Heed inner vocal prompt,
hear that subtle whisper,
hidden compass beneath,
hand or heart to self oath,
hovers above dumb delay,
hindsight a red faced blush,
hapless one, null and void
Harvest of well-being,
happens to tender souls,
hinging on trusted gut’s,
honey pot lucky lure,
healing ache sedative,
halcyon phase ensues,
hoist a mirthful flag wave
Install a frame of mind,
include grand fitting goals,
imagine true triumph,
imbued with lavish heart,
instant rapport on switch,
ignites widespread blue flame,
instinct, root source ally
Who we are, in terms of learning
Is it really important to know?
Just substances of shared belonging
Therein as above, so below
I don’t mean depth with all implied
The real truth comes superficial
It strikes the way unjustified
With obviousness of recognition
Each word reflects like carved in stone
So is the laughter, and the silence
The echo says you’re not alone
The past continues under guidance
Of future that has gone too soon
It was a thought that couldn’t last long
Two stones had fallen from the moon
Now they are one, happily wrong.
Inspired by daisies - the friendliest flowers.
Smiling happily and free
By Michelle Morris
18/04/2026
I saw the lovely daisies
Bobbing their heads in the breeze
Saying yes to all the joy outdoors
Smiling happily and free
Dancing close together
Dancing joyously
Dancing just because
Dancing wild for me
Friendly flowers for all who pass
Yellow faces in the sun
Friendly flowers every single day
White petals for loving one
He loves me
He loves me more
She loves me
I am adored
He loves me
She loves me too
Remember daisies
Love me and you
Dancing close together
Dancing joyously
Dancing just because
Dancing wild for me
Lovely, lovely daisies
To uplift all who are sad or blue
Lovely, lovely daisies
Inspired by Nature's moods
Yes, I saw the lovely daisies
Bobbing their heads in the breeze
Saying yes to all the joy outdoors
Smiling happily and free
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Emptiness has no goal posts to defend,
in detachment holding hearts in embrace,
yet in darkness unwilling to descend,
nurturing vibrance as God’s gift of grace.
Entwined as one and yet standing apart,
the beauteous rainbow refracts white light,
inking on sky’s canvas a work of art,
for fleeting moments ushering delight.
Union and separation is the game,
tango dancing on life’s stage for a while,
wherein free from fear, no demons to tame,
we dance to music that matches our style.
Together or estranged, in joy we glide ~
At peace in our heart, for God dwells inside
Some say “happily ever after”
only happens in movies.
That isn’t true, because I found you.
You are my once in a lifetime love,
my soulmate per say.
You are my happily ever after,
and I wouldn’t ask for anyone else.
It’s easy to be happy in La La Land
As time goes by in warped perspective
Billy Bass singing “Don’t worry be happy”
And meerkats and warthogs gleefully
Reminding us to “Hakuna Matata…”.
In fact it’s everywhere you look
When you’ve turned inward.
While the real world outside swirls
In veritable chaos,
Everyone can understand the need for a little break,
But as the world turns
It’s clearly the place to be
If you want to be alive.
After all, Life is often under appreciated
While happiness is usually overrated.
But happiness is the result of a life well lived
Not its cause, and when we forget that
We end up chasing our tail round and round
Like those tigers Little Black Sambo
Brought home to his mother in a cup of ghee.
(10/4/25)
Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone
She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall
And off the ground it did bounce
The crown rolled out into a flounce,
Tumbling down into the moat
And thankfully it did not float
A queen no more and yet she smiled
Chuckling, whooping and skipping wild,
Saying goodbye to the castle rafter …
She'd found her happily ever after.
Who am I to think by the age of 25 I would have it all together?
I thought I would have a happily ever after
I thought I would know everything by now but all I know is that you’ll never be what I need you to be for me
I know that you’ll put your needs before me
You hurt me and I hurt you
You blame me and I put the blame back onto you
I feel like you don’t care and it makes me do crazy things
I really do love you but I have to love me too
I’m sorry if it comes off as I don’t care
I wanted a happily ever after with you but I guess this roller coaster ride might come to an end
I don’t know if we’ll grow in time
Why do we argue all the time?
We argued when we should’ve been next to each other
Loving on one another
I know we were meant for each other
Why can’t everything just go smooth?
Lately, why is everything ruining my mood?
I’m so mad lately
Maybe it’s because you haven’t touched me in ways I would think about all the time
My body is yours
My heart is only designed to fit into your hands
There’s no other man that has me but you
My stupid heart just won’t let go of you
Once upon a time
In the context of a rhyme
I asked something of you,
If you would say, I do
No fanfare and no scene
Just cowboy boots and jeans
A flower for your hair
That evening in my chair
A Paris honeymoon
Roll out of bed at noon
Champs Elysees sweatshirt
A floral patterned skirt
A walk out on the rue
Hand in hand us two
A toast of Veuve Clicquot
Forever dos-uno
Outside Nashville somewhere
A cozy cabin there
Hidden out of sight
Lit up by bright starlight
Rustic wooden floor
Boho style decor
I'll bring you through the door
You're all I want, no more
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
how do you choose
the fairest of them all?
why do you get to pick apart every single person
that never gave you the right?
Snow White ate less and less apples
until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away
and she needed a strange man to save her
What if he tried to do something else?
What if heroes aren’t good
and villains are just broken?
Who tells a man when to save a damsel in distress?
What if Beast was always kind
and the witch messed with everyone’s minds?
Maybe Snow White just wanted to be beautiful
Maybe the queen just wanted what Snow had
Who are we to tell if the voice was Ariel’s or Ursula’s?
Maybe we believed Ariel’s beautiful face when no one was there to see if Ursula stole anything at all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
why do you choose the fairest of them all?
Maybe she doesn’t want to be beautiful,
what if she’d rather to be regarded as kind?
Does it make you feel some type of way
that the fairest of them all
was the one who got away?
millions...
of dollars
in bank account;
he's a wealthy man, yet
true happiness
proves
much too expensive
for him;
a walking paradox
impossible
to reconcile.
to the ends of the earth
he goes
painting
r a d i a n t smiles
on faces
on a quotidian basis, yet
doesn't wear
much of his own.
an expert pretender
convincing
all and sundry
that all is fine, yet
suffers
in silence.
when does
the smirking mask fall off?
may the Lord
bring healing sunshine
to this man
laughing
with the world, yet
crying
alone.
HAPPILY DISCONTENT
One may wish to own a JW Turner
The art of art is the skill of knowing
And recognising every good earner
The online market for art is growing
Yet it is more my greed I must quell
One needs a real space for showing
With my few fake Masters left to sell
I found a gallery, as credibility counts
For a half day only, but it served well
A hundred pounds, the anger mounts
And was a scam, that expensive rent
But the cheque of course will bounce
Now my payment has finally been sent
I’m seeing myself as happily discontent
Happily discontent, that I am, that I be
now future
happy discontent
achievable out of reach
joie de vivre bags of regrets
what I am now what I could be
love the journey are we there yet?
live in the present dream of becoming
I'm truly self made I'm reactionary, dependent
let it be, let it be, now endless mindful reflection
I’m restless, but at peace unable to sleep, daydream
I’m thankful for many things when will this nightmare end?
nothing is perfect, fully satisfies quest for perfection ruins the journey
life is an ever evolving process hit or miss, sink or swim, stuns growth
a chest full of good things in life a pile of things underachieved, undone
thankful for what I’ve got so far I want more, but I'm burdened by failures
acceptance without complacency resentful, jealous of what others have
accept that creativity makes mistakes counting failures, clutters & confounds
There was a time I remember
When life felt dreamy,
Whose memories now seem fuzzy.
How did I realize so soon that life is not Disney?
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
It feels like yesterday when the people in photo frames were with me.
How I wish I could go back and say goodbye happily.
There’s not much I can do but survive in this obligated reality.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
There was a time when I believed in forever,
But now life reminds me that forever can end anytime.
How did I get lost in these streets of uncertainty?
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
Those walls, those gardens, those streets, those halls—
They scream nostalgia, they should remind me of my childhood,
Of the days when my heart didn’t feel heavy.
But for some reason, they stopped meaning anything to me.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
Those people who once belonged to me now belong to everyone.
Not that it hurts me—
It’s just that life feels scary
When I sometimes see myself lonely.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
Once upon a time
In a land not far away
Two people started playing
One hoped for a someday
He'd met his perfect pardner
With her he saw himself
He realized that he loved her
But kept it in on the shelf
Then one day he told her
Of a dream he'd had by chance
He played guitar, she sang a song
It was all about romance
A picnic in a meadow
A place called Lake Annecy
*He proposed to her at sunset
And there she married me*
*The part he never told her
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