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I whispered your name sweetly to the clouds
They said one as beautiful as you is not allowed
For if within the sky you are to take your place
Even the sun would be jealous of your face
Together the stars conspired to keep you on earth
aware of your beauty since the day of your birth
They said to remain until you're old and grey
When you've dimmed a bit in the clouds you can play
They were not aware that your beauty comes from inside
Here on earth it moves the mountains and the tide
So now the world is more gorgeous than the sky
If only the clouds and stars had just let you fly
Inspired by Casarah's "If The Clouds Allow" poem.
Dedicated to my Sweetie who becomes more beautiful
with each passing moment.
He was a serial lover.
Like no other.
His words flowed like smooth swoon song.
Led you away, took you along.
Feelings spun, you lost control.
Dressed to kill, he knew his role.
Wandering across the night,
He moved and prowled without fright.
Youth’s passing moonwalk phase,
Did no end make his craze.
He was a little man,
Not by girth but wisdom’s span.
With his belly full of oats and fire,
He chased the flames of love’s desire.
His music touched most every heart,
Even those not prone to start,
Sweaty hot lightening trysts,
Whose sorry dawn would end in mists.
In the morning folly was blamed,
On fire even the shrewd are tamed.
Shaking off the heat of lust,
His women did what women must:
Left and right they looked in vain,
Only finding a superlative stain.
The tiger was gone, off and far,
A winking door left ajar.
Evening’s delicate victuals taken,
Most satisfied and now awaken,
He conjured yet another plan,
Oh this beast, this brute, this little man!
Seasons passed, years went by,
His naughty charms refused to die.
With a skip and bounce,
His paws did announce,
“I got you, got you my little prey,
Stay and play just today”
Reckoning’s day came pretty slow,
His magic began to lose its glow.
The girly ladies who made his fame,
Conspired all to stop the shame,
Seated by a blazing fire,
Chants were sung to stop the liar.
Spirits conjured to slow him down,
A watchman posted in every town,
His limbs by spells began to shrink,
Especially one that could not think,
Of a life devout lived in chaste,
Or the fire gone beneath his waist.
With speed did rumors make it known,
Just to leave the fox alone,
On every door a note was posted,
Never again was the tiger hosted.
Nights now spent in aimless drift,
Every move evoked short shrift.
Alone he wandered, alone he sailed,
All his pleas always failed.
Eons it took for reality to dawn:
His presence hardly nary’d a yawn
By the babes once at his feet,
They now stood grinning at his defeat!
How his heart bled in memory’s lane,
For the lovely birds his ways had slain!
Thinking of all the dames,
He failed to remember their cuddly names.
He once was a serial lover,
With a story like no other.
A Bowl of Sadness
When I awoke he was gone, well,
not really gone but disappearing,
slowly, as the misty fog on the surface
of a mirror lake. His memory lingers
and sometimes returns, as does the
mist, but never stays. I missed him
less and less as time and loneliness
conspired to invent stories that could
be conjured up and smile about.
They failed and left me only the truth.
The truth, what truth is there in a
darkened room, a faded, fearful moment,
a never ending scar. What truth,
save the lie of truth denied, obscured,
hidden lest the truth destroy the true.
I grew to hate him, to despise his weakness,
his frailty, his fear, vowing never to be like
him. I built a calloused frame about myself,
banishing him to pained seclusion,
vowing never to depend on or befriend
any such as he. His wailing would awaken me
at times, rekindling the fear of darkened room,
and a moment ever fresh. At times I would
not shun him, would allow him rest upon
warm bed, grant him freedom from his
fear and avert my eyes from living’s
scar. Sometimes we sit together
and share a bowl of sadness.
John G. Lawless
On this majestic month of May,
The clouds have conspired with the sun in a mist of golden gray,
Like a toxic forbidden love that fights to stay,
Wishing to birth magic yet creating an agonizing flurry of disarray,
Burnt barks that run under my raven slippers,
To great distances drenched in distressed heavens,
Turning hazel hardwood to grow weary and wet,
To a tender, dull mossy carpet.
Now under the violet visions, with the waters amongst the sand,
Lay the silent infestation of invisible insects on a holiday land,
Blazing on our skin,
Making us itch like a physical sin,
Leaving a searing within.
The alchemist too can’t tell where to begin,
Why does such love have to be a battling pain that wins?
Either pour a flood or flash luminosity,
Dangling doors standing against the raining in summer days,
A hopeless spar, but I am tempted to jump in for a swim,
Nature’s gym.
….. My thoughts have derailed,
But the empress of the sea prevailed,
With oils that bind to her heart,
And clarity that shall never depart.
So what more do I need on the logs that stand in this prickly cave?
My vacant stare was sure to be
a giveaway to anyone that saw . . .
I was a Pilgrim there to the land of techno-jargon,
of icons, Help instructions meaning nothing,
and a world of young and savvy operators.
Our teacher wasn’t there.
Certain that the worksheet explaining all the basics
would be a breeze for us to carry out,
he’d arrogantly left the room
and left the lot of us to the mercy of
a keyboard and computer.
I looked up from his worksheet
to a screen that stared right back at me,
awaiting my commands.
I was on the starting path to what is often called
the Super Highway,
and my boarding pass, tuition to the class,
was non-refundable.
Overwhelmed, I started out. Then I hit a rut
and didn’t have a clue what next to do.
My learning peers already seemed to know
the route quite well.
Some, in fact, were calling it a day
while I stayed on, ashamed to bother
any of the others there for help.
I looked around the room, my tired brain
a hot plate in the midst of younger minds
with the speed of ovens made for microwave.
Perhaps they’d all conspired to put
the older lady at unease.
It seemed the more I tried to understand,
the more pathetically off course I’d go. . .
Till finally (longing for a time when
“cut and paste” implied the use of scissors),
I got up from my seat and left behind
the self-instructing worksheet which
that egghead teacher said would be “a cinch.”
Two big words were scrawled across the top
of its first page, two big words in red,
written with the one tool I could trust:
SCREW IT.
For Natalie Whitlock's
"Talkin' Technology" Contest
Mid-autumn lights with silver glow;
A sacred night to feel life's flow.
The placid lake seems so forlorn;
Love breaks or makes sad songs, sad dawns.
Here, I sit still -- I gaze, I look
Far beyond chill... a faded book.
Here, vastness fills the deep, dark night
With ancient will: gaze of moonlight.
Chance has conspired to take me here;
Yet, uninspired this moonlit sphere.
The moment sums our present glow;
Fate dams outcome in page that shows.
Mid-autumn moods flavour tea song;
In simple good that loiters strong.
With poets of old, I sit and stare:
Watch moon unfold wise ancient wares.
Moonlight magic inspires my lines;
Surge dynamic feelings sublime.
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2014
Singapore
I have embarked on a journey with Jesus
I do not envisage any failure
I am totally committed to Him
I am therefore in direct conflict with Satan
Jesus has purchased me with His precious blood
Therefore I am an alien in this world
On this journey He assured me there would be tribulations
He would not shield me from troubles
But He promised to see me through
My troubles would not overwhelm me
Challenges are wombs that carry my success
Because when times are stable no one is tested
When seas are calm and secure no one is refined
I do not run away from challenges
That would speak strength to my life
My brothers conspired and sold me into slavery
But God made me the most important personality in my captivity
Envy and jealousy threw me into the Lion's den
But His angels transformed lions to my pets as I walked into freedom
I was set up and thrown into a blazing flame
But I came out unscathed as Angels rescued me
My journey with Him is on course
It is irrevocable
Cause He is the way, the truth and life
A violent compulsion, yet virtual strangers,
impacts like these stand rare and endangered
Built up to fall, forced to recover,
I'm made up of clues for you to discover
And I know I can help, if only you let me
rewrite this love, be all that we should be
Forever frightened and armed for combat
I'm sorry
I never intended to teach you that
I need you to learn we'll never be normal
You play by the rules, I'm perfectly feral
and the chances we take, they set us apart,
we followed each other's ravaged black hearts.
I'm aware loving you is walking through fire
but the paths on our maps, they spoke and conspired
to lace and entwine, unite us as one
so no matter how often you try to run,
wherever you end up, there's clear certainty
you'll find yourself right back here with me.
Death
Words rip through the night sky
They conspire to tear a hole through reality
A reality created in your eyes
Taped tightly to your mouth is a bill of lies
That you have yet to unroll
And it's constricting your ability to breathe
Like a dying bumble bee, your stinger is useless
And as such your threats often fall flat
As flat as the heart buried deep in the ground
Your eyes cause lightning flashes in my mirror
And the sparks cause my hair to stand on end
It's time I took the scissors and shredded your beliefs
So many times I have been expected to bow to you
To take a bow has been the song of my entire life
Faltering to the commands of the many Gods and Goddesses
And now here I stand with a green belt of insanity
Ready to beat the lackluster starlight from your eyes
Ready to watch them flicker and then slowly die
Your words ripped through my night sky
They conspired to tear a hole through my reality
A reality I created in your eyes
I taped a bill of lies tightly to your mouth
One that I have yet to unroll
And it's constricting my ability to breathe
I justify the reasons for my unintended assassination
With the cookie crumbs that litter the far reaches of space
Filtered through memories of a lifetime of torment
It will not be long now before your statue explodes
Sending shards flying over the entirety of life's greatest gift
This gift is what you unwrapped- Death
And now with a stick of dynomite I give you one last smile
One last smile to fill the confines of your prison cell mind
Which has grown frail and decrepit
Tears filter through my emotional machine belt
And slowly fall into a wasteland where they cease to exist
I turn and the butterflies erupt from your heart
The explosion blinds my eyes briefly
And yet I feel more pure than I ever did before
Death is the gift I give to you
Inspired by a scene from a movie.
I've loved you forever
By Michelle Morris
19/04/2026
I've loved you forever
Even before we met
There was the promise of you
An energy and intention
The Universe
Conspired to make you mine
Fate and Destiny
Serendipity entwined
The Angels knew
Walking beside our hearts
Showed our souls
We could never be apart
Throughout the eons
Throughout our lifetimes
We met again and again
Getting our story right
This is the one
Where it all goes right for us
You and me, baby
We're echoing in the dust
Starlight and Stardust
Forever changed through time
Our atoms are incredible
Magic and mystery aligned
Oh, I've loved you, darling
My sweetheart and my muse
I'll love you forevermore
Our hearts beat together in truth
© Michelle Morris, 2026