The Autumn leaves are drifting down
our beech tree will lose her copper gown
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Damn, my reflection enthralls them all.
No Medusa's gaze, no serpent's hiss,
My presence alone, sheer, potent bliss.
No need for coils or stony stare,
My impact's etched in the very air.
A kiss of stone? How quaint, how mild,
My very being drives mortals wild.
I am fly, a dazzling dream,
My walk, my talk, an astral gleam.
Each mirror aches with envy's sting,
To capture the aura that my essence brings.
I blaze into the room, a sunlit tide,
Where shadows cower and darkness hide.
Each step a vibrant, dazzling show, Bewitching, blinding, watch them glow.
They shield their eyes, the onlooker's frail,
Against the brilliance of my radiant trail.
Wear shades, they must, to bear the sight,
My shine's a power, intense and bright.
A health warning glitters, sharp and clear,
Heatstroke, heart attack, a looming fear.
Some may just stroke out, overwhelmed,
By the potent magic I've compelled.
My shine isn't for all ages!
his name's been on every child's lips
in whirls of fantasy, whimsy, slips and trips
synonymous with awe and wonder
we all grew up with the machinations
of Disney's wild and vivid imagination
a man with the grandest of vision
beautifully executed with precision
AP: 3rd place 2025
Lee considered himself the most famous chili maker in the west
Added tobacco, Heinz 57, cinnamon, gave it a big taste test
We had heard about his concoctions, and could not wait.
The first bite was terrible, second bitter, the third one a bad fate.
What about this stew had given him a glowing review?
We could not keep our faces straight; this stuff was a big boo-hoo.
Lee waited expectantly, but none of us play poker.
His terrific chili had been replaced by his wife’s, she was a horrible joker.
When we got the straight stuff, it was worth the wait.
Lee was a fabulous chili maker; his concoction was quite great.
Why did you do that? We asked her, for the why we could not guess.
I was a bit jealous, said his evil wife, Miss Jess.
Mary rushes to the market,
To buy biscuit, bread, butter,
Finds fabulous fare for Fluffy,
Crochety cantankerous cat of her!
Bobby loves leafing through books,
Bubbles blows bothersome brother,
Baby yells sky-rocketing loud,
Daddy hugs and kisses her!
Green grass growing gorgeous,
Georgie gladly ready to mow,
Dorothy demands dance costume,
Mommy merrily decides to sew!
I like poetry contests, because it is terrific to imagine what is being sought.
I especially like the ones that have made up words, guidelines, and artwork.
they are a delightful challenge to me and they give me incredible new ideas.
I like seeing how many greens I get before a gold pop up, it amuses me.
I especially like All Poetry because I can run six contests at a time, and I do.
Comparing people’s poetry is like comparing oranges to clocks to boots.
They all have a different function, they are unique, and it is all about taste.
I usually know which one is going to be gold because it pulls my soul in.
I read each poem three to five times, and I read the winners more times.
Sometimes gold and silver are a toss-up, and I want to flip a coin.
But that would seem like cheating, so I force myself to do the best I can.
Poetry contests are fabulous if you ask me; I truly love both sides of them.
She is a fabulous fox, his zookeeper brother said.
Jason had been fooled before, so he ignored him.
I cannot date her myself, she is my co-worker said Fred.
He’s probably talking about a real fox said cousin Jim.
But then the fabulous fox entered the hall.
She was so beautiful, she made both men swoon.
She’s truly something, kind, a living doll.
Introduce me said Jason, who felt effects of the moon.
Stay fabulous
By Michelle Morris
26/01/2024
Stay fabulous
Stay inspired
Stay uplifted
Stay empowered
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Passion flowers climb
in the age of sweet fragrance
Fuchsia passion vines
Still beauty honoring day
upon the soon starlit way
Fuchsia fantastic
heart-stopping surprise mid stride
Rare fruits so tasty
Sun wonder of walled gardens
headed in all directions
Lily blooms in spring , a design of creator, fragrance to garden
Lilies have sweet smell Flame lily has found in moor, an endangered plant.
Lilies have vase life,
two weeks in my corridor They look fabulous
Lily blooms in spring , a design of creator, fragrance to garden
Lilies have sweet smell Flame lily has found in moor, an endangered plant.
Lilies have vase life,
two weeks in my corridor They look fabulous
Lily blooms in spring , a design of creator, fragrance to garden
Lilies have sweet smell Flame lily has found in moor, an endangered plant.
Lilies have vase life,
two weeks in my corridor They look fabulous
Fabulous November is finally here
Where famous All Saints Day and All Souls Day
Carpeted the initial steps of this month’s stair
As huge banner of significant occasions flail
Lots of traditional and cultural celebrations
Are enjoyed--they’re big family events
Fabulous November invites us to cheer
For many month’s national and worldwide holidays
We celebrate to bring awareness to our health
Natural disasters and most of all to
Promote unity, peace, recognize the value of children
Men and women—they’re God’s precious gifts
Fabulous November coldness now I feel
As it intensifies, I will gladly prepare
The coming of Yuletide…the best season of the year
I’ll start hanging lanterns, colorful lights
Putting Christmas trees and start mailing cards
Always excited to see friends, family and the whole clan
Nov. 7, 2022 6.10pm
A beaver and a bandicoot,
After playing squash one day,
Were sipping cappuccinos
At a quaint outdoor café.
"Ah, thish ish sho like Parish",
Lisped the beaver with a sigh.
"And I," remarked the bandicoot,
"am 'minded of Mumbai,
And Rome, and Barcelona,
And so many other places."
The beaver merely sat there
Being quiet and making faces.
"What's the matter, chum?" asked bandicoot,
His voice as soft as flannel,
"I thought you tripped as much as I.
Don't you watch the Travel Channel?"
I have a fabulous dresser, an antique
made out of gorgeous wood of teak
It is totally Victorian, and yet somehow sleek
Found a long time ago at a home beside a creek
Its interior drawers are shabby, quite bleak.
Yet the outside has an incredibly well-built physique.
She is pretty when refurbished, totally chic.
Her clothes drawers sometimes have an ominous squeak.
She once had a small gray inhabitant who gave out a shriek.
His mousey noises were to us humans little understood Greek.
Once in a while I still hear a ghostlike tiny small eek.
You can ask my cousin about it too. His name is Zeke.
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