Let us say there is great devastation.'
In Venezula.!
In Columbia.!
In Ukraine.!
In Iran.!
Let us say, there is great devastation..!
In the USA there is homelessness.?
There is rampant, drug abuse.'
There is wholesale murder of the un-born;
Future.!
In the whole world inequality reigns.'
Let us say there is great devastation..!
Where is God we may say in all this.?
He is still waiting I remind myself.'
For you and me, to turn to Him..)
So that he may heal. All our great devastations.!
When crazy in love
flying with birds
above silver clouds,
I turn to you.
When last flicker of hope
says: can’t do it no more,
please let me go out,
I turn to you.
When tryin’ to make sense
of this world ruled by clowns
consuming its very own children,
I turn to YOU,
who knows me in and out,
who knows my ups, my downs,
my wildest secrets and dreams.
I turn to you...
POETRY.
You'll be lost if you don't turn to Jesus and that's something you can't allow.
If you have not accepted Jesus as your savior, I'm begging you to do it now.
Without Jesus, people will not be able to cope.
Turn to Jesus now because he's our only hope.
God wants you to go to Heaven and Jesus wants you to go there as well.
I accepted Jesus as my savior many years ago so that I will not go to Hell.
Please try to convince other people to turn to Jesus too.
Please turn to Jesus now because it's the right thing to do.
it starts
when you’re too small to reach the light switch—
the yelling,
the slaps that come out of nowhere,
the way you learn early
that silence is safer than truth.
they tell you
“be strong,”
“be good,”
“sit still,”
while their own hands tremble from last night’s bourbon.
you grow up watching hypocrisy
wear a necktie.
school’s no better—
they call it “discipline,”
but it’s just another kind of cage.
they make you memorize names of kings
while your own father forgets yours.
they grade you on obedience
and call it learning.
by the time you’re grown,
you’ve learned that nobody listens
unless you’re perfect—
and perfection’s a currency
you never had.
so you find a drink,
a pill,
a something
that doesn’t grade you,
doesn’t shout,
just hums quietly in your bloodstream
and says,
“you’re alright for now.”
we don’t turn to the bottle
or the needle
because we love destruction—
we turn to them
because they’re the only things
that don’t lie.
they let you rest,
for a few hours,
in a world
that stopped being gentle
a long damn time ago.
My days are short and nights too long,
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you,
nightrider, to sky I belong.
My days are short and nights too long,
in stardust I sing luring song,
reach you through the night’s silver hue.
My days are short and nights too long,
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you.
My days are short and nights too long,
nightrider, to sky I belong,
in stardust I sing luring song.
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you,
reach you through the night’s silver hue.
I turn to tinsel, you’ve no clue.
it would be a last request, before the gallows
like baloo sings it
i'm being led there, the narrow path between the
faces of the people
my hands tied behind my back
the rope taut against the skin
and i'm going,
de-zop-ba-ronie
hap-da-dee-ba-lat
da-dat-dat-non
hey, a-baby-dot-doo
zaba-doo-doo-day-doo-bop
doo-boo-doo-day, ze-bonz
za-bop-bop-bobby
we arrive
i turn to the hooded executioner.
'take me home, daddy.'
I've forgotten how to cry
and the days are droll
i had you in the palm of my hand
You were blonde
but your story has been told
Hold the day in your hand
Dreams can soothe you
And the Sun can be a bastillon
My peeps from around the world
I could not pick out of a line up
Unless asked to read a line or two or three
Turn To Stone
Supply and demand - go hand in hand
and the hand is attached to a greedy man
The most ignorant species Earth has ever
known - I wish mankind would turn to stone.
Turn To Stone
Supply and demand - go hand in hand
and the hand is attached to a greedy man
The most ignorant species Earth has ever
known - I wish mankind would turn to stone.
Horn Haiku
we would take our turn
to find out how we will learn
ways which we can earn
Challenge is to write our
haiku which will rhyme.
Happy International Women's Day!
Memories from 2020...
I've written this poem / lyrics
(I have a melody in my mind)
as a dedication for all the women out there...
We make the world work for everyone...
Stay strong ladies... You're a blessing!
I turn to you
By Michelle Morris
09/08/2020
I turn to you and
know the sun is rising;
I turn to you and
know it's a brighter day...
I turn to you and
everything's inspiring;
I turn to you and
know I'll be okay...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
you seem so far away and yet
ever present in my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
A car ran
thru the city
so fast
without caution
that doom was point blank
the car spun
around
ground attack
flipping
on its back
hurling sparks
that lit a bomb off
throngs of victims at loss
a
villain drank too much
12/31/22
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Emile Pinet
If last year really sucked for you,
my guess: likely this year will too.
For happiness in circumstance
can prove a vicious little dance,
A trap that you cannot improve,
because a rut looks like a groove;
you try to force your luck to switch,
and slide off in another ditch.
For joy depends not on a place,
but on a person full of grace
who came into a world on fire
to rescue those whose need is dire.
Do trials in life just disappear?
Ahead lies toil, this much is clear,
but being anxious is a waste
of time with which we have been graced.
So don’t place hope in a new year,
but in a savior who’s drawn near.
Then all your days will turn to bright;
yes, all is well, all things made right.
————-
Second Place Winner
for the What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
written on 04/01/2022
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