My unquenchable thirst for returning to my homeland
Reuniting with the sacrosanct sole soul of my source
The thought of the joy of being with the angelic band
Sooth each nerve of my feet and reinforce their cautious course.
My wars, from the time of my entry into this landscape
Have not been for mere laurels, though glory and wisdom won.
Nor from virtuous thoughts, words, and deeds, I tried to escape.
Courage and commitment, in me, like blood and veins are spun.
Gods Zeus, Hermes; goddesses Athena and Calypso
Angels and powers of the galaxies and constellations
All kinetic synergies of the universe, now know
This sage-like postulant's optimism-filled palpitations
Adventurously high is each step of my odyssey.
The Odysseus in me moves me meticulously.
Infinite and expanding
By Michelle Morris
21/02/2023
Scientists say that the Universe
Is continually expanding
But in order to do this
There has to be something out there
Further than the boundaries of the
Universe as we know and understand it
How do we know that it is not God?
God Who's experience through us
The billions that live on Earth
Added to those in other galaxies?
All our experiences help expand
God's experience and in turn, the Universe
For we are all connected through
Time and space and energy
The strings and loops and synergies
Atoms and quarks and sparks
Of inspiration and joy and love
And peace and Creation
The magic and miracles
The mystery and infinite potential
The knowledge and experience
The understanding and existence
It all ties together in all that
We are and all that we do
This is the beauty of me
And of you
God and the Universe
Beyond all
Beyond boundaries
Infinite and expanding
Forever
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Serene surroundings surveil serendipitous seconds
Sending surround sounds surrendering sleep.
Skies soliloquy sings….self supposed sweet songs
Scintillate synonymous svelte synergies suite.
Sheltered savoir-faire synopsis swaying, swinging
Share seasonal’s sunlit sylvan sensibilities sweet.
8-30-22
Bite Size Poem no51 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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7-15-22
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
With an elevated nature beyond many . . .
Seeking to rise from those around.
The ascension will bridge a vast chasm,
Where all may share common ground.
This effort won't settle to be solitary,
But combines with others & what they bring.
So that synergies become the honored harvest,
With yields to surpass the offspring.
Here wisdom must avoid a lone level,
Preventing its wealth to be spread in need.
It must be granted to those with far lesser,
With opportunity that they may succeed.
This is the often neglected, but true value of greatness,
Not what one gathers to simply accumulate.
Rather, it is the benefit to allow others to be
Better, lifting them, so they too, may be great.
The macrocosm weaved you into actuality,
spun you into instrumentality.
Made of cosmos, you are irrevocably fused,
embedded in the stream of being.
The microcosm energizes you into dynamism,
induces you in electromagnetism,
the photons of your incarnation dance
in every glance, prance in every instance
of your continuance.
Love’s subatomic particles collide in accelerators,
misbehaving in violation of known laws,
hinting at energies and synergies illuding science,
feasibly disclosing deeper sentience at the tiller.
Emergent property somehow remembered, redolent,
vaguely fragrant in your cycle of life and death,
your mortal path. Feeling your numbered days,
you cherish every crescendo, treasure every tranquility,
reenacting, craving, trying to punctuate, prolong,
pausing to savor every ecstasy
to which you are connected.
birth begot obsidian night
myself grew blind to dawning light
eclipse shrouded and buried sight
twilight descended ushering spite
terror resides inside as guilt
behind the walls suppression built
crumbling walls fall the tables' tilt
foundations fallen are not rebuilt
challenges to climb are stepping-stones
conquered peaks strengthen my frail bones
on stone altars my blood atones
unconfined by my chromosomes
pictures people see mirror me
cover, book and biography
prima fascia dignity
bubbling building vitality
steel anchors my realities
cobble stones blossom synergies
star bursting blooming energies
and rock hard possibilities
February 12, 2020
B1354
GOD...Greatest..Of..Divinity
The power of existence,
time and intelligence.
Forming creation, beyond any imagination.
Dimensions that be planned, never to understand,
with universes that extend and expand.
Synergies and energies,
energies that create, control and regenerate.
Living, being, giving, receiving and dying.
All with imperfections and each own corrections,
generations after generations beyond experimentations.
Formations of universes with history and mystery,
forever changing and never ending.
What is, was, has and will be,
all limitless and timeless,
with a Karmic balance not just chance.
Preservation, designation, regeneration,
unlike religion.
Birth has death and death has worth.
Believe, in a soulful, spiritual, truthful self,
a God gifted wealth,
as God is....
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Love is the blueness of the star sapphire sky
Where the moon bathes upon the indigo oceans
The tenderness of your voice and charismatic cry
Echoing ecstasy's of your ethereal emotions
Love is the strumming of a celestial symphony
Where our hearts pulsate within the violet vortex
Your embellishing embrace an eternal epiphany
The climatic creations of the cerebrum cortex
Love is the exchange of enamored energies
Minds that merge and mount the multi-verses
A sacramental succumbing of salacious synergies
Amidst the nebulous clouds where love immerses
Love is the continuous continuum of you and I
Holding hands beneath the deep sapphire sky.
March.03.2019
What is Love
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st...Thank You
In the grand scheme of our lives, forces of despair battle forces of hope for supremacy to determine the direction in which the pendulum of fate swings to bless, buttress and caress hope, to harness synergies hope builds with trust, love and generosity as forces of despair diminish their grip on the direction our future takes in their quest to catalyze the attainment of the pinnacle of self realization with the least difficulty and drama...
The slope of hope feeds lives
Cuts out despair vestiges
To hoist the flag of hope.
Symphonies of Sorrows
Lost within lachrymal leviathans facing omnipotent oblivions
Embryonic extracts of eternal synergies of divine dominions
Where hemorrhaging hearts accumulate admits effete exile
Held in captivity by the metaphysical matrix a deceptive defile
Maculate manifestations into dormant damaged dimensions
Harboring hypocrisy through parasitic pandemic pretensions
Where love is liquefied and laundered in the nefarious night
Where desirous dreams of desire dissolve approaching daylight
The frolicsome festive fools fornicate in their master’s mansion
Submerging slaved souls incarnate intentions of evil expansion
Serpentine scattering sins suffice shooting ambiguous arrows
Where terminal tears deluge within the symphonies of sorrows.
May.31.2018
Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Music by Pink Floyd~Sorrow
Live on Facebook
I post rubbish
To caress the spook
Who dares to finish
The sleep I lose
In the wee hours of nights
Disturbed by the booze
I swill in my fights
Against strictures
Society calls taboos
In lampoon literatures
That scorn the tattoos
Adorning my arms
My torso, my neck
Without the qualms
Society spots in a speck
Akin to a storm in the teacup
Society perceives in the freedom
I enjoy as new ideas snap
From disorders in the fiefdom
Where new generations see a future
Teeming with new technologies
New social media whose cogent culture
Defies archaic eulogies and their synergies.
“In my lovers arms I dream a gentle dream
Together we are nothing will come between
Heart to heart and soul to soul
A forever kiss that never gets old
In my lovers arms I drift on a sea of tranquility
Upon her breasts I reside in serenity
I feel her heartbeat a soothing melody
The warmth of our bodies a fusion of synergies
In my lovers arms I surrender to her effortless embrace
A gentle dream filled with love and grace”
Jon J.
Memories refreshed as the pictures-scenes flickered. Reality stood still as time
reversed-rewound. Memories connected, thoughts reassembled, moments rearranged.
Brains reprocessed those beautiful, lovely smiles and terrible tortures, the tense and
engulfing moments that were discerning with time. Minds were filled with
intentions-motives. Hearts digressed-shifted.
Moments that gave memories were soon remembered, tears emerged from sight.
Once again the feeling, presence, smell, taste and thought of those discerning moments
re-revealed themselves through the interpretation of tingling sensations-feelings.
Now is it about the tingling sensations-feelings-the surging synergies of emotions?
Or the interpretation of the sensations-feelings that reveal intentions?
If so, How then is an intention determined?
The heat of your breath hitting against me
Firing up my insides...seethingly sexy
Against my neck fascination begins
Bearing your silken Latin mocha skin
Wanton chocolate eyes melt me again
Dozens of synergies and elements connect
None I have had ...ever had this effect
Feeling like a kid :) ...hands in your pocket
Pressing your cool nose against my eye socket... :)
Silly me ....enjoying the simplest fun feeling
Slowly I exhale ...soothingly healing
Cherry wood pops in the fireplace tonight
You craving my passion lust takes it's bite
Complete and rightous I invincibly smile
Kiss me again love, let's mesh for a while....
Take me in the room walk me single file ~
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