderful things in life
are those that remain unseen…
not meant to be witnessed with our eyes open…
but with a different body part…
to be seen and sensed and felt…
only within our heart.
Inspired by... Keeping the Faith and making a positive difference in the World.
I remain a conduit for God's Grace
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2025
There are times when I am weary
Feeling defeated from the Quest
The fight against Evil for Good
Takes its toll on my Soul's zest
I speak to God and His Angels
I ask for Guidance and increased Faith
Because it's difficult to be human
And help others' Demons slay
My efforts may be humble
My pace slower than I'd hoped
But I know I make a positive difference
In a World where Love seems cold
For I will keep Love glowing
I'll keep it warm and kind
My Light shines through every Darkness
To remind humans to be mindful
No matter what might happen
I remain a conduit for God's Grace
I persevere on my Life's Path
To leave the World a better place
© Michelle Morris, 2025
His mind a silent sentinel
Ever alert
Sifting the debris
Of forgotten duties
Its allegiance unquestioned
Yet cautious of the angst of authority.
It does not speak its mind
For it roams outside the gates
Touches the edges of thought
Without recoiling
A day may come
When the sentinel
Will no longer remain silent
Learning slowly
That thoughts
Generated in silence
Should not remain so
Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back,
I too wish to be at the resemblance
of hardworking thumbs,
those same fingers that sewed
the futile grounds back home,
my mother’s yuca farm,
my father's dying crops,
dance taking their final
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction
where my ancestors
sleep while their bones
continue
to prosper,
their voices evoke
within the breeze
that had asked
for generational appeal
to the heavens that took
their last breath,
“My body crisp
at the sight of the sun,
my mind wavers as my heart
knows endless
bounties of weeds,
twisting,
turning,
suffocating,
all of life beneath
our breaths,
Yet The Night is upon us,
offering eternal rest as
mercy has finally reached
it's limits, a new vision
begins alongside
the Golden
thread of Youth,
a soul that marked
a beginning and now
an end.”
All that's left withered
away as each ancestor
departs,
my parents left their grounds,
the vibrancy of life dried
up leaving no generations
behind,
My Youth became
their bodies and my life
framed forever in each
era of my ancestors.
I remain in the silence of the evening, wondering if it still matters now,
Whether you have forgotten me or if I was meant to forget you,
Because, in the end, what truly mattered wasn't the goodbye,
But the way you stayed, honest and full of love,
Truly present when I needed someone the most,
Like a warm light embracing the shadows at dusk.
Perhaps forgetting isn't the hardest part,
But losing someone real, a living and authentic presence,
A soul that knew how to be there without a mask, without hesitation,
Like an old tree offering shade and shelter on scorching days,
Or like a gentle river singing its story among the stones of time,
A thread connecting hearts lost in search of an answer.
So I sit here, contemplating memories that slip away like sand,
Wondering if your memory will remain alive deep within me,
For what mattered wasn't the departure, but your silent permanence,
Like a forgotten song that still echoes with longing and gratitude,
And perhaps, in forgetting, I find not an end but a beginning of understanding,
That the true loss is the absence of a heart that knew how to be real.
I tried to speak, but the words were hollow,
My breath held tight to leeward of an echo.
You said goodbye, like the end would follow,
But I’m stuck dumb trying to swallow.
You're far away,
But an echo still remains.
I called your name,
But silence forgot my claims.
You're far, far away,
But I still feel the flickering flame.
Of all we lost too soon,
As tide ebbed from our empty room.
I watched your eyes fade to dark gray,
Like stars that fail, shift to deep dark red.
Take me in to join you there,
I can't move to follow you, I'm paralyzed.
Before we were so rudely interrupted
We thouroughly enjoyed a chance we’ve got
We couldn’t foresee our plans will be disrupted
I didn’t know our time would be so short
Five happy years, then one day a curtain falls
So terribly alone, I sit and cry
You speak to me again, and the wheel rolls
I’m scrolling back to hear your previous reply
The messenger archive contains our story
I’m praying for the safety of our time
They can erase us without saying sorry
They can do anything, and we can only die
You’ve gone away, it means we’ve had enough
Of this old world, of all its joy and pain
Let’s die again, the cause of death is love
Your voice with me forever will remain.
Now, it is time for us to part
I think of you, my dearest heart;
in that, my sanity sustain;
for some of you does yet remain.
I’ll take your now cold hand in mine
and while, once more, they do entwine;
soft whisper all my vows again
for some of you does yet remain.
When only ashes I have left;
I will forgive the burning theft
and so forbear my ugly pain
for some of you does yet remain.
I’ll nightly rest my weary head
and dream within our marriage bed
then sleep where lovers often lain;
for some of you does yet remain.
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