Inspired by Jodi Ann Bickley
IG: jodiannbickley
Blessings, Hugs, Love and Light.
May Hope and Faith set you free
By Michelle Morris
29/06/2025
You read a poem about the Good Bones
And I could feel your sadness
Those words about unkind people
How the World was filled with madness
But even if there's just one
One little Light in the Dark
It can create a ripple
Ignite Humanity's Spark
So today, let it be me
Let me be that Spark for you
Let my Love and Light enfold you
Give back your Faith and Hope and Truth
For we are all in this together
We need each other more than ever
There is Hope for a better tomorrow
If we humans would just stick together
Anything is possible
Magic and Miracles happen all the time
Remember that you are one
Part of the Universe Divine
God and His Angels love you
They want the best for you and me
May my Light dispel the Darkness
And may Hope and Faith set you free
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Categories:
jodi, encouraging, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
"A new relationship is like a seed that we plant and nurture ~
it grows into something beautiful and everlasting."
~ Jodi Picoult
When the veins of indigo thoughts in my broken heart
were gently touched by the golden glow within your soul
we blended together in a splendid hue of luminous sheen.
Upon love's palette, we are a soft shade of verdant green
awash in a crimson rouge of blush when I first felt the rush
of romance ignite my senses on our first night together.
So, I'll write what's in my heart, and the verse would start
with white rose petals of rhymes about the many times
I felt blue, wishing you'd recognized what was in my eyes.
Now, they shine with love brighter than amber rays of the sun.
Categories:
jodi, emotions, love,
Form: Free verse
Earlier in time it was mandatory that that u get a job it was a part of the plan of action.
These days it’s our wish do u want to work and in which sector as it’s a part of fashion.
Earlier going to college was a regular activity done with full dedication.
These days it is our own choice if we have time left from various other addictions.
Earlier our future was decided by our parent’s coz they have a wider point of view.
These days they have a narrow mind, they do not know how it goes and what is new.
Earlier it was we and us but these days it is I, me and myself.
We take life as it comes these days and let it decide things for itself.
Earlier it was Mugleazam, Kagaz ke Phool, Pyasa , Yaarana , Deewar and Patang.
These days days it is Ishqzade, Cocktail, Jodi breakers, Vicky Donor ,Ra-one and Dabang.
Earlier it was chalo dildar chalo ,chand k par chalo,hum bhi tayar chlalo,
Nowdays it is wanna be my chammak challo,wanna be my chammak challo.
Categories:
jodi, future,
Form: Free verse
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs
ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
`knock-off.'
Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.
There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.
Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded weapon.
Categories:
jodi, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs
~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk once again
compared her to the movie star.
Not for the first time
she considers changing her name.
A loud noise upstairs. She freezes,
she recalls the movie: Panic Room,
runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her.
Footsteps descend, she imagines
it is the real Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling.
The other Jodi
cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula,
a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded one.
Categories:
jodi, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Se te yè dimanch
Jou fèt Sen Valanten
Nou wè kap pase anpil fanm chik ki gen
Ranch anfòm, yo abiye an woz e wouj
Kote anpil anmourez kap mache men nan la men
Menm jan ak aktè sou enfrawouj
Yo tap souri ak ri anpil. Kòm si yo tap pati
Yo pran direksyon pou yal patisipe nan yon bèl seans nan paradi
Manman Lanati te an woz e wouj tou, kalm e an lapè.
Le lan denmen aprè fèt Sen Valenten
Bagay yo pa rete menm jan
Jodi a, nou tande apèn mo dou sa 'Mwen renmen ou'
Kap repete nan lari ki trè pezib. Tout moun
Te aji kòm moun fou yo te ajite kòm si yon bonmb
Nan kèk segond pral eklate tout bilding ak kay nan vil la
Oh! Bagay yo chanje ak zetwal e gwo kout peta
Nan syèl la plen moun ki pè, ki gen kè sere ak nwaj yo ki brouye
Lanmou kontinye defye letènite ak espontaneite
Ki dire sèlman kèk èdetan ki pase vit, pasajè e efemè
Apre fèt la, pafwa se yon defèt ki ki penib ak yon lagè ki anmè kwè fièl.
P.S. Pou site pwovèb ayisyen sa: 'Aprè bal tanbou lou'.
Translation in Haitian creole: The Next Day After The Feast Of Saint Valentine's Day.
Copyright © fevriye 2021, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève.
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm
Categories:
jodi, betrayal, crush, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Marilyn and Mom and Dad,
Uncle Aaron, Larry;
Helen, Irv, Frank, Jodi, Ruth,
Miriam and Harry.
Elaine, Barbara, Ann and May,
Muriel and Julie;
Nana, Grandma, Grandpas (2),
Rick – we miss them truly.
Folks and cousins of my friends,
Several former teachers;
Pets of buddies – dogs and cats
And some exotic creatures.
Many others in the news
Without a close connection
And all the rest who passed away –
Today’s for recollection.
We do not need a holiday
To think of those who’ve perished
But Día de los Muertos honors
All the dead we cherished.
Categories:
jodi, death, memorial,
Form: Rhyme
Jodi felt the wind puff up her skirt
And float her down the hill, gently
Placing her upon a giant
Mushroom, waiting for just such
A breeze. Aloft, the spores fly
Everywhere, planting themselves,
Preparing for a future takeover
Of the world, once they too
Have grown. Jodi hopped off
The cap and ran through the
Celery fields hoping to find
someone to tie her shoe,
But no one was there. They
Had all gone vegetarian, eating
Their way through the mushroom
Forest, trying to find dip.
They instead found butter
Which is just what Jodi
Needed to finish her
Muffins up on the mountain.
Written for a creative writing class in 1990.
Categories:
jodi, analogy, funny,
Form: Free verse
Khobragadyancha Ranjeet
Ramtekencha Lakshman
Dhamaal hoti Jodi
Bhakkam killyasarakhee
Borgoanhoon Chalbardila
Roj yaayche aavarjoon
Abhyaasaat asayacha khaakya
Vaachnaat patayit doghe
Bhavandasarakhi miravayachi
Aadarsh mitra aamhapari
Kaay gazab karayachi doghe
Shadet aamchya gavala
Tumha doghanna visarane
He shakya naheen he aatach kadale…!!
Categories:
jodi, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
'knock-off.'
Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.
There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.
Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a weapon, than a real branded one.
Categories:
jodi, poetry,
Form: Free verse
"Love is the fingerprint of the soul."
~ Jodi Livon ~
Art is an expression of Love.
~ Russell G ~
Our soul wants to sing.
Songs that are not of this nature.
They are fluent in dreams,
And we call them expressions.
In the books, in the art,
In the dance, in the music,
In a thousand ways,
We express those illusions.
We can not comprehend,
We can not quite get them.
We wage wars, we make peace
For the same loving reasons.
We not Gods, so don't try
To put any on paper.
This where logic will die
But an artist wakes nations.
We can only absorb.
We can sense but not touch it.
On a physical side
Soul has gift to unwrap it.
While you're "here" don't waste time.
From an artist to baker
Act, express all your love
To understand our "maker".
Categories:
jodi, art, bereavement, emotions, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
Pink in dress with golden flakes.
Pink in shirt with blue suit.
Glowing eyes deep in lakes,
Building something strong in root.
It takes two souls to exchange rings,
Binding the two together.
Not as detention or tying of wings
But as mutual growth of feather.
"Relationships are made in heaven
Humans bring it to reality."
The stories and poems we've always woven.
Some come in love, rest arranged by faculty.
But only a few make it to the divinity,
The ones who don't look in the eyes,
They don't bring or come for affinity
They happen in bounds where heaven lies.
Mars is red out of blushing
For these rare couples exist.
Here's this poem for the stars of the evening,
Who were born with love in their fist.
Let's bring forth our hands
For applauding the incarnation of this ivy.
Dropping from the heavenly lands
The unbreakable jodi of Gautam and Geetanjali.
Categories:
jodi, heaven, relationship, spiritual, tribute,
Form: Romanticism
Obsessed it seemed with a dream
A mind could slip and slither
Where passions rage and sin is
played
Two liars settle their bitters
The church the jerk that wouldn't
work
Made a lie by sinners
In the game called real life
Where there could never be real
winners
Crime of passion is biblical fashion
You cannot confuse the spirit.
I couldn't convict her of the murder
Not today or ever
But for the lying she needs time
For not letting the truth defend her
Why they got her and not the other
girl
Is exactly what's wrong with the
system
(First time seeing the story today. The other girl that killed her baby Calee. )
Categories:
jodi, betrayal
Form: Free verse
I went out to the swimming pool in the backyard
quickly and quietly I started to undress down to my underwear
Standing near the edge of the pool,my eyes looked down to see
SUDDENLY-I WAS PUSHED!! and I went into the water,head first
Everyone in my family knows that I cannot possibly swim
As well as my Friends
Neighbors
and assorted shut-ins
Except there is one person who wanted to do me harm
because I couldn't get the nerve to ask her out for a date
JODI,
WHY DID YOU DROWN ME?
I was too shy and within myself to VoiceMail my invitation to the Senior Dance
But,alas..that was a lifetime ago(20 years this March to be more precise)
As my body sinks further to the bottom of the pool, my brain recollects only briefly,
the fun things we had used to do in school:
Skipping rope
Playing Tag
Hide & seek
Counting the Stars on the American Flag
The pain that my body feels from the drowning is fading
and the tired eyelids are beginning to shut
The life force that God hath given me is dissipating
I cannot shout for a breath
It is time for me to DIE forever and take the comfort
ETERNAL REST!!
Categories:
jodi, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Narrative