"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
To watch and see a grandchild shine
In a performance is to feel
Like shouting, “Yes, that one is mine!”
Of course his talents do appeal.
It’s hard to be objective, but
We want our grandkids to do well.
Still, if they aren’t great, my gut
Would let me know. (Though, would I tell?)
Not everybody who performs
In sports or some way on the stage
Will rise up way about the norms
And with the audience engage
Except within subjective eyes,
Which always think that they’re the best.
The future, though, holds the surprise
Of who will leave the world impressed.
He rammed his basket
Into the busy isle
Customers looking on
Clearing a path for the angry mile
...blind as a bat
Her face was withered
Hardened by life's trials
Raging with sharp, cutting words
Projectile vomit burning in bile
...missing the target
They line up outside the windows
With signs blazing with cause
Innocent souls passing by
Bombarded in the wrath of pause
...aware, unwilling to change
Worlds looking on the surface
Telling inhabitants how things should be
Believing enlightened consciousness
Is superior to being able to SEE
...WISDOM as necessary
...ahhh...yes, the blind can't see
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-05-2026
Neither a patriot nor a cosmopolitan
I’m walking no party line, carrying no cross
Sorry for this, but I’m just metropolitan
Making the ends meet, giving no toss
About others, and they feel the same
About me, so we’re on equal footing
Have a nice day is the one thing we say
Whoever we meet, doesn't mean rooting, tooting
Once I had a dream to live by the sea
Then in the garden I wanted to spend
The rest of my days, but it wasn’t to be
So I waved goodbye to both dreams that I had
That’s how I see it, patriots and cosmopolitans
Immigrants, refugees, seekers of home
Set your sails straight away to the dearest ones
Otherwise, you are bound to make it alone.
My eye is a small brown bird
that won't stay in its cage.
It slips through the bars of my lashes
and flies straight out the window,
chasing a real bird across the sky.
Grown-ups call this a non-focusing,
the eye should perch on the page
like a good, quiet pet.
But I think my eye is a bee.
It wants to land on everything sweet:
the crack in the ceiling, shaped like a river,
a shoe shining like a black lake,
a little galaxy of dust
turning to gold dust in the sun.
And when my eye flies home again,
it comes back full,
its wings dusted with honey,
ready to pour all that sweetness
back into my work.
So let your eyes fly.
Let them drink the whole wide world.
Sitting still isn't the only way to see,
sometimes the best seeing
happens in flight.
To see the world through your eyes
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2026
To see the world through your eyes
To experience the Universe
Sometimes it's simply sublime
Sometimes it's beyond words
Love and understanding
Light and serendipity
Hope and faith and dreams
Connecting you and me
I wish I could take you somewhere
In fact, anywhere you'd like to go
We could go on an adventure
We could have fun and enjoy roaming
No lost souls in the Universe
No lonely hearts and minds
We can create a miracle
Show how to live for mankind
Oh, my friend you know it
How amazing the possibilities
You and I like eternal flames
Vibrant energy and creative freedom
© Michelle Morris, 2026
What remains depends
on what you expected there
before looking down—
the eye searches for a world
it already thought was lost.
What remains can be
what you most desire to find
among all that's gone—
hope gathers the scattered tithes
making presence out of loss.
What remains may be
only what you feared to see,
waiting in the mind—
we recount the world that's left
or the world we feared we'd find.
Before we can see,
expectation shapes the eye—
hope and fear look first
then eyes open wonder-wide—
discovering - what remains.
It's imperative,
I change the narrative,
Give me a better chance,
Glance into destiny,
Seeing only the best in me,
The rest taught me to be,
Author of my reality,
A personality behind the pen,
Bending my mind through time again,
Sending signs of confirmation,
An affirmation of elevation,
Repairing a relationship,
Getting a grip on the past,
Blasting passed barriers,
A carrier of light,
There's no need to fight,
It's going to be alright,
Setting my sights high,
I pry open the present,
My moment is now,
And somehow, I always knew,
Our dreams could come true,
Staying true to the course,
A force resides within you,
Your guide knows what to do,
And it's up to you,
To decide how to view the ride.
I don´t want to see september come,
Wake me up when it is done,
on the 11th I failed again to silence the voice in my head...
now I wonder what if I actually were dead
I don´t want to see the 9th month again,
I wonder what my bed looks like since then...
how are the other sparrows in the cage,
And are the walls still beige?
I am done saying I am okay,
Because it will be a year since that day,
no I don´t want to wake when it´s september
I rather burn in flame and ember
I am a man that cannot see,
I have to trust in what I feel,
Because I feel you next to me.
I am a man that cannot see,
I have to trust those who guide me,
So I trust you won't leave me lost at sea.
I am a man that cannot see,
I value your voice more than your words to me,
So I trust you when I hear say you love me.
I am a man that cannot see,
I am not blind, I lived in a fantasy.
Now you have left me for him-
That is all I see.
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So glad ‘I can keep my doctors on my new insurance plan’
My endocrinologist’s next opening is June 07, 2027
Today I got a reminder call for tomorrow’s appointment with the insomnia specialist
Had to take a pass on the meeting, for it wasn’t in my book
As the year I made it, (2014) I had not by insomnia been overtook
And as for my Primary Care Physician, before I saw him, he retired
So I saw his partner, who with duct tape together had been wired
I asked him if he was actually a PCP for car mechanics
He smirked, then howled ~ said he’s just obsessive-manic
I waited - but you didn't come
until tomorrows became wishes for yesterday,
when that silly chuckle and knowing brow
made shadows play in
blinding sunsets and
the tired yawns of morning when
you were here...
when - goodbyes then, were only
temporary...but it all
suddenly became forever and
it seems impossible - but
that scratched groove we always
knew - skipped in the exact same place
ta-dum-ta-dum-ta-dum...when
carefree for granteds and
the waking sun would bring... a smile...
I, i eye sight you
i sight you, i sight you
i sight you
baby beloved love you
bronzed brown eyes
savor hue
cause i begin to release
mai heart increased
beating feeling di joy.
no fit throway face
~
I, I EYE SEE YOU
I see you, I see you
I see you
Baby beloved Love you
Bronzed brown eyes
Savor hue
Cause I begin to release
My heart increased
Beating feeling the joy.
Can't ignore
8/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
See you tomorrow
Have a good night
Terms of endearment
Say it in a moment of tenderness
Mean a lot to people
Don’t forget to say it
And say it often
How is your day?
What’s up with ya?
What’ve you been up to?
How should I say it?
There are many ways to say it
To reach someone to make a contact
Have we forgotten it already?
Where have you been?
Haven’t seen you lately
I wondered when I get to see you again
That’s a lot of days when I last saw you
What’s happening?
How is your family?
Things are good?
Talk to me
When did I last see you?
You miss me?
Say it play it whisper it
And it would be like brand new
A new contact
Just like you never left
Reconnected
Strengthened
Breathe life into
“Dry bones” - Ezekiel 37
See you tomorrow?
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