You are seen and heard
By Michelle Morris
03/02/2024
You are seen and heard
Your presence is a gift
Never underestimate your power
Never underplay your Divinity
You are blessed and loved
Your Angels are always near
God has a special plan for you
You're part of this world's cheer
You are a soul of Light and Love
You are a guardian of Hope and Faith
Never forget your authentic self
Is important to the Universe's Grace
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Be calm and ponder with real skill,
Never jump and show immaturity,
When comes the happiest news,
Please show excellent composure.
Never show your joy openly
As that must not cause anger,
Those who now deeply suffer
May involuntarily disapprove.
Human mind is a peculiar one,
We can never study its nature,
When it will cry or curse or bless
Is a mystery known only to God.
Better to underplay your happiness,
The World is worried only about itself.
No one is bothered about your losses.
But, your success gives a lousy shock.
Understand this basic truth fully,
Even if you bless the Universe,
They may not exhibit gratitude,
God has created all just like that.
Best quality is keeping quiet ever,
Expressing only during necessity,
Joyful expression is not at all wrong,
But, it must not destroy our mirth.
Life is a journey with many souls,
Here we must gather peace of mind,
Satisfying those who accompany us,
Be the best companion who helps.
Doubt not, worry not, hurry not,
Carry life with a calm mentality,
Spread joy in every mind kindly,
Purpose of life is to love all only.
We are ladies-in-waiting and martyrs,
as tears are hardened like trails
of muddy barracks…
yet in the aggressive power- courts;
each detonating bullet hemorrhages
all veins of war- torn flesh ,
our stained faces pretending to play
and underplay the hurt of wounds within.
How long are those late twilights
as we anticipate a riddled uncertainty
within our homes' rotten gates and dim lamps
for the screeching angst to halt. cease:
The radio blasts hideous self-pity
into the stings, the bladder of evenings
when a combat fires deathly pellets
through broken hearts of our sons, husbands :
Will daytime become Aurora’s reward?
Maidens of hope, we wail and quaver
for men in camouflage… dear life, speak!
Are they lost. dead. or agile?…
pained, we remain mute ladies-in-waiting.
~*~
Contest of Broken Wings: Broken-Hearted Poems
Written 10/14/2017
Battle weary joints in intuitions arrayed lines,
Reconnoiter the ballistic armor dish,
Spy work encounters soft voluptuous designs,
Muzzle lifted arrogant projectile as gripe ball?
Overshoot or underplay enemy rights,
Miss fit charged by the trigger happy brigade,
Blooms and bottoms out in fine rivalry points;
Self propelled guns to leave unfired shells around?
On the home front Howitzer powder monkeys,
Rest in peace to pleasure new silent glitches,
Old stories of their valor and fighting skills,
Victims of love bombshell hits, in stun attacks.
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