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AT A FAIR
Me! The team leader of group of just four,
ventured enthusiastic to explore,
open large unfamiliar fair ground,
walking, wandering, running all round.
Among the siblings between
eleven and sixteen,
I was the boldest,
being the oldest,
acted as competent guide,
leading for Ferris wheel-ride.
On vertical whirling, I feel too scared
So, rest three boarded, I have not dared.
Wheel started revolving accelerating speed.
Something sinister pricked my sixth sense to bleed.
Time scheduled was five minutes only.
I was watching controlling heart beats coolly.
Time up, yet the wheel continued its motion
Worried spectators went crazy in commotion.
Being bewildered I had to repent.
My younger siblings! I had sent.
Automatic switch -off went wrong, whom to blame?
At last quick maneuvering solved problem.
Henceforth whirling wheel was forced to stand still.
Sudden trauma was chased by zeal and thrill.
03/17/19
First Place
'At A Fair' Contest by Julia Ward.
Third Place
YOUR CHOICE (6) Contest by Brian Strand
HELLO, IT'S TIME....
I called her the other day with intrepid hesitation,
‘hello, how’re you doing, dear, I’ve a proposition,
you’ve tight schedule, but please don’t turn it down,
could we meet tomorrow somewhere downtown’.
‘Hello, good morning, I’m sorry to disturb you’,
I said to my busy office colleague I hardly knew,
‘Could you please take care of the boss if he calls,
I’ve to leave early for urgent work before dusk falls’.
I found passage of my car blocked in parking slot
by a car, a man perhaps sleeping inside I thought.
Losing time I lost temper, in my head anger flew,
I barked, ‘hello, what do you think you’re up to’?
I was getting late for my date, I was out of my wit,
drove like formula one driver, crossed speed limit.
From nowhere the traffic police pounced on me
Coolly he asked, ‘hello, what’s the great hurry’?
She was on her way to leave, shrouded in doubt.
I ran and said, ’hello, please wait, hear me out’,
no response, not looking back she walked away.
The dear price of being late for date I had to pay.
I sank in depth of depression and mental pain.
Knowing from there I had to lift myself up again,
enjoy the transient beauty called life being wise.
I said to me, ‘hello, time to see the new sun rise’.
January 15, 2019
I Will Take Care Of You
Dear friend
I know, you have lost your love.
My beloved has also walked away
I had to observe.
But You need not bother.
Depend on me, rather.
We are birds of same feather.
Don’t feel bad, I will take care.
Your sorrow I am to share.
If you weep, I am here.
to wipe off your tears.
I know the agony you have felt
With same painful feelings I have dealt,
as she didn't turn back, but just left.
Ruthless refusal hard to accept.
Your 'HE' has betrayed coolly
My 'SHE' had gone easily.
But I will give you relief.
Hold my hand please, have belief.
I feel, how much you have been hurt !
Me also, carrying broken heart.
I know, your love was too intense.
Yet don’t sink in despondency.
I can’t forget Her, it’s true.
His memory, you will pursue.
But don’t preserve as your dolour.
Sail your ship leaving past on shore.
Don’t feel bad, I will take care.
Your sorrow, I am to share.
If you weep, I am here
to wipe off your tears.
05/19/23
Song chosen ‘I will take care of you ‘
Joe Bonamassa and Influencers
Seventh Place
Premiere Contest by Robert James Liguori
It is twelve fifteen and the sun is blazing orange!
Hummingbird's on the bloom and the sky is in the lake,
Cream clouds are moving slowly across a baby blue day,
Purple martin is on the wing and children are laughing.
It's just past noon and the butterflies are fluttering,
The deer are running swiftly in the tangled green wood.
It is just past noon and fragrancies are drifting far;
An abundance of wildflowers are abloom in yonder meadow.
It is midday summertime and intense heat is coming on!
Down the path she goes in lipstick eye makeup and rouge,
Coolly she is smiling quite unperturbed by the deluge.
May you experience your perfect blessings. Go forth and be seen.
Fire and Ice
(Go forth and be seen)
By Michelle Morris
27/06/2026
Fire and Ice
And all things nice
Fire and Ice
Brings dreams to life
Fire and Ice
Invincible soul
Fire and Ice
Embrace your boldness
Fire and Ice
Let Fire burn it down
Ice and mastery
Coolly wear your crown
Fire and Ice
The season has come
Fire and Ice
Bad luck all undone
Fire and Ice
Unstoppable you
Fire and Ice
It's your fated truth
Fire and Ice
Your hermit mode done
Fire and Ice
You're a glorious sun
Fire and Ice
Embrace your gifts
Fire and Ice
It's your time to shift
Fire and Ice
And all things gold
Fire and Ice
Your dreams unfold
Fire and Ice
You're a blessed being
Fire and Ice
Go forth and be seen
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Some claim at last breath
One’s entire life flashes before you—
No way to know for sure
It happens too late to confirm.
Did Mother see
Fifteen children
Fourteen births
Thirteen first communions
Twelve Marriages
Eleven confirmations
Ten Hail Marys
Nine graduations
Eight siblings
Seven daughters
Six sons
Five homes
Four seminarians
Three divorces
Two deaths
One re-marriage?
Her life was more than her children,
But, by sheer numbers,
They consumed her
Thoughts, deeds, and energy.
When most exhausted, she learned
Love, kindness and caring
Replenished more than they took.
Can’t say that for changing diapers,
Settling fights,
Making breakfast, cooking dinner,
Preparing supper for so many—
No breaks for Sabbath or Sunday
For forty-five years.
She’d tell you family came first
After God and Jesus who coolly demanded to be
First. It was in her garden she felt most
Herself, but herself was family and God.
I studied
Washington, Napoleon, Alexander
Lincoln, Jefferson, Madison
Jesus, Buddha, and Zoroaster—
Not one could have mothered thirteen,
Praised God every day
while raising one hundred
Chickens and an acre or two of garden.
Happy is he who with foresight
Weds the woman of the gravesite—
Six feet under who coolly repose,
obedient and least of all to divorce.
Never is she likely to wake
Your sad life ever dismal to make,
Neither will she whimper and whine
to venture out to wine and dine.
Content to wear a cotton shroud
She will not dare talk back aloud,
Dead quiet, not one to nag you ever
for a wardrobe of silk, satin and fur.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
to find some peace ere your demise;
Aware was He who made the woman
Only to restrain the free spirit of man.
You may censure me, you may ostracize,
Oh, do review thy lady ere you patronize—
Thus I forewarn the brethren of my ilk,
Fall not for fair face and skin soft as silk!
KEY: N-Neighbor
"An armless heart steals the pause that a calming reveals," ... by The Poet
He said his peace then looked at his timepiece
like he's forgotten
supine the sullen skies that spat in his eyes and
smiles with caution
while's till a bus comes counts his coins if funds
costs ride enough
who's minding Harry hairy-a bit much Wheaton Terrier
if off the cuff
jointly waiting sits coolly so natural well school he was
poor little fella
Spring fair cause of tales and dreams whip full sails
winds of summer
ride home be no difference thoughts well in silence
right for a poem
of love a life of good deeds still faithful without needs
proud to know him
the longest ride home short for a good mind to roam
if nothing else
N: You're out just a bit." "Harry!" ["He chose you to sit,
best of my pals! |^| |^|
I'm ..."]->/BACK TO TITLE/ (reads note)
Shall we be carried away like fish,
or a bird scooped up from a pond of sky?
Will winged creatures of mythical belief assemble
at one synaptic point, just for each sudden death?
Will we go hot and heavy,
or coolly into the flowing bright,
or into both darkness and light
carried by one nose or ear hair,
or a blood drained toe,
baldly bawling or sweetly serene?
Perhaps departing tethered to a rippling back,
between silver moth wings singed
with a fiery transcendence
as we scorch through astral drapes?
The cold side of the moon may open
as a pure Day-Lily; a clerking ghost
busily writing our years of last words.
At pieces or peace among the white satin lining
of funeral flowers we will either appear or disappear,
once more boxed snugly in
against infinity.
Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams
Stranger, rest your weary legs beneath the elms;
hear how coolly the breeze murmurs through their branches;
then take a bracing draught from the mountain-fed fountain;
for this is welcome shade from the burning sun.
—Anyte, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Here I stand, Hermes, in the crossroads
by the windswept elms near the breezy beach,
providing rest to sunburned travelers,
and cold and brisk is my fountain’s abundance.
—Anyte, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Sit here, quietly shaded by the luxuriant foliage,
and drink cool water from the sprightly spring,
so that your weary breast, panting with summer’s labors,
may take rest from the blazing sun.
—Anyte, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is the grove of Cypris,
for it is fair for her to look out over the land to the bright deep,
that she may make the sailors’ voyages happy,
as the sea trembles, observing her brilliant image.
—Anyte, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
There is nothing sweeter than love.
All other delights are secondary.
Thus, I spit out even honey.
This is what Gnossis says:
Whom Aphrodite does not love,
Is bereft of her roses.
—Nossis, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Most revered Hera, the oft-descending from heaven,
behold your Lacinian shrine fragrant with incense
and receive the linen robe your noble child Nossis,
daughter of Theophilis and Cleocha, has woven for you.
—Nossis, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Stranger, if you sail to Mitylene, my homeland of beautiful dances,
to indulge in the most exquisite graces of Sappho,
remember I also was loved by the Muses, who bore me and reared me there.
My name, never forget it!, is Nossis. Now go!
—Nossis, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Pass me with ringing laughter, then award me
a friendly word: I am Rinthon, scion of Syracuse,
a small nightingale of the Muses; from their tragedies
I was able to pluck an ivy, unique, for my own use.
—Nossis, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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