I want to be a horned toad
Puffing myself up to enormous fluffiness
terrifying my enemies
eating ant sandwiches as they run from me
squirting blood out of my eyes
confusing them even further
Windswept, the rows of leaves descent.
Bereft the bare of toppling dreamt.
The lamb of fluffiness gives clue.
A pram does shake with laughter coo.
The revenue of shapes and hues,
For heaven sweeps, creates such views.
Plush yards of harvest dreams full tilt.
Postcards of dawn or dusk and gilt.
I have felt the sting
And the joy of the rain
Soaked in its confusion
Watched
As it turned cold
Bitingly cold and angry
Upon a howling wind
Frozen rivulets
Pelting the helpless
Becoming a more friendly
Soft fluffiness
Drifting into mountains
Burying all hope
Smothering
Isolated thought
Shaping the future
Of a sunrise
Hardening the resolve
Of life
Dandelion mushroom lady standing at attention
In the meadow that is almost too gorgeous to mention
Mystical feelings float out of her ambiance too
She has a cosmic presence that says she is overdue
Where has she been? Pink and red tulips ask, for she is kind of new
I think her seeds finally sprouted said an intelligent Lily named Lou.
Dandelion mushroom lady hears but does not let on at all.
Standing proudly, loving her fluffiness, weed that grows so tall.
White
By Michelle Morris
27/10/2020
White is seen as purity,
In the peace of a dove or driven snow;
It is the reflection of all the colours
in the rainbow,
And of rarity in nature...
From the fluffiness of clouds in the sky,
To snow-capped mountains gracious,
In hearts pure and filled with joy,
White is a penguin's iceberg haven...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
We could have our fights and make up
I can see your mood and understand that face
That beauty, the crispness of your lips
Let me explore on a sunny day, a picnic with you
The freedom to fall
If I could please you everyday
To see your feelings fluffy cake
Happy to share our story in full soft cover glory
In the end it is wind and dust
But when we touch its succulent lust
My mind is full of poems of you
Gimme lanes give me change
I’ll take them all to stay with you.
In a trance riding on a scorpion dancing on Eros back.
Let me glide with you
Let me truly feel free
Let us fly through white fluffiness
Let us skim the vast sea
Let us enjoy the warmth of a days sunshine
Let us inhale the mystery and beauty of night
Let us eternally glide together
Let us for evermore be in full flight
Eating cake had become my mainstay...
the fluffiness of success and the sweet frosting
of victory
Oh, that sweet, sweet life of mine...
just eating and forgetting the bitter limes
Binging on triple and quadruple layers...
no signs of stopping and no cares
Opulent chins and fat rolls building up...
lethargy and amnesia becoming my death cup
The vegetables and greens of hard work and dedication I forgot....
foolishly, these core essentials I left out to rot
But that sweet taste quickly became bitter with jeers, I can't deny...
'cause last night I was served a nice big slice of 'humble pie
So I'm working out, dieting, and fasting...
henceforth natural whole food long-lasting
When someone’s head was in the clouds
It wasn’t really meant
To flatter; rather as a put-down,
That was the intent.
For clouds were puffs of fluffiness
Where nothing could be found
And one whose head was there did not
Have two feet on the ground.
Yet now there’s been a major shift
Since everyone’s on board
With reaching up into the Cloud,
Where everything is stored.
Sensitive souls meet feisty spirits
Fluffiness of fresh fallen snow
Heat of harsh fiery flames
Natural elements of colliding forces
Possibilities of complementaries
Actualisation of a pair too dire
Contrasts complimenting one assumes
Reality melts the other
Hot fire against chilled snow
Disaster overwhelms surrounding viewers
Liquified tears drown fiery words
A hot puddle is this mess
Fallen gods
The scattering embers
with their fading twinkle
danced with the whirling breeze
bemusing all with the falling twilight
with eyes skew to the misty clouds
shaggy with its opaque fluffiness
slowing edging its blankness
eerily shunning the moon
quickening the ending of a phase
a broken sword
with its shattered blade
telling a scattered tale
to the throbbing hearts
beguiled by stolen voices
shammed to a broken reality
frail by the failed quests
wretched with the fallen crest
irk with the broken wings
thrall to an empty throne
resenting the fall from grace
Oh my dear Frappe I love you so
Oh my sweet stalker kitty
Your heart just said no
And at the end you were all giddy
My sweet sweet kitty
You were always so funny
The way you almost suffocated the lizard
And it was sad when you died during the blizzard
Oh my dear Frappe I love you so
I love your giant bean toe
I love your fluffiness
I loved your niceness
I love your stalker tendencies
I love that you and the bear were enemies
I love your multi colered eyes
But unfortunely you had to cut ties
Oh my dear Frappe I love you so
I'm so sad you had to go
Oh my dear frappe I love you
I love you so
I’m glad you have two sides
So I can switch you through the night
I have to feel that cool spot
On my face to feel just right
At first I just start turning you
To make you feel ok
Your fluffiness doesn’t matter to me
It’s your coolness that I crave
You may say that I’m crazy
But with you I do sleep better
When I reach and turn you over
You are the perfect temperature
I hold you oh so tight at night
You never let me down
No matter what I say to you
You never ever frown
You’re warm and fluffy when I’m cold
And full of coolness when I’m hot
You never say a word to me
Despite my midnight plots
I turn you several times a night
And always sing your praise
I’m so happy that you don’t complain
Even through your lonely days
I can’t be with you always
Though I think of you quite often
I daydream we’ll be together
As soon as I leave the office
I know you’ll always be right there
Exactly where I left you
You jump just when you feel my touch
As soon as I need to hold you
Thank you for your comfort
And support on those cold nights
And especially for your coolness
All those times I held you tight
Carefree Teddy Bears
by Carrie Hooper
A mama teddy bear and her cub
Stand in the cold,
Safe and warm in their fur coats.
Entertained by passing cars,
The sun's light show,
The whipped cream fluffiness of snow,
And nature's varied artwork,
What more do they need?
As lilies are arrayed,
So might an angel
Bestowed upon me
May delightfully be.
That her wings will
Be softer than silk
In my calloused and
Undeserving hands.
That her beauty may
Bloom as a field of
Sweetly scented flowers.
As a rose that wilts not,
So shall the gentleness
Of her loving embrace
Be forever felt upon
My beating chest.
As the fluffiness of
White hydrangeas,
Pedestaled, enthroned
In a palace of gold,
So shall my queen—
Elegant, wondrous—
Be loved.
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