Long Compass Poems
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Is the ego a friend or foe?
The answer lies not in taking sides,
but in tracing the curve of its mystery.
It is the whisper that calls us to rise,
to create, to love,
to guard the tender spaces of the heart.
Yet it also shadows us—
with fear,
with comparison,
with the lonely ache of being separate.
Our task is not to silence it,
nor to let it claim the crown,
but to meet it as we would a restless friend:
listening, discerning,
guiding fire toward gentle light.
When it lifts, we soar with it;
when it binds, we breathe until it softens.
We learn humility as counterpoint,
empathy as compass,
and the dance becomes less of struggle
and more of grace.
In time, we see—
ego is neither friend nor foe,
but a companion on the road of becoming,
imperfect, transforming,
always traveling beside us.
Beneath the velvety canvas, where countless stars gleam bright,
Lies a tranquil sea of dreams, bathed in soft, silvery light.
The gentle waves whisper tales, of distant lands and realms,
Carrying upon their tender curls, dreams like precious helms.
Ships set sail on this peaceful sea, with sails of hopes so dear,
Navigating through the still waters, where visions appear clear.
In the harbor of our dreams, where imagination freely flows,
Each ripple carries aspirations, where the heart genuinely glows.
Moonlight casts a gentle path, a guide through the serene night,
Leading to realms of wonder, where souls take gentle flight.
In every bobbing vessel, lie stories yet to be spun,
Adventures waiting to be unfurled, under the dreaming sun.
The lighthouse stands vigilant, a keeper of the night’s soft mirth,
Guiding dreamers safely, through their celestial rebirth.
In this sea where silence speaks, and where wishes quietly float,
We are free to explore, in our silently drifting boat.
As we traverse the gentle sea, amidst the starlit beams,
May we embrace the possibility, entwoven in our dreams.
In this sacred, quiet harbor, where our aspirations gleam,
May we always find a safe space, to dream our fondest dream.
And when the morning sunlight, caresses the tranquil sea,
Let the sails of our vessels, be filled with joyful glee.
For in the dreams and wishes, that in our hearts reside,
Lies the compass of our soul, where true hopes never hide.
I smile, deceiving time, but my bewitching heart weeps,
In the evenings when loneliness spreads its canvas with sparse stars.
To love you – means I wish you fields of poppies under the illuminated moon,
Means that your kindness blossoms in my speechless garden.
I love you – and this translates to my breeze no longer caressing your foundation,
Words have become white butterflies, meetings – willowy trees by the river,
No more food is needed for my melancholy,
Nor fuel for the giant clock of restlessness.
And on the path, where our steps were meant to drip the dawn of silk,
Now, spills only a froth of darkness and a murmur of pearls.
From the banks, old age, like a lighthouse in the fog, sends its silent signals,
And it’s time to walk towards oblivion, with peonies on shoulders, with stars caught in hair.
My love – means I want to filter out every mist, to only distill grace upon you.
How to pluck the memory, a vase adorned with night crystals in the soul?
How to leave in the cold your blue giving, bruised by wind, smeared by the storm?
How not to bear your burden in hands, a sacred altar of this earthly pilgrimage?
But whispers are lost in the echo of the wilderness – who will answer, my comfort?
Who will speak of what is possibility, what is a dream, in this realm-kingdom?
No one will sing in chorus for us, no one will illuminate the city of addresses,
Nobody will unravel the enigma – who will say love isn’t a struggle in the unseen?
We are lost in the story, where love does not wear a light cloak,
Nowhere is it written how to give up on love, how to remove entwined stars from the heart,
Nowhere is there a map, nor compass that shows the path to the simple,
And the knots of the heart, in this tangled labyrinth, not even a Merlin can undo,
Who has uttered, in the whisper of the century, that to love is like to fly without wings to beseech?
My friends, it is a dismal thing
At such an hour to pound and ring!
Let others shiver if they must,
I shall not greet a sky of rust!
Let first the air be half so warm
As in this covered nest I form.
And then, perhaps, if need of it,
I’ll lift an eye, and half-way sit.
Forever slept, thou fiendish, foul-formed fool!
Forever fallen gods raise mortals cruel!
Forever shalt thou freeze within thy bed!
Forever warmth from I and Earth is fled!
Forever field and forest shall be dead!
A glass of wine, my dear. A bottle, nay!
More sweetly then, thy passions, shall they play.
In all great measure dwells but sad decay.
In narrow compass, cruel and awkward things.
Melt then the moment to what mirth one may!
Well wine will warm, when wandering wit it wings!
To find joy in sorrow, sorrow in joy,
Whence withered wits, divine delights destroy.
Then for thy flock, what else wouldst have them be?
Shall all their moments reach eternity?
All leave my banquet, as they must.
I make them wet, yet still, they’re dust.
What shall they leave behind when once they’re gone?
Shall sorrow only other sorrows spawn?
Thou knowest, perhaps, we build a certain ship,
That mayst from here to dark Kimmeria slip?
Aye.
For I do hear their pounding night and day;
And all fair dreams, it chases straight away;
And what became of lethargy, I say?
Mayst not a lazy man have peace and play?
I build the ship, and yet shall mortals go?
Therein I need thy help, that it be so.
Dionysus, who divinity forgot?
Dionysus, drink debasing down to naught?
That Dionysus, is it, now is sought?
That Dionysus, aye. Yet speak not thus.
There’s greater pain abroad, than e’er ‘twixt us.
We ask a ship of mortals leave their home,
The land of light, to fog and darkness roam.
The sacred paths of Earth to leave behind,
And in its place, but dismal Hades find.
The treasured, troubled Earth beneath the sky!
We ask they leave, nor may we tell them why.
Let once I show the way and they shall go.
Enough! Tomorrow shall you know it so.
Love each other fully
By Michelle Morris
15/05/2025
May a man love you fully
And forever remain entwined
With a beautiful deep felt love
That shows your union Divine
May he shower you with kisses
With hugs and cuddles and warmth
May he remember that you're perfect
And be your companion and support
In times of struggle and doubt
In times of illness and heartbreak
To soothe and heal and rest
Your body, heart and soul's aching
And in turn may you be his strength
His courage and convictions
His compass and his guide
His mirror and intentions
That you ebb and flow with ease
That you grow and bloom and thrive
Together as a perfect union
In the imperfections made gold in life
Time will test your mettle
Time will test your hope
Time will test your patience
Time will test your coping
You'll need to choose each other every day
Show love and kindness and care
Remind each other with your actions
Your consistency and fairness
For when you love each other fully
When you're authentic and you're brave
You'll hold each other as you rise
Create a legacy of Faith and Grace
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Mistaken steps of lost array
Of broken branch and multi-colored stone façade
the pathway steals my outward glance
Winding through the cottage hills
like kite string freed by a strong wind, it spills
Patterns shadow in abstract array
through barbed wire and solid steel
barricades, creating menacing shapes,
criss-crossing narrow wheel ruts of long ago
Obstacles, of stead and stood,
branded in a wilting wood
directions carved to empty me of all I know as good
Within my chest sits a living compass,
beating my quest in a never ending melody,
sweet as creamed corn pie and pointing
towards the sun, which sits before me
two hills above the horizon on this new day
Temptation beckons over my right shoulder,
whistling in the breeze of delicious
offerings, and I do hunger
Take your glow of nectarines
Cool refreshing summer streams
For I shan’t waver, not an inch, her love calls in my dreams
Midday, as the solar glow finds my shoulders red
and sweat clings like life in dampened conclusions,
blisters form bringing the pain of decisions made before
and I would have it no other way, for this I deserve
Mountains faced of fractured stone break my crawl,
rubble sweeps my feet, as my knees bleed,
thirst speaks in the language of a long feared enemy,
yet I do not listen…
State your case in hammered stone
Tear my skin of broken bone
No tethered vines of loneliness shall sway me from my home
My shadow now waits before me, long and slender,
molded by dried weathered foot prints, my foot prints,
once heading a direction opposite my heart
Many years old yet still their outline remains as a warning,
When I see it, the lilac arbor, scented in old desires and
new in life, encasing a glow, melodies of gold finch song
as my eyes find your smile, an extended hand, a soft touch
I have found my way home, to you
Decisions made along the way
Mistaken steps of lost array
When found my every dream it longs within your arms to stay
With an uncertain decision lingering in my mind
In the midst of life's swirling maze
Compelled to take a decision I find
Myself trying to escape the night's gaze.
My mind like a compass, guiding the heart's gentle voice
The heart whispers softly, pointing its course with pain
Embracing it without any choice
As I navigate my sail of life like a captain .
Crippled by the fears of choosing the wrong
Whether we leave the past or let it linger behind
The choice has frightened me for long
For recalling the Yesterdays will make the Tomorrows hard to find
Imperfections are meant to be embraced
As nothing is promised in life except death
Even if the roads to the destination are left untraced
I will reach the end with my courage and faith.
Maybe I can find the path that lies ahead
By taking a step behind.
The canvas of our lives, waiting to be spread.
Painting it with hopes and ambitions that burdened on my mind
The path adorned with flowers strewn
Inviting me with a chorus of whispers, tempting and sweet
Playing the strings of my life a little out of tune
For now I know that temptations make the destinations hard to meet.
From traveling the winding road of uncertainty
Sceptical of choices to make,
To finally showing courage in the face of adversity
I found that the choices were the best I could take.
My love is a ship with no map that is spiritually lost at sea
Never finding the heart homeland of you that used to always be
Emotion waves crash over my once strong and loving bow
I will find that port of passion this is my seamen’s vow
I set my soul sail up to find that subtle soft kiss wind
But I still am a drift in an ocean of tears because we did rescind
I check my compass of fate to see where my future lies
But it doesn’t point North to your heart there will be no compromise
All at once I see a sign of life underneath the guiding moonlight
It’s your vessel searching for mine now were two ships passing in the night
We have caught each other in a net and have never had so much love before
I never want to set sail from you again I’m shipwrecked forever on your shore
Between happiness and heartache
We search for higher ground
As we travel the peaks and valleys
Trying to save the love we've found
Build bridges over troubled waters
Carelessly burning a few
Following our map of dreams
Rest on ridges to enjoy the view
We try to avoid the slippery slopes
But occasionally roll the dice
Betting our fears and chancing our hope
Not to cover the same ground twice
We use our conscience, for a compass
Our hearts for compromise
If we share a bond of mutual trust
In the end our love will survive
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
So far away but my heart you shine through.
Stronger, swifter, and wiser, I am better just because of you.
As the past reigned with the man kings your glow reign in me too.
I'm passionate to be directed by my compass, water, and shoes.
Your nose loud as tunes i can only offer a fife.
From a distance your warmth can rid my soul of evil, damage, and strife.
Like a specific smelling glow you hit the nose like a stife.
The boldest gift to us was Jesus. Son of Man. Son of Life!
Believe in this star because this star still insist.
It places it's place for you to contribute so don't miss.
Grab hold like a latch in the palms of your fist.
Make a way for the King. The one from Nazareth.