Long Angelic Poems
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You are the prettiest
If I were to invent a new word
I would call you beautifulest
For your lips so soft and red
The thought of kissing stuck in my mind
Your eyes sparkle like stars
and when I stare into them I feel like soaring high
I never thought this love would be so wonderful
You always show the perfectly curved poise
And I remember your smile so radiant and warm
I crave for your glowing angelic presence
I see you know,my heart flitters
and I know how lucky I am to have met you
I remember your touch so delicate and gentle
and I admit I love you without knowing
how or when or from where
So I love you because I know no other way
You welcomed me into your life arms open wide
I entered yours hesitantly
I’d been hurt too many times
I built up a wall of colorful hues
Consisting of shades black, grey, white and even a little blue
You slowly started to paint it with colors i’ve never seen
See, I was so sheltered behind these walls
I was never exposed to the light beyond it, shining
You, were shining, and started opening cracks and crevices in my facade
And I started squeezing myself through bit by bit
With time, the bricks wore down
And somewhere along the way
I started to welcome you into my life
Arms open, just not exactly wide
I let you in hesitantly
I’d been hurt too many times
I had layers and layers of masks
Smiling and dry eyed
But you saw through all of them
And gently peeled them off
Your hands were angelic
See, whenever I try, my hands are rough and agonized
They scratch, and claw, they cry
In substitution for my eyes
For they have worn this clown’s face for far too long
They forgot how to be real
My defense mechanisms are so used to joking
I know only how to joke, and to laugh, and to push people away
But you, you stayed
You somehow knew how to avoid my hand
And how to pick my brain
You pulled out the turmoil, the anguish, the pain
You won your hide and seek with what was on my mind
And somewhere along the way
I welcomed you into my life
Arms open, a little bit too wide
I let you in over the fence
Putting aside the part where I’d been hurt too many times
My distress started to seek refuge in you
You consistently watered my flowers
It seems they finally started to bloom
When my mind was driven crazy
I would drive into yours to stay for the night
But I left debris and dust behind
The plastic from my masks trashed your floors
I didn’t know you were allergic to pollen
I stopped using sunscreen since you were my shade
I never cut my finger again since you held the blade
But you got sunburnt and your hand was slain
So you started doing the same
You laughed, and joked, and ran away
I laughed, and joked, and began to chase
And somewhere along the way
You pushed me out of your life
Arms out, barriers wide
I backed out, reluctantly
I let myself get hurt another time
Are there bathrooms in heaven, I have not found any in this section. I am still looking with cheer, do we even eat here. I would think angel food cake would be here for the crew, no devil foods cake here for me or you. The only throne I own, is in my living room where I talk on my phone. My throne will not flush, no water will rush. All gold~covered in jewels like autumn, with a soft satin pillow for my angelic bottom.
Date Written:10/7/2021
“Christmas – that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance – a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.” Augusta E. Rundel
Winter drafts crept in, thin and sly,
a silver breath through window cracks~
Jack Frost’s graffiti on the panes,
furnace’s heat rose up chasing him back.
Mother’s kitchen smelled of cinnamon,
her oven wafting delicious sugar clouds.
Mother’s hands were like an alchemist’s,
turning dates to diamonds, figs to jewels
adding candied fruits in batter deep~
The brandy seeped through cheesecloth veins,
the fruitcake drunk with brandy’s dark desire.
Enchanted by her royal presence,
I stood before the Christmas tree~
a queen in her green tinseled gown,
an angelic tiara in her hair,
her ornate jewels catching every light~
and at her feet, six ladies-in-waiting,
poinsettias dressed in bright red velvet,
kept court beside her every night.
Made from a polar bear’s yawn of wool,
My snow-white mittens ate my fingers whole~
Father softly hummed Jingle Bells
while dancing with me in the town square.
Streetlamps blurred into golden halos.
My boots cracked the ice, like a clock
counting down to Saint Nick’s slow-motion dive
from the courthouse roof to the square below.
Then—hooves? No. Just the mayor’s truck.
Santa’s laugh rang out above carolers’
honeyed voices singing The First Noel.
Christmas Eve: the stocking’s gullet
spilled peppermint, rhyme, and silver moons.
Then came the slice, the waited prize~
a slice of fruitcake steeped in sugared brandy
whipped cream melting like Christmas wishes.
I wish Christmas could again taste like this.
Be thankful, sing joyful melodies sincere,
The veil is being removed to make your insight clear.
Be thankful, dear soul, for heaven is kind,
To a heart with a lifestyle of gratitude aligned.
Be thankful, for the next steps have arrived,
A safe passage where faith and hope thrive.
Rest in the blessed assurance of trust and belief,
As whispering hope from the other side brings relief.
Lift the rod and cross over boldly into the unknown,
For He, your Faithful Guide, will never forsake you alone.
Experience the rocks in the road become stepping stones,
Transformed by His grace, completely overthrown.
Can a clock turn in reverse mode and race?
For He who is Time is showcasing His grace.
Your times and seasons, He will fully redeem,
Recovering all the lost moments, fulfilling your every dream.
Feel again the gentle fluttering of angelic wings,
As they descend from God’s presence where healing begins.
Let them mend your body, soul and heart, lifting you higher,
Straightening your paths according to your King’s desire.
As I walked under a Willow tree to get relief from the heat.
I saw a beautiful caterpillar crawling on a leaf as it eats.
Suddenly it dropped from the leaf with only a thread to hang there.
It spun its silk as it struggled to surround itself in a cocoon so fair.
Intrigued, I visit the tree daily, waiting for the chrysalis to open.
Finally, the day has come for the cocoon to be broken.
A beautiful Blue butterfly stood on its former shattered home.
I admired it as she slowly flapped her wings as they unfolded.
I sat down against this wonderful drooping willow tree of life.
Could our life be a struggle, wrapped in a world of strife?
We cocoon in this Chrysalis life as our new family grows.
Time passes as our cocoon ages and it begins to show.
It cracks open from the wear of life as our life ends.
Our father blows on us, and our colorful angelic wings extend.
His gentle breath lifted us into the golden heavenly sky.
Joyfully, we spread our wings with our hearts full of love, we fly.
Undulating hills and mountains
As far as meets the eye,
Towering pines that seem to kiss
The clouds in the azure sky.
Birds sing their madrigals,
While a brook murmurs nearby,
Its crystal water gently flowing
On a pebbled bed bordered by
Green grass gracefully swaying
To the breeze’s quiet sigh.
Blossoms of various hues,
Dot the foliage here and there
While bees and butterflies flit
From bud to bud with care.
A leaf falls from its branch
And seems to hang midair
As if Time stopped for a while
For the whole world to prepare
For this one, exact moment
And bring everyone to prayer.
But this is real tranquility:
When you’re sleeping late at night,
I pause and put down my pen
To watch you breathe in subdued light
And gaze at your angelic face;
And then I feel my mind take flight
To fancy and to fairyland
Where all is beautiful and bright.
For by you alone am I inspired
To pick my pen and poems write.
April 15, 2023
You would have loved the song
the easy flow and rhythm of the melody
soft music that rose to ride on the breeze
as the snow fell soft then quick to the ground.
It was a nature concerto
an instrumental fusion of words waiting to be released
angelic voices humming gentle and sweet
then speaking from the heart to the soul.
It was a secret undersong cantata in solo unison
with the viola and violin playing on the old victrola,
the setup symphony unheard
by only me in the hallowed corridors.
The echoing in a chapel of kept dreams
where you and I prayed and pledged our love
for the heavens alone to hear and bless
in a poetic score of life's lullaby and time's rhapsody.
Andrea & Matteo Bocelli sing Fall on Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChcR2gKt5WM
On the morn of Jan. 6th, 2008, at precisely 11.03
my son and his wife were blessed with a baby boy.
An angel from heaven, Jonathon weighed in,
at 7 lbs. 2 oz., a bundle of pure joy.
A Christmas child, he was two weeks over due
and had to be helped into this world at first.
A breached birth, he needed a cesarean delivery
and a concerned family feared the worst.
Born with his father’s looks and his mother’s smile
he has deep hazel eyes you can lose yourself in.
Conceived with love, he’s the answer to their prayers,
a precocious child with a prodigious grin.
He has an angelic face with a melt your heart look
and skin so soft it’s like caressing warm air.
Daddy’s baby boy is a chip off the old block
sporting ebony locks, in a tangle of hair.
He calls me papa Emile, and I spoil him rotten
with unconditional love and his favorite candy treat.
His birth was one of the greatest moments of my life
although at first, it was somewhat bittersweet.
(Rhyme)
July 5, 2018
A blessed eternal soul
By Michelle Morris
14/03/2023
Face the fears that hold you back
Feel the power within your veins
You are fashioned from blood and bone
You are moulded by God's Holy Spirit
Any time you feel unworthy
Unwanted by this world
Remember that the Light is too bright
For the Dark and the demons
You are made from starlight
And stardust in the Universe
A unique soul and essence
That God wanted to see glow
You were set free from the cradle
To explore infinite possibilities
You have choice and power
You are essential to the Universe
Nothing in existence
Will ever be exactly you
Nothing can ever replace
Everything you say and do
You are powerful and regal
You are fierce and mighty
You are creative and beautiful
You are wonderful and beloved
Face the fears that hold you back
Have faith in God and His angelic realm
You are greater than your body
You are a blessed eternal soul
© Michelle Morris, 2023