A deluge on my joy
I am just one toy
To be used a bit
Then, in a pile to sit
Choices molded
My ballot folded
For causes, I know, not
Cause I am just a bot
Czars of the world, new
Use and dump, not a few
Sparing a small number
Who, favored, slumber
They support your cause
Lulling you without pause
Wake up ere t'is too late
Ere they've bolted the gate
Written: September 12, 2026, Not For Contest
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Dear World, I bring no Banner—
No trumpet for the brave—
But only hands grown weary
Of teaching hands to wave—
Let every border soften
Where frightened hearts divide—
And may the stranger's sorrow
Find shelter at our side—
The Earth has borne our thunder
Through cities turned to flame—
Yet still She gives us harvests
And calls us each by Name—
So let us choose the gentler—
The mercy we withhold—
For Peace begins so quietly—
One Heart—then another—held.
The world can see
Unless their eyes are glued close
That the law only applies
To regular and poor people
It doesn't apply to the rich
Because they constantly
Ignore and defies court
And Judges orders with
No backlash
They just ignores it all and
Continues to do what
They want, so where is
The law again or what law
Dedicated ti my dog Einstein:
If I could spread as much love as my dog does daily,
it would be the biggest achievement in life!
My dog is overflowing with unconditional love,
bringing smiles to everyone everywhere!
He is very smart and always teaching lessons
This lesson is the most important one
- and it is what the world needs nost -
Heidi Sands
9/10/26
(C)opyright
The workshop doesn't teach poetry.
It simply preserves
the threads of voices
woven into
words and emotions.
The diwata believes that every poem carries
a piece of its poet's soul.
Time stands still
in this enchanted world.
In the cloudless sky,
the stars dance
around the moon.
Beyond the window,
alitaptap drift
across endless fields
of sampaguita flowers.
Their fragrance lingers
in every corner
of the workshop.
Beneath a crown of jagged, frozen night,
He sits upon a throne of ash and bone.
His breathing steals the silver from the light,
And leaves the gasping, frightened world alone.
No crimson robe adorns this solemn king,
But woven shadows draped across his chest.
He does not speak, yet dark horizons ring
With quiet echoes of his utter task.
His scepter is the sudden, chilling frost
That halts the beating of a summer heart.
He counts the treasures that the living lost,
And tears the fabric of the stars apart.
Yet beauty lingers in his hollow gaze,
A quiet peace within the longest sleep.
He ends the torment of the winding maze,
And guards the secrets that the dead must keep.
The jingle-jangle of coins in the cash register
and the ringing of the bell
The click-clack of the Smith-Corona*
and the ringing of the bell
The raw power and whistled shriek of the locomotive
and the ringing of the bell
The ringing bell of the telephone call
schools now use a buzzer – not a bell
Is it a better world today without these forgotten sounds
~ and without the ringing of the bell
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*An obsolete upright, manual typewriter. (Sniff, sniff).
like the rock for the centipede
or the shell for the hermit
take refuge under the moon
as the world goes quiet.
with silence like a serpent
taking shelter from the wet ground
anchor in gratitude
for the day that was had.
amidst your silenced tongue
there are sentences waiting to be spoken.
amongst your alienated adversities
awaits acceptance.
the same song
sung by a different bird
and angelic voice
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
light of the world held in God's fingertips
Hold
Firm
Like Ori
Lit in Orun
While earthly noise climbs colossal
Trying to blur your fluorescence
With shadows precast to
Mimic ancestral rumors
Hoping you'll forget the
Cosmos Supreme being
Stitched into the deepest
Chambers of your intellect.
Flakes of ashes brushed off,
From a face that aches of dust caught,
The departed days go unnoticed from the keyhole it peeks,
The "authority" goes by to sleep, if only it could speak,
Petrified by them, they say,
The ones who doze off through these, hurled with dismay,
Pillars in construction dropped off for hostile strikes to take place,
Harsh bombs, an arm extended in support from the gaze,
But to whom? the offenders who blitzes raids with no sign of ceasing,
To quickly exterminate the problem known as "citizens",
Citizens, the people flourishing in the land, with jobs, future and family,
They have hopes and dreams too, a bright tomorrow that they could relish,
All they wished for was to stay, not to partake in this misery play,
The lost and afraid, the scene unwraps to a brutal display,
I hope the gaze moves onto the ones in fray,
Despicable us, all we can do is pray.
Anyone who thought that
The past was great for them
And wants to live in it fine
Go for it, stay in it
But the time for others is
Moving forward into the future
And it going to happen
759.
Exaltation to Mary:
Queen of the World
Glory to God in the highest
For crowning Mama Mary among the rest
As Queen of the World & of the Universe
Queen of all Catholic/Universal believers
You are the Queen of the World – where all continents have Catholic Christians
The World – Home of Catholic Asians, Europeans, Africans, Americans & Australians
God bless the World for having Mama Mary
Oh Universal Queen, to you also glory be.
Amen.
-11/29/2019
(Dumarao)
*Exaltation to Mary as Queen of the Universe
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