Bright rainbow flashes
rumbling sky's drizzly cloudburst...
Thunder and lightning.
two colourful wings
beating in harmony ~
quick pause to delight
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sometimes I'm a gemstone
But I'm mostly just a pebble
I try to be a good person
But too often I'm a rebel
Sometimes I am colourful
An opal bright and shiny
Sometimes just a dull rock
From the bottom of the briney
Sometimes I am broken
And you see the diamond inside
Sometimes a fragile shell
Washed up with the tide
Before posting a letter
and you lick it and stick it
consider all the trees which would go
to grow a bigger and better thicket
if we don't wait it's not too late
what with black rain and red tides
while fossils fuel our vehicles
petroleum product-propelled rides
to turn a new leaf is my belief
as going green keeps this planet blue
makes all the sense in the world
it's quite the right thing to do
She doesn't want to be normal
To be known as sensible
There is nothing she won't do
No joke, she will not tell
To her, insanity is normal
Normality is insanity
When she dies, she has one request
Find the brightest, gaudiest outfit around
Add some glitter and rhinestones
And bury her face down with her ass in the air
Maybe a small sign with an arrow
Showing people where her ass is
So they can all kiss it for her
© XI/IX/MMXXV
LRET
shadows draw across the canvas
with light oily strokes and dry wet soul
the white pythons and black mambas
conspire as their tongues slither and roll
down the canvas.
like honey, it marinates the mellow white
bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers
and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might
leaving behind the canvas
with monotone delight and black and white
then it cries as it bleeds like Danvers
watching its Hyde as he flees at the sight
as though his Hyde has a right
for leaving the canvas in black and white
the shadows of black and white
dissipate at the sorrow, at the pain
at the rain that washes the black and white
away.
Leaving behind the canvas
and time.
As the sun goes down,
And the skies turn grey,
The sunset fades,
So slowly away.
The orange and yellow, so beautifully glow,
A wonderful, colourful display,
Such a beautiful show!!
The days go so quickly,
And the night draws near,
Today is nearly done.
Put aside your troubles and fears.
Rest your weary head,
Remember the things that made you smile,
The moments that bring you joy,
Every once in a while.
Moments to treasure,
The good things about the day,
And wishing all your dreams come true,
Sending happiness your way!!
Starting tomorrow,
With a brand new sunshine day!!
I want to give my only yellow mini tulip away
To the daughter of my beloved late cousin,
So the memory of her will never slip away
From our minds and hearts deep within.
I recently gave a symbol of love, a red tulip away
To my newfound lover who I knew would win
My heart in how he engages with me every day,
How he passionately makes us both sin.
I am yet to give a blue tulip to someone someday,
As a symbol of friendship and peace between Djinn.
I want to meet him again, soon, someday.
But maybe, his heart, I will never win.
I bought a vase of mini tulips I saw on the way,
Considered it for someone who may be my twin,
But I realize it was too much for someone anyway.
So I bought them for myself, even if self-love is a sin.
Walking on colourful leaves,
fall brings back long sleeves.
The lazy sun goes to bed early,
while the morning fresh wind
caresses the wet grass softly.
A shiny happy moon
greets the lark in the lagoon,
beside the dense forest,
where fall makes its best:
a bright symphony of colours,
for the eyes of this season lovers.
So beautiful, golden colourful royal mansions,
royal members wearing mix gold and diamond rings,
earrings , bangles, watches, chains and crowns...
It is royal poetry, royalty , privacy policy in palaces.
As the prophet was closing eyes, he saw a bavira senior
prince in colourful gold garment with golden spear
and there was a golden crown on golden chair
Where he will seat in messianic kingdom and wear
golden crown on his coronation by master prophets.
He will be a powerful , wise and kind ruler.
his regime will be ruled by christocentric principles.
The great king to rule the entire Drcongo in the future.
COLOURFUL
Allium is raising king Spring’s alarm
Easter red bud is shining in red glow.
Freesia sending descent scent to flow.
Crocus is spreading Spring’s first cheerful charm.
Daffodils dance delight in decorum
Hyacinths honor holy Spring to bow
Gorgeous Gardenia loves to grow.
Begonia is beating loud Spring’s drum.
Flowers not extra or season's burden.
Iris idly smiles sweet and shyly nod
Kangaroo paw beautifies mother tree.
Marigold makes merry in Spring-Garden
Jasmine looks gracious as gift of God
Dazzling Lilies glaze, smile and swing in glee.
“Mind-body prism refracts soul’s soft white light ~
Each unique hue heightens our heart’s delight”
~ quote by poet
Beauteous are rainbow colours seven,
one end is violet, the other red,
mirrored in form, with promise of heaven,
provided we are, by throb of bliss led.
Red is the chakra at root of our spine,
which stirs when we begin our God search quest,
above which orange asks us to align
with God’s pulsations, that we may be blessed.
Yellow at navel, is power renounced,
whence we move to heart, whose colour is green,
transcending which, erst feral instincts trounced,
we ascend to throat’s surreal blue sheen.
Higher octaves at head, set soul aflame ~
Divine entwined, we’re no longer the same
Cafe Beignet on eve of Mardi Gras
Fat Tuesday is consuming everyone
New Orleans is magnet, nothing will mar
Their patience rewarded fun has begun.
Astounding parade enjoyed far and wide
Bourbon Street echoes with laughter unfeigned
Colourful costumes flowing like rip-tide
River of creation so unrestrained.
Marvellous memories of the parade
When all were united in sense of fun
Twirling umbrellas so jauntily swayed
Spectacle endless but finally done.
Bourbon Street endured it did survive flood
Colourful Mardi Gras is its life-blood.
We are colourful
By Michelle Morris
31/07/2023
We are black and white
We are shades of grey
We are colourful
We are bright and gay
Anything is possible
Magic and miracles
Let's embrace our courage
Let's embrace our divinity
For we are all united
We can achieve better humanhood
The best wishes for our planet
If we work together for good
We are blue and green
We are red and yellow
We are colourful and vibrant
We're always a beautiful rainbow
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Colourful Chinese lanterns
By Michelle Morris
30/04/2023
The colourful Chinese lanterns
Hang joy and happiness across the room
Bringing forth positive energy
And blessings to everyone
We are all like those lanterns
We are connected by our souls
Strings of energy and feelings
That the Universe always knows
When we feel alone and afraid
May we be reminded that we're loved
That we're never truly lost or alone
We're here to walk together to home above
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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