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Made up Story

Everyone was fine until they ate the last slice. 
Before the sugar was poured twice. 
Lastly, it’s horrible like general sweating. 
Waiting and regretting. 
Everyone had fur, like a werewolf. 
I had nothing except a hat from golf. 
Cranky portraits on the wall. 
I somehow used to be tall. 
Until the shrink ray passed through. 
And everything turned blue. 
Everyone was fine before the rubber bands got pulled. 
The shrink ray got sold. 
The hour glass sand got taller than me. 
Yet, I can still see. 
Everyone was fine until they tore the last slice. 
When they tore off my layers twice.

Documentary Blues to Sugar High

I wrote a documentary
that would have won a BAFTA
But nobody would fund it
It was not what they were afta

I pitched the plot to Netflix
cuz they have a lot of money
They sent me packing, laughing
“Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny”

I lastly pitched to Paramount
hoping they’d save the day
They took one look at me
shook their head and said, “No way!”

It’s such a shame that no one knows 
your worth unless you’re famous
I always seek some solace from
those cookies made by Amos …

Famous (yummy)  Amos (yummy)
“Makes your eyes light up (and)
Your tummy say ‘Howdy.’”

Life Is Like A Leaf

Life is like a leaf
Staying in high
Staying in the middle
Slowly by seasons
It changes it colors
Then, shows its beauty 
Lastly, when the time comes
Well done, well drop.

Untitled

If I swear on my life that both are the same,
Why is one loud and distorted?
The other, just silence, fictitious guidance;
Too gentle for minds too contorted.

The first says I'm needy, but is, itself, greedy,
The second too quiet; it died.
It flew away fast and I asked for help lastly
But it had already passed by.

Why me?- No More

Count the men; like the stars
All in red, A penetrated holes art
I shouldn't be walking; into the night 
Alas! Walk 365 steps, back from his right
He can hear me, All can smell me
Even when I am a ghost to me.
They tie my legs, shouting for devi
Only ending up rupturing me without any tyranny 
Who will hear my side of the story
You are only a victim , so hear his story.
When they say they fight for you lastly
Drowning drunkards say I'm the one Spreaded my legs.
Forgetting that mother's are still 
Mother's for her sake.
Will I ever be not okay, 
So I can cry out loud, it will be okay??
Who will not claim me wasted
They know me as a women wanted.
We are different in the name of world
Because we are the victimed one
Who he chooses for his own night
To penetrate the hole with all his weight.

I've Tried Lord

I've tried and tried
Oh how I've tried
To reach out to You Lord
Unanswered prayer is all I get
I wish for so much more
Lord I know You hear me
And I know You really care
Do You have an answer for me
Or do my feelings just lay bare?
Lastly, I want to offer my love
To a God Who is so good
I will pray yes I should pray to Him
I will trust Him as I should

Your Big Special Day

"Your Big Special Day!"
(written by Michelle L. LeBlanc 01/10/2025)
Dedicated to Greg LeMoine for his 57th Birthday



This day is Your Big Special Day!
So this day needs to be about you!
For you give so much to so many people
Even when it's not so easy to do

You give of your time unselfishly
Giving to so many who are in need
You leave such a good example
People are inspired by your lead

And even when things aren't easy
You often don't speak a word
But silently trust in your heart
Keeping your focus undeterred

You chose a path of giving
Though you could go a different way
You created such a lovely space
Where people feel safe to stay

And in case you didn't realize
We want you to truly know
We all appreciate you so much
As you inspire people to grow

Lastly, today on your Birthday
Make sure you never forget
There are people here who care
So you can't get rid of us yet!

Three Meaningful Places You Want To Visit

To understand the meaning of life
Three places you should visit :
First, is hospital
Health is wealth.
Second, is jail
Freedom is valuable.
Lastly, is funeral
We're nothing but guests on Earth.

Melting Point Of Marriage

The melting point of married life:
Stay together but not talking 
No hug, no smell, no story to tell
No sweet moment, everyone is on the phone
Sleeping in opposite direction
Preparing clothes independently
Busy friendship with others
Forgetful to important family event
No friction, less feeling, no meeting
Lastly, break up!

A Flowerless Corpse

Snowing-- a hiemal, deathly air
 Their frigid, frostbitten fingers hold nothing
  Uncomfortable silence washes over all there
   A petalless, thorny rose someone is clutching

   Her corpse, defunct, stiff yet motionless
  Skin, once warm brown, now ghastly
 Her grinning face, now emotionless
They thought she would die lastly

Life has limits, death endures eternity
 From her loss, not a single tear was shed
  She, a daughter, never within confraternity
   No one ever cared to hear the words she said

   So she lay, her arms crossed against her chest
  No flowers were dropped upon her frail body
 Instead, the thorny rose stabs her breast
Unhuggable cacti she could embody

On her prickly torso, blood streams
 No one shall wipe liquid and spikes off
  No one shall pay respect, it now seems
   They simply do not really care; they scoff

   So there she’ll lay, unloved and disrespected
  With not blooms and gold, but many a thorn
 Only snow showers her, quite expected--
That no one would dare to mourn.

The Edge of Time

I’m sitting on the edge of time
For just a disembodied pause,
While pointed hands o’er rounded chime
Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause.

Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid,
Comes forth the pointing to a door
That opens wide. Be not afraid,
I think, to thereupon explore.

And there I search the sea, in stay,
For those few drops that speak of me.
Below a crystal clouded day,
I look for cause and clarity.

But deep inside, my inner clock
Is calling forth its metered rhyme.
Inclined I am to learn like Locke,
I’m also tuned by trembling tine.

The edge of time is thinner than
The fairest maiden’s finest hair,
Yet broader is the settled plan
That puts us just exactly there.

My Shrimp Spring Onion Roll

People love at first sight
Friends love me for my first dish
With my shrimp spring onion roll 
This consists of medium-sized shrimps
Bacon, beans, ham, egg, cilantro, basil 
And lastly it must be onion
Mix and wrap in a Shanghai roll
Deep fry till look brown and taken easy
Serve a bowl right away freely on the table
People are heartless when it's favorite
The dish is taken easy with a smile
Only gone swiftly not more than just few minutes.

Beyond universes

Beyond universes, at the doors of Vaikuntha,
My soul, travelled wearing different clothes,
Lively got tastes of the heaven and the hell,
And lastly it will merge within Lord Vishnu.

A Personal Touch Valentine

A Candy Storefront window, a passerby pauses briefly at the array of heart-shaped enwrapped in velvet reds, filled with sweet treats like years before. The same tricks deployed as the byway take point passing a park. Then a heaven-sent gift the gentle walker, drifts a spun floater being a dove's solitaire wing. A hand reaches down and gathers it up in mental discourse. In brevity breathes deeply, and exhales soothingly. Contented, the gentle walker heads back to town, where an empty crimson velour box is bought, he makes one more stop before heading back home with a frozen smile. Amidst the expected backdrop scene where two fluted glasses filled with Dom Perignon Champagne atop a white-silk-covered small round table that graces two silver candle holders, pre-lit. The significant other donning a maroon single-piece nightdress is presented a box. He sits as she opens the box and oddly looks. As he explains his day's escapade freed him from the rigamarole being rhetorical, he lastly gifts her with a smaller box. She opens built-up with a hint of suspense that shreds away to tears. She looks up to the penitent soul while holding a solitaire diamond ring.

better in memory

Dear younger self,
You are beautiful, your skin was never “to” dark
It is just fine, infact it’s perfect. Don’t base your skin color on your worth.You are enough.
Live in the moment, don’t spend your childhood years trying to grow up.
You’ll look back wishing mom sent you into your room for a nap as a punishment. As weird as it may sound you’re going to miss being able to take a nap without having any repercussions.
Also enjoy the time you have with the family, Because before you know it you’ll be a senior ready to graduate and move states as soon as you get that diploma and you’ll go from being able to walk down the hall to your siblings room to tell them your day. To having to call them on facetime and only seeing them on holidays. 
Cherish the time you have with  grandma more because before you know it youll go from being able to call her everyday to speaking to a stone wishing it could talk back to you. 
Lastly just live in the moment don’t rush things.

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