Best Entourage Poems
I saw Jesus the other night
And stood over him until
The earth changed color
And the leaves turned brown
I left that evening and returned
To the night where the songbirds
Sing songs they could not
Sing the day before.
I was told nothing dies
In the universe
That has a purpose
And you can never kill it
Words shot
Through me like a
Remorseful fallen angel
And my heart grew heavy
Images of songs and
The open road
Came to my mind
And I wanted to be free
I ran to the park
And jumped high,
I called my friend
To see if he was okay
My spirit was alive and
My mind raced
Like the wind
Of a moody demon
A woman bobbed
In the water
And said my name
Over and over
She was not real
But her friend was
I thought of what I need
And what I want
Like a mother who has
Her own life to live
And a lost love that
You still dream about
I believe that Jesus
Would have said
Live your life
Like the dream that it is
Jesus and his entourage
Came into city hall and
Took a number.
They sat down like everyone else
Whispering winds traveled silently
Entourage of disappointments
Lacking no flamboyance
Suddenly yet violently
Came knocking on my door
Shameless audacity
Challenged my veracity
I did not want more
I evened out the score
Gale force winds attacked
Ripped away the memories
and tore with heavy scorn
tossed away the presumption
A new wind was born
The winds of change had come
But this time did not play
They came adversity to slay
The wind of silence has begun
And so it would remain
Engaging disappointment
We shall now refrain
Permanent the stain
The Entourage..
your camouflage..
Surrounding you..
they get a view..
Who's over there..
they stop to stare..
And you don't care..
it's your fanfare..
The Entourage..
your camouflage..
Surrounding you..
they get a view..
And you don't care..
it's your fanfare..
The Entourage
D.C. 09/30/15
Country pop song inspired by the complex character of Juliette in Nashville. Brilliant performances, Hayden Panettiere. Blessings and best wishes.
Entourage
(Piece of you)
By Michelle Morris
23/01/2023
You think they love you, don't you?
But you're deluded about it all
They're only your entourage
Not friends that are real and loyal
I know damaged people are dangerous
But can't you see you're killing yourself?
When will you realise, honey
That I'm only trying to help?
You don't have to give up yourself
You don't have to sacrifice your soul
Real friends are loving and supportive
Real friends help you find your way home
So, come on, girl, come on...
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone is on the take
Some of us want you for yourself
Want to see you smile again
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone will tear up your heart
Some of us want the best for you
We'll be your friends forevermore
Here you go again, honey
Going right for the jugular
You're so used to fighting
You can't even work out what's real
You surround yourself with fake fans
You keep your entourage in tow
You think if there are enough buffers
You'll never have to feel anything real
You don't have to give up yourself
You don't have to sacrifice your soul
Real friends are loving and supportive
Real friends help you find your way home
So, come on, girl, come on...
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone is on the take
Some of us want you for yourself
Want to see you smile again
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone will tear up your heart
Some of us want the best for you
We'll be your friends forevermore
Oh, no, no, no... Oh-oh-oh...
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone is on the take
Some of us want you for yourself
Want to see you smile again
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone will tear up your heart
Some of us want the best for you
We'll be your friends forevermore
So, come on, girl, come on...
© Michelle Morris, 2023
As the leopard
can't change its spots
the zebra of which
there are species three
(Burchell's, Mountain and Grévy's)
its stripes also cannot
black-and-white
supposedly
but white on black
front-to-back
in reality
it's cryptic colouration
a synonym
for animal camouflage
for which an entourage
of biologists resound
with unproven hypotheses
(e.g., keeping flies off in summer)
and specious theories abound