Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
ON THE LEDGE;
Hughes Turner Project HTP: Hughes/Turner/Di Cola
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Sometimes I lose my faith in heaven
Sometimes I lose my fear of hell
Sometimes I feel so lost
I don’t like to be petted or pitied
I yearn for night in day
I yearn for day in night
I am not confused
My dreams
Are as such, I don’t like to remember
Sometimes I feel I am on the ledge
Sometimes I feel I am all alone
Sometimes I feel I am losing the fight
I don’t like to live this way
I yearn to be saved, by You
I yearn to walk tall, by You
It is not much to ask,
My lord
Be mine, Be with me, Live me
Rekindle my faith in heaven
Renew my fear of hell
Calm me down, My lord
I like to sing your praises, Ever so
Make me strong
Martin
Softly spoken, conscientious, thoughtful, union man,
The proud son of a nurse, no stranger to, “the pan”,
Loving the blues and blue grass, I’m a Bolton Wanderers fan,
Feeling hopeful, happy or sad, I walk outdoors when I can,
Fearing for the grand-kids, the planet, the common man,
Hoping for peace in Gaza, Ukraine and Sudan,
Bolton, North West England, made me who I am,
Challender
I can't believe the grand-kids used be so small,
they're two very special boys,
growing fast, they'll soon walk tall,
the time we spend is special, sharing hours of joy.
For long has man lived far from whole—
A life of me alone and sole,
Never one with all else
That spiritually spells,
One that has taken heavy toll.
Fought he has a self-imposed curse,
A war of me with universe,
‘It’s me who scored the goal,
‘I’ve a claim to walk tall’,
Never a walk walked with others.
He thinks, me alone is enough,
And yet his journey proves when tough,
Wish, there dawns awareness—
Common ground, consciousness,
O to call his blind-folded bluff.
That the rainfall over his town,
O by warmth from far is sent down,
None lives in solitude,
Lives in shared brotherhood,
One falls, many may break their crown.
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Reflections |12.04.2024| self, spiritual
Were I to stretch my feet on floor,
The walls would lead me to the door.
If I walk tall, a bit unbent,
If not the roof my head would dent.
If only should I sleep all crawled—
As per the training I had ere
In my mother’s womb when I dwelled,
That training all the fruits now bear.
Yet, grieve not O my burial ground,
All crawled I’ll lie in a small grave,
Precious space of graveyard to save,
Descends when that death-seeking hound.
If need be, at the time when dead,
I can sleep yogi-like seated.
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Sonnet |03.10.2023| grave, house
Who says I am small
to lead and reach a Goal,
rain or shine, I walk tall
by my actions led by my Soul.
I carry no frippery
yet I shelter the tall,
even in paths slippery
I tread with no fear at all.
Life may seem to have its slant
miss not the higher Goals it shows,
be not lost in your own rant
Life is not all about one’s woes.
9/Sep/2023
Pierre Édouard Frère French Painter - Under My Umbrella
picture 2. You are the little girl.
I step forth
By Michelle Morris
10/12/2020
I step forth into my true self
I walk forward on my destined path
I am grace and hope forthwith
I am love and light so blessed
I step forth and I walk tall
I am a true blessing to all
I am protected and guided in all ways
I am given strength for all days
Blessed be...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Your love
One love
True love
Best love
One you
All you
You care
And dare
To show
Not throw
To sing
Not sling
To grow
Not blow
With tears
Not fears
Of joy
Not toy
Express
Not stress
One dear
So dear
That you
Real you
Give love
Full love
To say
Not nay
One bye
Not lie
To prove
Not groove
Your word
Not sword
That pert
Not hurt
One day
Sweet day
Come back
Love back
Relax
Not lax
Think tall
Walk tall
Your heart
Brave heart
One heart
True heart
Your heart
Sweet heart!
A thousand years cried
But only God can hear the pain
If I had a conversation with the creator
I couldn't dare ask him to explain
Betrayal is second nature
Yet it's God who gives me peace
He tells me to look deeper
To the lessons
He's trying to teach
Humility and trust
My father taught me well
Yet what do you do when at times
It feels you are trapped in a cold hell
God tells me to walk tall
To never let life get me down
I figure serenity is equivalent
To Gods peace that I have found.
Strive a little harder
It's more at stake to what you see
Happiness is an absolute rare commodity.
In life when you keep living
At the end it all makes sense
Loyalty is when you believe with all your heart
In a God you can't see
I don't cry a tear
A plot
A joke
It seems
Everyone reaps what they sow
When God is supreme
Driven by valour he did walk tall
Alone in trench the past recalled
Any fear that was felt buried deep
His eyes are closing in final sleep.
So young to be lying in the mud
Dying alone and so much blood
His life not lived, all is undone
Never to know who lost or won.
Failing mind thinks of summer day
Joyfully laughing the hours away
With girl he loves her hair aflame
Breathless moment, lifeforce wains.
Silent prayer the end is nigh
Whoever said grown men don't cry?
Futile war lives thrown away
Battlefield dreams left to decay.
Tears of a Valiant Soldier
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once crawled in our shade like mice ~ now walk tall overpowering us men
You can lean on me any time of day
I'm there for you, I won't run away.
I'm here to help so you don't fall
And improve your stature so you walk tall.
When on a hike, down a country lane
I'll support you there in sun or rain.
We can climb mountains with great pride
As long as we take it all in our stride.
When old and struggling to get out of your chair
Just reach for me, as I shall be there;
You can expect your helping aide
So you won't feel sad and so dismayed.
An old broken branch I was when found
And you raised me up off the dirty ground.
You fashioned me into a walking stick,
From that day on we truly did click.
So, I'm so grateful that you came my way
I will always support you, come what may.
In gratitude I will serve you happily,
All I ask is that you lean on me.
The spirit of Motherhood is nurturing
It’s a spirit that grows in the air.
It’s a gift from God to mankind.
Mothers are everywhere.
Mothers are in our dreams, in our hearts
Mothers are the world.
Mothers are giving and forgiving
From the time they’re little girls.
They are the ones who pray their way
Throughout and through-in.
They are the ones who walk tall
Because of where they’ve been.
They are the ones who won’t give up
When all hope of hope is gone.
Their house is where you’ll find us
When we say we’re going home.
Farewell summer
you tested my patience
With your relentless heat
I welcome October
with open arms
Wishing the month
be kindly
Torpid heat gone
Now unsullied air makes
each breath a pure delight
Autumnal change
is all around
Colours of Fall captivate
Even as trees
divest themselves
of leaves
We walk tall
in knowledge
October is forerunner
of winter purity
As the year rotates
with God-given change
October
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29/09/2021
Belshazzar had a feast
before seeing the writing on the wall,
Quickly,falling,from the greatest to the least,
for dead-men,don't walk tall-
When lives are on God's scale
Only the just,live to tell the tale.
This sestet inspired by Daniel 5
| Year Posted 2010
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