Money laughs in the daylight,
Showing off like it owns the
Block.
Every dollar retains a joke
And a bruise.
Quick to bless, quicker to
Bite,
It shifts moods like weather
On a bad street.
But after hours it cries quietly
Remembering every soul it eluded.
This small god with moods
Keeps moving-
Blessing, breaking never
Staring long.
In my life I may as they say
have accomplished a thing or two
but I've not made the mark
I so dearly wished to do
altho' having trod the boards
where mighty giants once stood
the rug was always pulled out
in many a good neighbourhood
never had it made in the shade
fame and fortune eluded me
a one-man band on parade
anonymity included me
sailing off into the sunset
is not quite the right thing to do
nor is going down with the ship
in the yonder wild blue
and yet if my get up and go
has not got up and gone
I'd like once more to bring it on
before fading away into oblivion
My Way
I saw the three tenors sing “I did it my way,” mind, the fat one died,
and the two others hate each other and never appear in public if
They can avoid it. Of the two, one looks like an aging matinée idol
The other suffers from being mobbed at school and looks scared
has nightmares and takes to tears before going on stage.
I still like Frank Sinatra`s rendition of that song better; he sang
It was so relaxed with a clear diction, and made me think of a man
With six a pack ambling on his way home, he too is dead to
“My Way” is about human hubris; we believe we are masters of our
destiny when we are leaves blowing along a wet asphalt road
in the autumnal half-light.
Thinking back, I can afford to, I never got a thing my way, which, when
Young caused me bitterness, the highest prize eluded me, kismet knew
I could not handle illustriousness; it would have made me look absurd
a swaggering fool hated by colleagues, at the stage of life. Yet, when
dancing the tango at a nightclub in Buenos Aires, 54 years ago
The applause I received still rings sweetly in my ears.
Once upon a time, in a town not far from here,
on a day that was not bright, on a day that was not clear,
a boy was born, and the newspaper would say,
"It was a partly cloudy day."
Everybody said, "What an odd little feller".
So, one day, his mother took him to the fortune teller,
but she only said as she drew up her shawl,
"Suddenly, I have a partly cloudy ball."
He met her in the morning, early in the Spring,
and by and by, offered her a diamond ring,
but true love once more eluded -
the gem he gave was cloudy and occluded.
His heart was not broken. It just had a little crack.
He sighed and went home early. Then he hit the sack.
He didn't shed a tear or even cry -
he just blinked upon each partly cloudy eye.
In his head, he puzzled as he lay awake,
but life to him seemed hopelessly opaque,
and his confusion would enshroud
a mind partially covered by a cloud.
The years, one by one, eventually passed
by the bloke known for nothing but being overcast.
I'm sad to report that he died just yesterday.
The paper said, "It was a partly cloudy day".
As I try to wish away, all the sadness that I feel;
As if a night sky's falling star, could grant me something real...
If only one small wish, of what's eluded me all this life thus far;
I'd wish for just some happiness, just a little in a jar;
So I could open as I needed, unload some sadness that I feel
Much like unloading bulky freight,
From a trains overloaded boxcar...
If only I could wish away, all the sadness that I feel,
I'd finish this life with certainty
And a soul full of new found zeal...
I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor.
With him, I feel light-hearted,
but apart, I’m utterly devastated.
I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back,
and without a genuine connection, our love feels
like scenes from a disconnected game—
where hate destroys, yet love seeks to heal.
But with each passing day, my love for him dwindles.
We are apart because this kind of love cannot thrive.
We never dance; we never kiss on the dance floor.
Our rhythms never sync; he lacks that spark,
and so, a kiss on the dance floor has eluded me.
Feelings shift when loneliness takes their place.
Love wavers,
when a marriage crumbles,
as I wish and hope our love was strong enough
to bridge the gap.
Unlike wildflowers plucked without care,
my love was stunted,
never given the chance to blossom.
Still, I hold a profound respect for him.
A part of me must make a choice,
and so I choose happiness; I choose solitude
over the confusion of pity masquerading as love.
"You're my Heart." Juliette Barnes to Avery Barkley in a scene from Nashville. A complicated and sweet love story.
A sweet love song ballad.
You're my Heart
By Michelle Morris
20/04/2025
I'd never known true love
I guess it eluded me until now
But you're the one I want
Thank you for sticking around
You're everything that's good
In my oh so crazy life
You've endured and understood
Every step of the way
Despite the complications
Despite the rocky path
I'll love you for always and forever
Because: You're my Heart
I'm so happy to have found you
Underneath the Darkness of my Life
I'm so happy that we made it
And that I'm your loving wife
You're everything that's good
In my oh so crazy life
You're my favourite happiness
We made our Magic and Miracles
Despite the complications
Despite the rocky path
I'll love you for always and forever
Because: You're my Heart
Despite the complications
Despite the rocky path
I'll love you for always and forever
Because: You're my Heart
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
Who empties His houses in the guise of renewal?
Who shattered its victims with lies and betrayal?
Who conveniently had loss of common sense?
Who eluded punishment expecting others to do penance?
Who dismays and dismantles the dwindling flock?
Who empties memories trading reverence for shock?
Who scoffs at laws specified in their own cannon?
Who pays their council with large sums of mammon?
Who has squirreled away substantial resources?
Who deems such is needed to fund other courses?
Who will litigate estates to take from rightful heirs?
Who does all they will yet maintain that they care?
equipoise had eluded him
a counterweight of feathers
failed to lift weights
from the other side of nowhere
maybe it was the fulcrum
that needed new balance
a pivotal shift in the light
of burdensome weight
burning the bridge
before the crossing
a pendulum on either side
suspended the pendant
when he approached
the courage to fear
drenched in pomegranate juice
the sand stone wished to be granite
yet a figment of imagination
eluded the tomb and it was over
eternally gone final impermanent
the children wept crocodile tears
but ancestors knew about snake bites
betrayal unforgiveness treachery deception
inscribed were false words
and only time would tell
if his wishes were granted
shaded under a fig tree
his begging bowl was empty
not one grain of rice graced death robes
yet saffron scents veiled his demise
as fruit of his loins shattered the earth
shadows danced a requiem
cacophony from split tongues
inscribed the message in blood
as vultures gathered
and songbirds went silent
yet wise jacaranda petals
found resting places in grooves
where the chisel had been
no eye for a blind eye
crack in the orb
universe spinning still
he chuckled from inside the grave
serene in lightness peaceful in mind
surreal quietude chirped at the dawn
of new beginnings
his dead heart full of undying passion
etched in a gem stone
the jewel lived on forever
a rough diamond without polish
true to himself
Magical Glasses looking within these lenses
That glares through these hidden shadows.
Scenarios of traps, mistaking fantasy, illusion
Selfishness eluded by compulsion yet gracefulness
and mercifulnedd intervene these cloudiness of
these Magical Glasses.
Battling each
paradigm
I wandered alone
Straight into
the maelstrom
of thundering tomes
My nose
pointed North
spitting into the wind
Decision once made
a line crossed
from within
Reciting
a dogma
both precious and torn
The words fill my spirit
once lost
and forlorn
Chasing a promise
that’s eluded
so long
An Angel appears
to whose will
— I belong
(The New Room: January, 2025)
A midnight full of potential that lets me down without notice.
I've touched eternity without admission in hopes of a reprieve from a destiny that eluded me.
A shade of blue that masks suicide from within.
Love couldn't save her from herself. Love won't save me.
I purchased a romance that was out of my price range.
Destiny as it seems holds a grudge against those less fortunate.
Lost myself looking around for the quality people love,
Perfection, it is called harder to find the Blue eyes ground dove.
Standing here,feeling lost seems like there is nothing I could do,
After all, it is I, who dragged myself too hard to become grey and blue.
I ,who grew you a flower that can't be bloomed,in a dream that can't come true.
I danced in the rain, though the tears of my loss were in vain, under skies of blue.
Late was I to know the truth, the world forever has been a liar so smooth.
The caliber I sought, a distant thought, beyond my grasps stare,
The perfection I pursued, forever eluded leaving me in despair.
Alas! this word tattered my beautiful soul,
Lastly, I stand alone with nothing but my inner turmoil and my shattered soul...........to console.
A child, I, when you touched my heart and mind,
so meaningful, but also undefined.
Like faerie dust, you left me behind.
There, my unceasing, lifelong search began.
Inside songs and art, I hoped to catch it,
seeking the poetic words to match it,
But from the thin air, I could not snatch it.
'Twas teasingly, from me, you skipped and ran.
I looked for you in a girl's touch and smile,
in nature's every teeming sunlit mile.
You nimbly eluded me all the while.
Ephemeral sprite, I'm a beaten man.
Oh, please visit me soon, my long-lost friend,
or we'll both be dust blowing in the wind.
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