(Lada on a walk, 2025)
It’s a dog’s life when everything goes your way
From belly scratches to regular feedings
And long daily walks
And it’s a dog’s life when you get just an old bone
Dug up in the yard, but at least something
To gnaw on when bored
Cold and wet or hot and dusty
Alone but nevertheless resilient
Waiting for your best friend
To lift you up again
And remind you just how good
It can be, to simply be.
(1/23/26)
TRUTH BE TOLD
Truth’s not the problem…
Truth is inevitable…
Lying…challenging…
You can’t alter truth…
Truth’s beyond altering…
You can’t adjust truth…
Their history lies:
Apocalypiticism,
Tells ourstory’s truth:-
Seek and find the truth;
Knock and truth will open up:
Truth never denies:-
Enlightened with truth,
Be nourished with her feedings:
Hunger, satisfied:-
That squirrel is getting to me my cousin lamented.
But the squirrel got killed by a car, and grief fermented.
She had left a nest of babies, all together there were four
Larry fed them with eyedroppers, not afraid of rabies or more
He named them Larry Curly Moe and Shemp; they were now in his care.
Did not seem to mind the rodent smell that was clearly in the autumn air
Brought them next to his bed, so he could do night feedings too.
He has gone crazy for them said his wife, little Annabelle Lou.
Invisible yet invincible
By Michelle Morris
17/10/2021
A tender moment
between a mother and her babe
nuzzling for nourishment
creating a bond so great
Beyond comprehension
invisible yet invincible
forever in consciousness
forever merged hearts and souls
Forged in blood
in late night feedings
early morning greetings
roundabouts and swings
More tender moments
a lifetime of promises
searching for individuality
whilst wanting to stay bonded
Relationship milestones
time marches on
age makes no difference
to a mother's protective arms
Always in touch
no distance can erase
telepathy brings
emotions to the surface
Nothing is stronger
more gentle
more right
than the bond between
a mother
and
her child
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Atmosphere is anybody there
World spinning around is anybody here
my love the skies are so great
Our hearts melt in the clouds wake
Till dusk of day the night feedings
Rain clouds away drippings
Misunderstandings Miss identifications till days dawn
Crawling skies
~
Anybody there, anybody here
Sunshine's beauty is great Wandering Minds
Sun Cross the sky changing of times
Till the sunset clouds Thunderings
Is all I do while waiting for the moon's plungering
Those rain clouds away clouds turning blue
Misunderstandings miscommunications today's gone true Skies calling
2/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
I felt nerves standing in my way, both nervous and excited at the same time
I started opening my mouth confirming a permanent visitor our home would welcome
A friend who would be carried as a precious cargo
I became speechless and breathless, overwhelmed with excitement
I could not even form words or express them
I expected this for a long time, but with everything that I have been through my expectations couldn’t have an expression of happiness
For I wished this cargo to be carried would be sudden
For I wished anything less than this cargo to be prepared for
In a life I have, seeing and experiencing growth is amazing
This is a dream come true!
I have had my failures as much as my successes, but one thing is certain, that love will be easy like a smile as patient and mild
That adjusting to 2am cries will be as natural as the lazy naps I take having to deal with late night feedings
This is excitement and nerves
Something that will make me hesitant yet bold
With this precious cargo, Daddy and I are going to be a family and will have our baby to hold
Poet
Masego Nkuna
If I weren’t afraid, I’d…
… feast sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
… feature myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… fly over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… free all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
… fathom futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… flee to family’s joyous feedings around blessings’ flow
… fulfill my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… fire-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God,
firmly I cling to Him, thanking Him
for putting in my heart
fear* that's reverential so by
faith I can
freely obey and willingly
follow Him along holiness-bliss of
fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 11, 2019
Edited on February 10, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT K, any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
Verily honoured am I to be invited
To this First Annual Poetry Soup Convention
Where international writers, poetry-gifted
Come together to share blessings of their passion.
With the global confab scheduled smoothly on-line
I anticipate great sessions of poem readings
Where gracious participation I can’t decline
As my heart would be nourished well with “bard-feedings.”
Grateful am I to join this poetry conference
To learn from notable word-artists I admire
My prayer is for Providence-interference
For protection against internet-glitches’ mire.
Now, I entrust to God* this event’s victory
With guidance to coordinators in the lead
Including the entire PS territory…
Yes, for momentous poetry-delight, I plead.
This April 5, 2019 is poets’ date
Have me counted as well as my excited soul
I’m set and indeed ready to reach meeting-gate
For the furtherance of noble poetry goal.
*Proverbs 21:31 The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD.
March 22, 2019
5th place, "The First Annual Poetry Soup Convention"
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 3/23/2019.
How do I love thee?
Let me tell ye
I’ll roll over
And show my belly
How do I love thee?
With a meow and a purr
And by leaving clean things
Covered in fur
How do I love thee?
Unlike his cur-ship
Because I love you
I demand your worship
How do I love thee?
With daily kneadings
Daily waters
Daily feedings
How do I love thee?
Tell by where I nap
Make myself at home
In your lap
How do I love thee?
To a great degree
In case you were wondering
How I love thee
What's new? They ask her.
She smiles, looking down, cradling the baby.
Everything is, she thinks to herself,
constant changing diapers, 2 a.m. feedings,
comforting the small cries.
They see the dark circles around her eyes,
the fact that she is exhausted and hasn't combed her hair.
What use to be purses, sunglasses, and make up.
Now being replaced with a diaper bag, bottles, and a car seat.
She replaces these material things as well as mending the soul.
All the voids, heartbreak, mistrust, loneliness...
Replaced with unconditional love, and a sense of fulfillment.
As she holds what's new......
Not just the child....not just the experiences.....
but herself that she has found!
So what;s new? They ask her.
Everything.
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
taking his feedings with
dreams of being' downtown;
his jazz band was playing'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneaking drinks from old Joe,
playing cards in the back,
going upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behaving himself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Sticks.
*******
...for all the old jazzmen
He's 'King of the Home'
in his high chair and gown,
taking his feedings with
dreams of being downtown;
his jazz band was playing
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneaking drinks from old Joe,
playing cards in the back,
going upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behaving himself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as 'King of the Sticks!'
I cling to mother
with unconditional love
arms wrapped around tight-
immune to pain of neglect
my bond knows no other way
Eyes steadfast in gaze
upward turned to mother's face
searching for comfort-
the innocence of my heart
sees only this, my mother
I see not the truth
the hours left unattended
many missed feedings-
imprinted with nature's bond
my eyes of a child see love
These eyes of a child
watch closely for survival
matter not the cost-
nature grants me this lifeline
I hold on tight, good or bad.
time
NOTICES GIVEN HERE © Tanka 57577
Notice given here
Written for this one time sake
It’s not yours alone
Do not take this space for granted
Share in twos’ given to chance
And see if time is allotted!
time
COGED WHEELS! © TANKA 57577
Mounting cogs grasp time
A Sprocket wheel turns about
No lost hours inside
Ticking sounds coming alive
Giving ‘rights’ to time split lines!
time
WHEELS AND COGS! © TANKA 57577
Interlocked ‘tables’ set
Seconds, minutes, hours ‘taken’
Timed feedings correct
When wheeled settings are cog-fitted
Catching time on the dotted line!
time
SECONDS, MINUTES, TO HOURS © TANKA
Seconds into hours
Interlocking work inside
Ticks a correct beat
Forever telling us to wake
Sleep, eat, play and be merry!
Adult X
_____________________________
Two sets of eyes locked in trance,
sexually speaking in advance
You know, I know she says
as if the answer was already yes.
Two sets of hands embrace,
both sets of feet move in pace
two sets of clothes hit the floor
they both turn and lock the door.
Both then untuck the covers,
such are two passionate lovers
both locked in mortal sin
both letting the other in.
Two sets of hearts loudly beating,
both with hunger needing feedings
two sets of lips connecting
gasp and moans and lots of sweating.
Two sets of moans loudly speaking
both sticky from the leaking
both spooning with the other
two people who love each other.
Sometimes in the heat of passion,
there are love and lust and even laughing
at least there will be no crying
for pleasure felt has no denying.
8/16/14-Jessica Thompson
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