Happy Birthday, My Love
On this day the stars conspired,
to gift the world the flame I admired.
Your smile, a dawn that lights my skies,
your laughter, music where my spirit flies.
Every heartbeat whispers your name,
a gentle fire, an endless flame.
With you, the world feels soft and new,
each moment painted in love’s hue.
So here’s my vow, both sweet and true:
Forever, my heart belongs to you.
Happy birthday, darling, my soul’s delight,
you are my morning, my dream, my night.
Inspired by a scene from a movie.
I've loved you forever
By Michelle Morris
19/04/2026
I've loved you forever
Even before we met
There was the promise of you
An energy and intention
The Universe
Conspired to make you mine
Fate and Destiny
Serendipity entwined
The Angels knew
Walking beside our hearts
Showed our souls
We could never be apart
Throughout the eons
Throughout our lifetimes
We met again and again
Getting our story right
This is the one
Where it all goes right for us
You and me, baby
We're echoing in the dust
Starlight and Stardust
Forever changed through time
Our atoms are incredible
Magic and mystery aligned
Oh, I've loved you, darling
My sweetheart and my muse
I'll love you forevermore
Our hearts beat together in truth
© Michelle Morris, 2026
—Sub Iure Cordis—
If I must choose a furred estate,
I’d be a lion—composed, aware;
Who lingers with deliberate weight,
As though the world conspired the air.
My mane demarcates tempered space,
No vagrant touch, no errant near;
Love sole may consecrate that grace,
And sanction who may venture here.
Yet you—approach; I know your art,
I might concede a tempered view:
A velvet nudge, a yielded heart—
A lion inclines where hearts are true.
For others—pause, observe, depart;
No casual claim, no passing due.
I husband distance into art,
And share my kingdom with a few.
At times I range where shadows lean,
As though I ward some veiled throne;
I watch, unseen yet half-foreseen—
A sovereign most when left alone.
But should you bring no gift, no plea,
No hurried hand, no grand display—
You might, by quiet chance, find me…
Asleep upon your lap. I stay.
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Henry the squirrel with his pals conspired~
a silent coup, a plot so ingenious, so inspired.
They stole an hour from humans’ sleep,
hid it where the night is unfathomably deep.
Henry decreed: For gathering nuts more daylight is required.
We humans woke confused, rubbing our eyes,
betrayed by dawn’s deceitful rise.
The forest creatures, too, awoke in confusion,
their internal clocks spun in chaotic delusion.
So here we are: victims of Henry’s temporal enterprise.
My husband and I are retired;
Our car is an old Subaru.
Our lifestyle has never required
A trade-in for cars that are new.
As long as the engine is running,
To get from Point A to Point B,
A late model we will be shunning,
No fobs for my husband or me.
Yet circumstance somehow conspired,
With mileage and tread in the mix,
That our car will, like us, be re-tired,
So together, we’ll have our last licks!
Gloom absorbs my life
There are poor economy and strife
Oh! Where can the joy be found?
Then I turn my eyes up to the sky
I see the birds flying by
There exposed God's gifts abound!
There are muck and mire
Godlessness conspired
Then a smile from heaven's child
Comes to my mind
Then I thank God for the sign
If only in my mind!
I posted this one as is on Lulu's in 2009. Times haven't changed much.
Now there once was a man called Obama
who did more grievous harm than Osama.
At Hillary’s coax
they conspired a hoax
so coming your way is some bad karma!
Written: August 2025
From time to time I feel low,
Low in self-esteem, low-keyed,
lowest man on the totem pole,
I have acrophobia, I often
descent to a lower level…
The higher I aspire
The lower I fall.
Life mostly lowball me
as such, my spirit keeps a low morale.
Maybe I come across as
a low bred and lowbrow person.
Conspired by my stars and the moon
My sea always rests at a low tide.
Shell-shocked by my low-minded destiny,
My fate and I must have
a high level showdown soon;
In the meantime,
I'll keep a low profile.
Be that as it may,
My soul is not doomed to wander
in the netherworld forever,
I am the patron of high hopes,
high cholesterol, high blood pressure,
and high sugar level.
I am also a high-strung person,
But, thankfully not of any highfalutin jargon.
Shy of highways, I frequent
the by lanes and side streets.
After the high-handed takeover by Time,
I live a high-pressured life.
Methinks, now is the high time
to lay down the highlights of my life.
From the descent and ascent of life,
this I have learned:
Not to gaze so high as ambition,
And to look no lower than despair.
madhouse of a ménage à trois —
the bawdy chamber of the blitz,
where three depraved darlings conspired in pagan rituals,
their lover's lament a discordant dirge amidst,
detritus of a bygone era,
a winter's eve of wreathed blossoms and withered dreams,
in this sterile hothouse of sentiments,
tender shoots of succulents twisted in grotesque abandon,
vault where love and decay convened in diseased romance,
till the one dawn ecstasy rose like cold air,
and winter's chill singed the hard prickles of their passion,
now vacant bloom, fossil of wounds,
trailing anguished bellflowers in mournful amusement.
Nothing lasts forever,
But the best that we can do
Is respect the writing on the wall
And listen to our “true.”
So Rafael Nadal will soon
Retire from his sport
And all his fans are saddened
By this “It can’t be!” report.
But tennis is a young man’s game
And Rafa gave his all.
Still, injuries and aging bones
Conspired to force this call.
A quote of his, “That is my true”
Reflects what he can’t hide,
Yet I hope he knows the joy
His brilliant playing did provide.
When the world seems to me an unbearable place
And troubles weigh too heavily on my shoulders
And try as I may there can be found no solace
For my pain, my anguish, and my sorrow to soothe;
When I feel like God and the angels all conspired
To deny me the pleasures of wealth, friends, and fame
And thus alone I rue my fate and call for Death,
In silent cries, to come and my existence end.
Then I hear her voice and the clouds seem to dispel,
With gentle tones that pull my feet back on the ground.
Her kindness, patience, care, understanding, and love
Awaken me from brooding too much on the dark;
Her tender touch calms the storm brewing in my heart,
She drives away the raging demons from my mind.
Thus, when I no longer want to cling on to life
She comes to me and somehow things turn out right.
She lifts my mind from wallowing in misery
To a brighter and a more pleasant reverie.
September 29, 2024
Lower Fairview, Baguio City, Philippines
If Lucifer and heaven's angels fell
before a time when man first walked the earth,
and ages hence conceived the virgin birth,
wherefore was I meant for this life of hell?
If God is so benign, then why the tale
of my lifelong privation (of love, hearth)
repeats, whilst consuming up all my worth:
as if my soul's cursed with no holy grail?
Before my dawn's emergence, fate conspired
with darkness to assault and end my name;
together, they erased all I desired,
wished for, worked for, planned for, then mocked my shame.
So I, like Milton, rose up: and, inspired,
played rhyme's grandmaster moves in life's chess game!
LET ME
By - kvg owen hamalala
Let me take care of your broken heart
and show you how to fly.
Let me hold you gently by the hand
and kiss your tears goodbye.away
Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
and out of needless rain,
'cause all I want right now
is to see you smile again.
Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
'til you sleep in my embrace,
and I'll keep you safe and warm until
the sunlight strokes your face.
Let me bring you up the mountain's peak,
and I'll let you touch the skies
to remind you of the strength I see
when I look into your eyes.
Let me kiss and show you what is love
and the happiness it brings.
You'll sail again like a butterfly
endowed with pretty wings.
Let me do all these to let you see
our fates are intertwined.
You're the accidental precious gem
I've waited long to find.
The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
They knew we both belong
to each other like words and lovely notes
give life to every song.
So fly with me, my beautiful one.
It's time we leave the past.
I'm yours to keep, and you are mine.
We're finally home at last.
On this majestic month of May,
The clouds have conspired with the sun in a mist of golden gray,
Like a toxic forbidden love that fights to stay,
Wishing to birth magic yet creating an agonizing flurry of disarray,
Burnt barks that run under my raven slippers,
To great distances drenched in distressed heavens,
Turning hazel hardwood to grow weary and wet,
To a tender, dull mossy carpet.
Now under the violet visions, with the waters amongst the sand,
Lay the silent infestation of invisible insects on a holiday land,
Blazing on our skin,
Making us itch like a physical sin,
Leaving a searing within.
The alchemist too can’t tell where to begin,
Why does such love have to be a battling pain that wins?
Either pour a flood or flash luminosity,
Dangling doors standing against the raining in summer days,
A hopeless spar, but I am tempted to jump in for a swim,
Nature’s gym.
….. My thoughts have derailed,
But the empress of the sea prevailed,
With oils that bind to her heart,
And clarity that shall never depart.
So what more do I need on the logs that stand in this prickly cave?
Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine?
When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night?
Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm
And restore them their delectable delight to shed pain?
Can I turn orbs of sweet dreams of my own
Into the flavor that I love to color and add
a dash of my-ness into the air I breathe.
If so------
Then I promise I would recite the most exquisite poem.
Elucidate the most enchanting secret.
Write words that never conspired to appear in the most famous minds.
Let me drink my morning brew without exasperation.
and buy Time with my pocket of skills.
I promise I would give you a better garland
Whose fragrance would have designed no mind before.
I promise I’ll give you the piece that would
require no customization, and a tune free of cost.
I would give you the right to justify my wrongs without a grudge
And never turn a deaf ear to your sweated breath.
I would forgive myself for all that I have nurtured in pain
And give myself a Hi5 for having broken my own record.
If only you allow me to be, I’ll give you the gem I am.
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