Time is a word used to understand things that have passed,
A word that could mean slow or conceptually fast,
Do you understand what that means,
Or do you grab on and fly by those pant seams,
We use words to try to make sense of things,
From cosmological couplings to New York fashion flings,
A verbal frequency somehow makes sense,
For our conceptions are learned in a past tense.
Categories:
couplings, science, time, words,
Form: Rhyme
A voice speaks:
"Let's get this party started!"
Strange...we all know
that the party has been going on
for many lifetimes.
People enter and leave
promising, escaping, disappearing
returning. Bad pennies and
great expectations
mill and spoon in a party room.
The bash is a mash
where blood overpours
for the drunks.
Partings and sweet sorrows
are unwanted guest,
in a self-repeating tomorrow.
Couplings dance
cavorting's cling or collapse
in the heaviness of the out of breath.
The soiree is a crawl from dive to dive.
A rave
all the way to the grave
and then...
Categories:
couplings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
This poem / song is inspired by the many famous people out there, particularly in the entertainment industry, who sell their souls to get ahead in their business. Oftentimes, they lose their way and never recover.
You sold your soul
By Michelle Morris
05/07/2020
You sold your soul
For fame and shiny toys;
Wanted all that was shallow,
Including no good boys.
You never counted the cost,
Until it was too late;
You were empty inside,
From that too open gate...
Of letting the bad influences in,
Just to get you through;
Selling your soul is easy,
When you think you
Have nothing to lose.
Too many parties,
The faces a blur;
Drugs and alcohol
Kept your body impure...
Add to that the loveless
Couplings in the back of your limo,
And your aura started to lose
All of its shimmer.
The X factor that made you
Shine like a star
Soon faded to a
Nothing murmur.
And that life that you
Sold your soul for,
No longer remained -
They moved on to someone else,
Without any shame.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Categories:
couplings, betrayal, career, celebrity, life,
Form: Free verse
Take joy in all childhood affinities
for they are the makings of you my son.
I am a witness to boyish sallies
and, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small measure you become me
so your beginnings shine in countless ways,
and in my image mine own eyes do see
a candle lit that brightens all my days.
So permit me my quatrains and couplings,
forgive my rapture and quixotic state -
mine is the lexicon of beloved things
and yours the idioms that resonate.
Now blow your candles and cut your iced cake
and close your eyes and all your wishes make.
Written: March 2007
Categories:
couplings, birthday, son,
Form: Sonnet
Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets,
dying echoes of hash tags and tweets
promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets,
long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats.
Puddles painted with neon gaudy,
could be Mancunian, Scouse or Geordie,
late night streets, care-worn and tawdry,
home to the reveller, the lewd and the bawdy.
The siren's wail, the drunken fight,
the running feet of the loser's flight,
the screams of anguish hidden from sight,
sounds of the city, heightened at night.
Couples and couplings lurching and lairy,
high on the octane of Jack and Bloody Mary,
wandering zombie-like, staggering, starey,
on late night streets, decadent and scary.
With dawn's promise come different sounds,
the rubbish collectors doing their rounds,
policemen sorting the losts and the founds
night washed away like old coffee grounds.
Categories:
couplings, city,
Form: Rhyme
3000 Times: a Poem of Passion for S
3000 times… or more…
much more, my love,
I have gazed at your nakedness
with lustful adoration
3000 times… or more…
I have kissed your sweet breasts,
drawn to your flesh,
craving your amorous embrace
3000 times… or more…
much more…
I have stroked you to ecstasy,
the sight and sound of your delight
driving my desire
3000 times... or more…
lying between your silken limbs,
I have entered a carnal paradise,
our bodies entwined
in intimate abandon
3000 times… or more…
I have held you,
my lips on your lips,
my body deep in yours…
and wanting to stay there forever
3000 times… or more…
we have come together,
my ardour bursting inside you,
our juices mingling
in blissful union
Such delicious couplings of
devotion and desire.
May they continue…
till the end of our days, my love.
CG (Dec, 2015)
Categories:
couplings, beauty, body, happiness, inspiration,
Form: Blank verse
With a snakelike hiss, the train doors close
the engine rocks and rumbles on clicking
over welded metal couplings: iced, glazed, froze,
the steam heat in clouds arose, rail licking.
On velvet we sit, lace behind our heads,
stewards bring tea for the clock is ticking.
High tea at five, we're fed like thoroughbreds
for dinners late (at eight) in formal dress.
A honeymoon for two not quite purebreds.
1/24/15
Categories:
couplings, travel, vacation,
Form: Terza Rima
KUBO
The “kubo” now complete and done
With all the spirits and blessings
Adorned and commends
All sights of beauty existing
No faults of structure than woodborer
Can ever be commented to dissuade
One night or two or month long
Of couplings and bliss
Under the moonlight moaning
Pure gold of love shared
Oh, I know and we know we care
So much perfect for honeymooners
That no one would dare
Put a footprint like “hasta la vista”
Terms:
Kubo- Filipino term for a hut, a small dwelling made up of local materials, generally constructed in the suburbs.
“Hasta la vista” Spanish term for see you later.
Categories:
couplings, love,
Form: Free verse
MonarchS.cry as the butterfly came and sat by me
Beautiful color on delicate wings sang with a song to be
Whales swam and sent a voice, in waters came the call of choice
Windy shores holding sandy feet, a pulsing river drums a knowing beat
... and I stood, listening in a silent mode, watching waves that wrote of love
listening in a silent mode, making sure as to what I’ve heard, testing true in other words and
cords, games and scores of boards we played. Learned the lessons of what was made in a day,
before and before they came. Looking for the hear of a time unknown and seeing symbols that
are showing what’s shown.
.
Equal flux in.visible knock as I write the log of a time in clock, when fear is near but they came
in pair. Couple of a couplings dared to care. Twins are knowing to see as I do, thinkings showing
that we’re knowing too… the score is balanced and a time is past, peace over anger and it’s here
to last. Choice is the voice that voiced a choice to be in peace through eternity and so was
granted way and right, seconds count when in second flight.
.
MonarchScrys that we are, of the Light.
Categories:
couplings, fantasytime, peace, peace, time,
Form: I do not know?
I think that what happened was that we all wanted to be Oedipus and possess our mothers.
But because society frowns on such couplings,
we actually sought to BECOME our mothers.
Since only a woman can make a life,
and because our sex is opposite and we lived in a world of men,
in order to be the equal of a woman we had to take life,
And the more the better.
That cycle continued for many generations,
but in the past hundred years I think it has reached its peak at
The Ardennes
Warsaw
Hiroshima
The 38th parallel
Indochina
Haiti
Tiananmen Square
Bosnia
Iraq
At least the gross is up.
Categories:
couplings, historywoman,
Form: Free verse
Foresight is an appreciation
sitting squarely upon furrowed fields.
Banishing nurture to perpetual silence
in its non-meaning, intentional way.
Sperm ejecting from rumored couplings,
nameless offspring slipping beneath sods
of radiant maybes,
all motes in infinities grasp,
and what of their promise?
Its circumference measured
in aerial battles of misplaced thoughts;
intrigues of wishful thinking.
Sentinel to worthless causes,
Mumbling metallic undertones from half-chewed lips.
Blameless blame pelting idle discretions,
casting a grievance to fallow ground
hoping it will blossom.
But in retrospect all must wither
between spaces of time.
Categories:
couplings, angst, depression, sad,
Form: Free verse