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Quack

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

Igor needs a bigger lab XII

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

thou say villainess or mistress

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

To do everything with Love

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

RE: Poeticisms Out From The Left Field

"A personal shout-out to our sponsors and their vapid articulations who made this message possible," ... by The Poet.

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.

Harbor

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 –

WITH POETRY, I CAN WRITE ABOUT

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

Why Are We Here

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

That Toe-Tapping Feeling

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 a Freed Verse

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 Praise

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.

A State of Apathy

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.

Each Elegant Elephant Is Inteligent

Elizabeth Warren
always seems to be snoring
never is boring

to find latest news
Brunswick Beacon should peruse
for subjects which amuse

had hit a bee hive
Brunswick Beacon will ascribe
did read diatribe

cut butter with knife
paper made us come alive
so we would survive

subject classified
which on we always relied
we have tried to hide

elephant will vent
a limit on his extent
size of single tent

he was eloquent
an elegant elephant
practice much time spent

intelligent elephant
would study each element
which is relevant

Dr Shemirani

Kate Shemirani
You tossed your cape
Walked heart burning
A stand to make
You became by default
Freedoms M C 
And on the attack'
Calling out medical; hypo-cracy
Genocide in stilted tone; acclaimed
At davos' you helped make known'
Your fight and fervor 
For God and right
Shone in Britians covid nights'
Reiner Füllmich Dr Coleman
Just some allies against
The grotesqe and gruesome
I applaud today, your sense of right
All reality enjoins' I regard the plight
I pit my worth; i make the stand'
I support humanity innately grand
(You do no harm) in speech and act
What the n h s deride you so well enact'
Your days of study; your years of care
Has gained respect, just everywhere'
The title of Doctor I ascribe you here
The only one thats fitting
By a whole light year.'

God bless you Dr Shemirani

Take Me Out of Waiting On Ghetto's Dream

Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream;
I keep struggling to swim, through poverty.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!

Waiting on turns, enrage hope's light agleam...
Shinning possibly of luck's entirety:
Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream.

Yet hustling nonstop makes me unrest  beam,
That shoulders bills of daily liberty.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!

Promote me to classical lifestyle's scheme,
Which would simply interpret repartee:
Laziness ascribed my tryouts to stream.

I am dying for a rest: hoo-ha's scream...
Both day and night, to secure property.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!

And make G.R.A my abode as deem,
To rest troubles went through at puberty.
Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream,
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!

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