AN ALLITERATIVE ABC
always abridge ascribe and amplify an adsorbable affliction andiron again
buttress by backsliding but brandish bent bigotry
credibly crumpled choppy cocopa can campanulate caring catoptric centrocercus crabbedness
you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
I ascribe his bigotry as an affliction and a burden of misdirection . he will not negotiate or diverge from the mockery !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
If an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
to such proverb
he'd not subscribe
as the income lost
to defray his cost
foolish he would ascribe
and instead
if looking sickly feeling ill
on my deathbed
a home visit plus pill
he'd quickly prescribe
as a patient I used to be
but now a customer that is me
and the Hippocratic Oath
he ducks like a quack
as to quote it he is quite loath
In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old
Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to make
His son’s payoff struck them as bad
Republicans hate Hunter’s dad
But they won’t ascribe
Meme coins as a bribe
And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine ear.
He has such hands and lips
and his fortunate nature fed mine eyes
oh, nothing was scarce.
Our horns locked together
with the intensest chutzpah
and we well-made our match.
We sparked feelings we all ascribe to heaven.
I would not tell you
I can serve a man
that by slow designs
men can melt.
He swore oaths
and dropped
half won.
Later he paid
the sweetest
after-debts
—he did owe it.
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songs for this:
Find Me the Pulse of the Universe by Laetitia Sadier
Stormy (Bossa Mix) by S-Tone Inc
I hope you are inspired to do everything with Love.
To do everything with Love
By Michelle Morris
09/09/2024
Some say Love is everything
Some say Love is a lesson
Some say Love is pleasure
Some say Love is pain
But who are we to ascribe these labels?
Who are we to limit the blessings?
For Love is all around us
It is the nature of the Universe
For Love is in every single creation
Love is in every single sunrise
Love is in every single star shining
Love is where we'll always find it
For Love is... And it was...
It will be... And it will always remain...
Don't limit it in any type of container
Don't think it is part of any game
Some say Love is everything
Some say Love is a lesson
Some say Love is pleasure
Some say Love is pain
Ultimately, it doesn't matter
What anyone says or does
As long as each of us continues
To do everything with Love
© Michelle Morris, 2024
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Poets and poetesses ascribe to a greater call,
in their endeavors to make their chosen path a cure-all
from those who trivialize and minimize their virtuous
field of poetry's righteous domain and their arduous
measures to maintain a certain quality in their works
of art, to the world of writers past and present, networks
that tethers a fragile grasp on absolutes discipline,
and severance from the mundane, effortless, and simpleton,
out from the left field, melodramatic, sugarcoating,
southpaws are unreasonable and consequently, nothing
our opponents that come out from the left field properly
have no concept of true value to offer poetry.
Unprison in my heart,
Unlock words I struggle giving;
Like the flutter of a lark,
Wing what's coming from within me;
Let my soul be set on fire,
Like madrone, or manzanita,
To promote the words I hide;
Ascribe my life to rightly speak up –
Assertive altruism always devoid of arrogance
Benefits, bountiful to share with blessed elegance…
Caring disposition midst compassionate heart forever
Devoted, dedicated commitment, wavering never…
Earnest faith smiting every challenge toward victory
Fervent trust conquering all trials against misery…
Goals that can prosper mankind against greediness
Hope hoisting prisoners to soar midst freedom-graciousness…
Influential force liberating the captives from ignorance
Justice of impactful truth guiding against deceit’s appearance…
Kindness so much to practice beyond functional limit
Love verily overflowing, being exercised every minute…
My reason is to write about divine virtues while reality prevails
Now, I testify that my poetry is inspired by God* Who never fails…
Oh, the Lord I ask for miracles in my muse along His might
Praying that my poems please HIM with my grateful delight.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
March 23, 2024
10th place, "Why did I become a poet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jay Narain; judged on 5/26/2024
I often wondered
Why am I me and not someone else
I don't have an answer
And the older I get
The less interesting the question becomes
Are we all random results of biology?
Without purpose or meaning?
As humans we ascribe meaning to things
If this is all we are
Life seems a cruel joke
Some ascribe it to rhythm
others to rhyme
The lines have a feeling
fingers and toes keep the time
Whatever the case
be it poem or song
That hand-clapping, toe-tapping feeling
tells you ~ 'I belong!'
BEYOND BLUE
nuance
lavishly
wrapped around
appeared
devoted
deep
&sparkling
setting
alongside
the
most sacred
frescoes
faded
over time
remains
remarkable
eclipsed
&
envisioned
as
meanings
to ascribe
&to
attest
All creation sings your praises,
Thou who angels love to praise.
Singing holy, holy, holy
round Your throne in heav’n above.
Feathered creatures of all species
worship You at each new dawn.
Joining in a joyful chorus
praising You for each new day.
Wind and rain with trees of forest
join in singing praise to You.
Leaves vibrating making music,
as the rainstorm rustles them.
Sun and moon and stars in heaven
praise You their Creator, great.
As the sun vibrates its vocals
moon and stars ascribe You praise.
Let us all as image-bearers
of the God who gives us life.
Join with all of His creation
Singing praises to our God.
Praise Him for the great salvation
purchased by His Son made flesh.
So that man redeemed and ransomed
Will one day with angels sing.
Apathy, is a state decrepit and cold,
Where emotions no longer hold.
A feeling of numbness seems to imbibe,
Every little thing to which you ascribe
Days go by all in a blur,
As if nothing matters anymore.
All that's left is a hollow shell,
A lifeless existence, a living hell.
So let us hold on and not give up,
Let us fight and try to disrupt,
The chains that bind us to this state,
And strive to find a new, a brighter fate.
Take a deep breath, and open your eyes,
Look around you, see the beauty in the skies.
Feel the warmth of the sun, the touch of the breeze,
Let nature's embrace teach you to please.
Find a new passion, an endeavor to explore,
Something that ignites your heart once more.
Let your creativity flow, let your mind roam free,
And let the joy of creation set you free.
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