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(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
I baked you cookies
By Michelle Morris
25/05/2026
I baked you cookies
Just like I did when you were young
All those tea parties we had together
Imagination, love and fun
Those memories, they still linger
After all these blessed years
We held each other close
Through the storms and all the tears
You were my delightful bunny
You were my teddy bear
You were my little angel
My love forever, my daughter dear
No matter the time or distance
No matter the continental space
We are connected through our souls and cells
We are God's divine love and grace
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
Heinz baked beans on toasted bread
Topped with pepper and some salt
Just exactly like you said
To endure the morning cold
It’s embarrassing to tell you
I’m still all those miles away
From the places that we knew
From the house on Marroway
What’s the news my dear spirit
How it goes beyond the pale?
Are you bound to keep the secret
Though it looks a bit too stale?
Isn’t it obvious like weather
When apart we aren’t the same
Though again we are together
Every time I call your name..
Brown crust shimmering in golden light.
Aromas swirling, warm and inviting.
Kissed with cinnamon, sweet delight.
Each slice a comfort, joy igniting.
Delicate apples nestled inside.
Alluring flavors, tempting my taste.
Perfectly baked, dreams cannot hide.
Pastry and fruit—nothing goes to waste.
Layers of sweetness, crisp and divine.
Each bite a memory, pure and true.
Piping hot, served with ice cream, shine.
Indulge in tradition, share anew.
Each slice, mine to forever pursue.
A proper British jacket potato
Butter melting like a volcano
Super crisp on the outside
Fluffy and salty on the inside
Topped with melting cheese
Scrumptious and made with expertise
A simple meal but a satisfying staple
Cheap enough so all can sit at the table
Every British child has had these
Always happiness guarantees
The memories of the buttery goodness
The simple nature and pureness
Evoking happier memories
Of simpler times with less disparities
For everyone can enjoy a simple jacket spud
No meat ever tasted like
Grannie’s home-baked ham.
Sweetest right next to the bone.
Savory some say.
I like it most with
a side of –
more!
The witch’s words begin to cackle,
her jargon hard to understand.
With grace adding in the taste,
style matters most of all.
Don’t believe a thing.
Parlor effects,
that’s magick
cauldrons
bake.
monks once used egg whites
to starch their habits crisp clean
dumping yellow yolks ~
but a waste not want not pledge
inspired a baked custard tart
in an act of grace
their heavenly recipe
was kept secret sold
What was that one line story?
That my parents told me,
What was that one line story?
I believe it said, “it’s important to be clean”
Stir away your soul,
Make your world all your own
Serve yourself away,
Wipe away the stains from the corner
Keep your soul strong
And get your in order!
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Take out the sugar from the cupboard,
Hold the spoon still in your hand
Don’t stir yourself silly,
Happy Hurt Day to your Gran
And don’t stand still for a moment,
Look, I baked you a cake
Eat away your heartache,
And we’ll bake ‘till our feelings, we can’t fake
Serve yourself away,
Wipe away the stains from the corner
Maintain a strong soul
Get your in order!
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Then you are,
All baked, All better
Get your in order!
So you are,
All baked, All better
Blue ribbon excellence she said with glee
Judging a cherry pie made just for me
Crust as sweet and flaky as it should be
I love the baked goods of my cousin Vee
A pot am I made some two decades back,
Baked too but not enough,
In search of a good kiln
To rid some half-baked fluff.
And then to set sail
In this ocean of life.
Why?
Go far without getting drowned,
Someone is waiting there for me.
Who?
Not sure, I’ve to figure out
Nor I know who he is,
Nor why waiting he is.
When will you be fully baked?
That is my question too.
When or if ever.
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Free verse |21.01.2025|poet, ocean, life
Poet’s note: Poetry, like literature, arts, philosophy, science etc is trying either to find this world, other things, or one’s own self. Yet, one is unable to do so beyond a point. A poet feels inadequate and the underlying pain of his gets reflected in his creations as an echo of his struggles to search and find out.
Easy to please an ignorant,
Easier still, man of talent,
But too hard ‘tis a call
To please half-baked know all,
Whom, even gods of heaven can’t.
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Translation | | please, ignorant, intelligent
Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an ascetic. Neeti Shatakam, a compilation of hundred verses on moral values was written by him along with Shringar Shatakam on romance, and Vairagya Shatakam on dispassion and renunciation. This verse on fools is taken from Neeti Shatakam.
Ajnyah sukham aradhyah sukhataram aradhyate visheshajnyah |
Jnyana-lava-durvigdham brahma api naram na ranjayati || 3 || Metre: Arya
They tease me,
Vying for my attention
Behind the bakery display case.
Voluptuous, some bursting with fruit,
The brazen, the coquettish,
They tease me.
Which to pick?
The Austrian strudel or Danish
Vying for my attention?
Impetuously taking her
In my car, from
Behind the bakery display case.
. Did you know that there is a place we can go
Enjoy some soup, Poetry Soup that is I love it so
All kinds of ingredients go into the pot to cook,
You don’t believe me? Right now just take a look
There is wonderful poetry some of it you can write
Places to learn about, so many that are out of sight
There's art from the classics see how many you spot
Stories are fun to read, some in rhyme, some not
All the forms of poetry, some short, some are long
All will tell you about your poetry what is strong
Competitions to enter so welcome right along
You can write short stories if you are inclined
Just sit back read great poems, to unwind
Important ingredient still one more
It will be your favorite I am sure
The one you come back for
It’s the friends you make
Combine it no mistake
Mix it with friendship, to bake
Bake slowly til tender and easy eaten
Take a big taste your life will sweeten
Promised a honey baked life by Uncle Sam,
a V.A. loan, and a mini-van.
Three kids and a fenced yard.
It should be attainable to those who
worked so hard.
They served, they sacrificed as mother's wept,
came home to be forgotten to a government
that's inept..
Our unsung hero's who fought gallantly, are
supposed to be our nations first priority..
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