Agonizing s h r i e k s
kept on defying babe's sweet sleep
as restlessness prevailed
over his calm countenance
while spastic limbs turned into a wild frenzy...
Then suffocating terror would attack
my mother's heart
echoing helplessness' s c r e a m s
since child's seizure seemed to paralyze me
torturing my mind, leaving me horrified...
Such gripped me for almost two years~~~
Now, I thank God, the peace-Giver
for victoriously conquering my fears
empowering me prayerfully to face fright's monsters
while overcoming torturous scenes of motherhood-woes
as the special child in our orphanage
champions faith midst miraculous healing.
Inspired by the Chinese New Year.
Year of the Fire Horse.
It's on fire, it's on fire
By Michelle Morris
17/02/2026
It's on fire, it's on fire
The Chinese New Year is here
It's a wild ride, freedom reigns
The Fire Horse runs victoriously
It's on fire, it's on fire
The Snake has shed its skin
Death of that which did not serve us
The Fire Horse heralds new beginnings
It's on fire, it's on fire
Humanity embraces the new
We are empowered and unleashed
We can orchestrate the Good
It's on fire, it's on fire
Heaven blesses each and every Soul
Shine your Light and brighten up the World
Our connection is forever known
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
Seize or be Seized
I wake 6, sleepy
I wake up I will win I feel this deeply
I will not let them take my joy
I am not a toy
I arrive at 8, awake
I will win and take,
Take this day,
Take the suns golden ray
I sleep at 9, victoriously
I took the day it did not take me,
I won today, I will tomorrow
I will win and swim not drown in sorrow
He got on the bus,
Immediately they stare,
He pays,
The driver increases the fare,
He can't complain,
He doesn't want to walk in the rain
The bus is full,
Except for one seat,
Next to an elderly white woman,
She puts her bag on the seat,
The black boy sighs in defeat
At the next stop,
A white man comes on,
The woman removes her bag,
Like she didn’t just commit an act of racism
She smirks at him,
Knowingly,
He internalises this,
She smiles victoriously
For him it is only the beginning
Soldier of the past, your spirit is now far above, your head was laid to rest, and you are given much proud praise and laconic love.
They once saw the innocence in your eyes, buried amongst other mentioned young men your body now lies.
How could it be understood or made clearer that to them close no one was dearer.
Now years have passed, and we still shed poignantly a tear for you.
A brother killed in battle; we’ll remember him too.
Death in trying to win a battle in much vain, where with such bloodshed who was to victoriously gain.
Today, we mark the grand momentous occasion, to enter your realm of glory is without much persuasion.
We seek to give our gratitude and thanksgiving with all the admiration it is bringing.
We will never forget for us the hardship and woe you endured.
With utter respect your silenced soul will never be ignored.
In the world of business vision is the key
It maps the path to where you want to be.
With focus clear opportunities arise
A map paving the way for the prize.
Life, too, is a business of the soul
With vision you’re guided towards your goal.
Without a plan the journey’s unclear
But with the right vision victory is always near.
Like a business thrives with direction and drive
Your dreams, too, come alive as you strive.
Every challenge is an opportunity to see
That with vision, you’ll live life victoriously.
CELEBRATION
Celebrating 40 like a hottie, I victoriously venture valiantly in my New Era,
Vowing to vanquish every vexing challenge as I get older,
Yet younger, yielding to the years of yesterday.
With vigour & vitality in victory, I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
To yours truly, as I celebrate added year soulfully.
I valiantly vanquish the veil of doubt and fear,
Vowing to victoriously voyage through life's labyrinthine year.
With veritable vitality, I vigorously venture ahead,
Victoriously claiming glory after all done & said.
Though my age & appearance decide to fool me,
I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me, yours truly!
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 16th February 2025.
From victory to victory
Our storyline
As we journey through life
But all glory
To our maker
Making us victorious
In all circumstances.
Glory to thy way maker
Always making a way
For us to be victorious
That's what he's best known for
Leading us to victory
Triumphing over all
That rises against us.
Grace and favor
He's always bestowed on us
Glory to our maker
For ease and effortlessness
All we get he gave
Without hesitating
Victoriously dominating all territory
Glory to our maker for he's our helper.
The Genesis of a Promised Seed
was and has always been a conflict.
Since primordial Eden and Eve,
between her grain against devil's trick.
His journey to the womb of Mary
is a testament of His sovereignty.
Bloodlines of imperfect humanity,
finely woven redemptive purity.
The night, a loving Father's hand
laid His Promised Seed to a manger.
Reaching the unlightened world,
yet rejected, spit upon and shattered.
The sundial in the Hands of the Almighty,
while He buries His Begotten selflessly.
The Omniscient One cast the Seed lovingly.
Yes He died, but soon He's risen victoriously.
Jesus, the Promised Seed of the Father
is now exalted, seated in heaven's Throne.
Though His heel was wounded with scar,
He trampled the devil's head, defeated and dethroned.
Amidst the chaos, the wails and the screams,
Destruction abounds, shattering my dreams.
I cry out in anguish, but the noise never ends,
Longing for peace, for this turmoil to mend.
Through the anguish, the pain, and the loss,
The choices I made now come with a cost.
My luck has run dry, leaving wounds in its wake,
Wondering if prayers will pardon my mistakes.
I know God is near, but I'm lost in my mind,
Searching for Him, His presence I cannot find.
I need His guidance for the pain to subside,
When a gentle voice whispers, "Have faith, and abide."
So, I take a deep breath and begin to see,
The strength to overcome resides within me.
Though the world may crumble and chaos reign.
With trust in the Lord, my spirit regains.
I'll stand firm and strong, for He is by my side,
His love and grace, my fears to override.
Through the storm and the strife, I'll find my way,
Emerging victoriously, each trying day.
laying on an icy lake
praying that it stays cloudy and cold
a smile on my face speaks volumes
i think of all i am ThankFull for and Rejoice
though there are spurts of melancholy, the beauty overshadows victoriously
life is never perfect despite individual feelings
regret is somewhere hidden in cornered closets of every mind
at the tail end of the present, i reflect warmly on the fact that i am not alone
i am motivated to push forward
my gravitational pull is fervently flavorful
so WonderFull i feel,
i completely forget that i am laying on an icy lake
a pep in my step expresses caravans
i think of the little things that in everyday life i fully ignore
the whole of my body spins till fully Full Circle
as a result of unbeknownst Self Realization, I become that much more Well Rounded
Body ails yet spirit soars indeed
For this, I pray that God grants my need
So I can continue reaching-out
Midst weakness-doubt and sickness-pout.
With human nature’s flaw, causing pain
My flesh succumbs to grief; I complain
Then seek for heavenly help, divine*
For my heart's shield from frustration-whine.
Driving my spirit for triumph glow
The Lord I trust against trials’ blow
For me to ascend with gladness’ hope
Propelled as I victoriously cope.
Endowed with strength of spiritual might
I’ll do right, smite fright by prayer flight
Yielding to Holy Ghost Who grants zest
As I fulfill role’s best, feeling blest.
*2Corinthians 4:1Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; 4:7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
November 10, 2023
2nd place, "Body ails yet spirit soars" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 11/11/2023
Pappou, means grandfather in Greek,
He would listen carefully then speak,
Cleanse yourself first and heal,
Any rifts or wounds that gnaw.
Chose wisdom over wrath he’d say
Your time to fail, he would explain,
Will be entirely of your own choosing.
So open your minds and listen,
Understand your words,
And keep improving.
Don’t waste precious words, like snow
Falling in the desert,
Or as the claws of barren branches
Reaching out from a lone tree
Just prepare yourself,
To be body, mind, and soul free.
A war of words can be intelligently
Won, Without any snapping or
Or fighting back,
For then you loose the track,
By fighting back,
So keep on the track,
And you will victoriously
Have won this war of words.
One more thing, before you speak,
Remember my grandfather the Greek.
The apostle Paul calls on believers
to say no always to circumcision
standing firm in the gospel of Christ
which sets you free for God's mission
To stay in Christ, not under the law
for the law will never save you
only in Christ and in Christ alone
is God's salvation found to be true
Now by trusting in the old covenant
that Moses brought down from Sinai
because of this, you are severed from Christ
out of Christ, you'll remain left to die
Now seeking to be justified by the law
for in it you are never justified
Christ alone is the justifier of the just
it is finished Jesus victoriously cried
These matters finally clearly show
you have fallen away from grace
make sure never to trust the law
in Jesus' name stand firm in that place
(For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.
Look: I, Paul, say to you that if you accept circumcision, Christ will be of no advantage to you. I testify again to every man who accepts circumcision that he is obligated to keep the whole law. You are severed from Christ, you who would be justified by the law; you have fallen away from grace.)
Galatians 5: 1-4 (ESV)
Be the light. We are the light.
We are the light
By Michelle Morris
17/11/2020
In their eyes you may be incomplete
as they seek out the shiny baubles and squeak of shallow vessels and find them not wanting,
despite human nature being peacock taunting.
By their lips they may ululate,
the wars and strife who souls duly break,
but of you they may scorn
for you break the mould by quiet storms.
In their eyes you may be incomplete
for human beings have clay for feet;
we hurt and claw and crash and burn,
slaughter and fight against, and turn.
By their lips they may not celebrate your existence born by fate and choice;
for those who have the highest climb
must do so alone with no solace or voice.
We are the ones: The leaders and saviours of the undeserving masses who would not give us the light of day; but we are the Light and He sees all, and those humans remain very small in comparison to the universe's thrall -
Our crown of thorns transmuted
victoriously to glorious gold;
Our enemies defeated for good
as we claim saved souls.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
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