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There are brief moments in the autumn sunset
when strange and eerie shadows creep along the grass;
it sets an indefinable color scheme of yellow green hues
that peek a hidden fear of oncoming night.
The sun slips in and out thru non clouds
where only wisps of white webbing glimmer rays in the trees;
it hovers high in the branches teasing birds to fly away
then whispers into squirrel ears to gather leaves and nest.
The rays blind the eyes but light winged insects float
above the grassy knolls to dance in the fading light;
it is dusk in the north east dropping earlier each evening.
Distant trees change color from deep emerald green
to an orangey yellow red as acorns tap the roof;
it is a noisy task of pitter patter taps instigated by both birds and squirrel
creatures prepping for winter cold soon to follow Indian summer
Creeping in behind autumn shadows,
the trees stand still and tall motionless skeletons at attention;
dressed in full green regalia steady, unbending to the rising breeze,
a wind slow to build set to tease a sleeping giant or two.
Brittle leaves cling tight drained by hot summer's lack of rain,
the end lies in sight too late for any fruited growth
but trees still maintain a silent watch for the close of summer heat.
The chill of Autumn falls waiting the snow of winter nights,
another season passes counting the years to decades
slipping into centuries long gone as the trees watch and wait
in place and position for the unspoken autumn's of tomorrow.
Another night of that
special blend
Poetry and whiskey
my long lost friend
A truth that don’t knock
but stumbles in
Spilling my ink, yeah I know
how this ends
Ice hits the glass
with a familiar clink
That hypnotic sound
making me think
As my fingers grasp
that cold hard drink
Each sip I take, brings me closer
to the brink
Burning different as it slides
down proud
Spilling out things I’d never
say out loud
Words forgotten maintained
in a shroud
Now those feeling released
in the crowd
Making truths slide
in wanting to exist
Tasting like secrets
I shouldn’t admit
Yet the story will be told
with words legit
Whiskey lowers walls
making me submit
So I sip real slow,
letting that burn stay
Feel it move thru words,
of what I’ll say
Let my ghosts go
that were tucked away
Liquor making each one
want to play
My ink starts flowing,
I’m lost with no control
The lines read heavy
deep from my soul
Saying too much
yet staying so cold
Opening wounds
those ones of old
But the poetry cleans it up
like a pretty sin
Dressing the damage
letting beauty in
Lacing my scars
lovely from within
Making each word elegant
until the end
But don’t get it twisted
in the glaze
It’s not just a vibe
it’s survival in waves
Each line born from nights
I didn’t save
Every rhyme echos
I don’t say
So if I pass you the glass
don’t rush the sip
Weight’s in that smooth
so don’t trip
If I hand you a line
don’t play with it
That’s a part of my life,
it’s just a snip
6/14/26
~My Daily Anniversary~
Your arms surround me warm and safe
Your kisses delight my senses
I cannot think of life without you
You have broken down all my defences
My skin shivers with your kisses
My heart beats so hard I’m sure a beat misses
The tingling sensations you give me with your lips
Travel through my body to my finger tips
The way your body caresses mine
I sometimes feel lost in time
The shivering trembling of pure delight
Makes me long for you all through the night
The tremors and joy we share together
Praying silently they’ll last forever
With each kiss and touch we share
For the rest of mankind it cannot be fair
For all this love we have is not cursory
Making you my one and only, my daily anniversary.
© ~GG~ 2012
Start with a cause:
To look for you;
Learn now to pause,
Stand back and view.
Get a glimpse deep:
It's up to you;
Strain what you weep,
Discern what's due.
In just a while:
Look beyond this;
Know a sure style,
Look for clear bliss.
Set yourself up:
Seek to be whole;
Fill your own cup,
Look to your soul.
Time and space moot:
You know your place;
Spread your own roots,
Divine fond grace.
Each pause moves still:
Learn just to smile;
Silence grows fill,
Chance your own style.
Look beyond things:
Each moment glows;
Embrace each fling,
Go with the flow.
Walk with warm joy:
Live with love true;
Toy with fine ploys,
It's up to you.
All in good time:
Your tryst with quest;
Sync with grand chimes,
Just live your best.
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2019
Singapore
would the skies be blue
would the circle be around
emotions colour coded
would the W
……………a
…………….t
…………….e
………….…r in clear innocence
Would mistakes be scraped from the canvas
replaced with a cloud
You can never have enough clouds
would a single bristle
ruin
I think god might be a dog
Here me out
He makes you look for him
The noises he makes when he sleeps
Your favourite chair is now his chair
Wait wait this ones about God
You went too far with the dogs
Would there be only light
I kinda like the darkness
Who would see the painting
Give critical thoughts
Is the canvas too taught
tightly wraps t up
………………h
……………….i
……………….s
Would the pastels merely be ghosts
would the crescent streak of blue and grey
sculpt the shark
be thinking this is not a fin
and I am not a shark
only you humans think that
The call us whales even named a country after us
Now your having the whales talking to sharks
Where does it end
Well after the t
Would it be sad
Would it ever end
Would the frame be stars
Each sun a nail in place
What would you hang it from
Could you paint our hopes and dreams
Bob Ross giving advice on the flaws
Would the darkness give you room for paws
Stop the dog reference could ja
Wait how did you get the paper
I believe in dog
gotta go he wants to take me for a walk..
How often do you meet someone who (almost) never apologises? Or admits they're wrong? And if you show compassion and empathy towards them, the greater their unyielding behaviour?
Remember that if you're a good person and you set a high standard of treating others well, you have to accept that some people refuse to see the Light. They lack emotional maturity and enlightenment. The best you can do is show the way to a better world, forgive them, and move on.
The words you could not say
By Michelle Morris
15/02/2025
There are so many words out there
There are so many words inside
You think you can hide from the Light
You think your Demons will keep you right
But you forget what happens
To those who refuse to show the Good
Slowly but surely they become colder
Their hearts iced towards Humanhood
Those Demons that you harbour
They are your constant passengers from the Dark
They'll snatch up any Joy you experience
They'll try to kill your Soul's Spark
And the words you could not say
Yes, the words you would not say
They'll be carved inside your Soul
They'll etch that Blackness every day
Over Time you'll forget your Essence
The "I'm sorry" and "I was wrong" moments merging
The Silence each and every time
Allows those Demons who are converging
And one day you'll realise you're alone
You've isolated anyone who ever cared
You'll be trapped in the Abyss of Darkness
Feeling cold and sad and scared
I hope that when you reach that Dark Space
That you'll consider believing in the Light
That God and His Angels exist for all
That you can try to appreciate their Kindness
For there may still be a chance for you
To escape the Fates of Hellfire
By cleansing your Heart and Soul
And asking for Forgiveness for your ire
Because that deep Rage you carried
That Bitterness and Unkindness
It stole your Empathy and Compassion
Left you behind a Wall of Emotional Blindness
And the words you could not say
Yes, the words you would not say
They'll be carved inside your Soul
Unless Love and Light wash it away
Only you can change your Ending
Only you can become Good and Kind
Embracing Empathy and Compassion
Using the right words that touch Hearts and Minds
© Michelle Morris, 2025
The Swing
Writing from the porch now.
I am down to paper and pen.
Rocky will not let me
have anything else.
He insists on all of my time
there is little or none
left for rhyme
these days.
He calls my name in the morning "Ma, ma"
He calls my name in the eve. "Ma, ma"
He knows how to train me well.
He has put me under his spell,
and I have already fallen
in love.
It took only one time
to hold him close in my arms.
He has such magical charms.
My husband and I,
We now celebrate...
each day a new.
We are parents of a big boy now
and he is home.
He is our first kid.
We are so proud.
He is
one of many...
to follow
but none will be as cool
for me... as the first!
At least that is true until
the next.
I bleed
Dark crimson drops
Dripping into water
Sounds like,
“Wo-man,
wo-man,
wo-man.”
I bleed
Pain, pain
Irrigating the soil
Of my now fertile womb
Seeds planted
Growing into life
I bleed
Only blood prepares
Where life begins
Blood for life
I bleed
Blush rose, Just a drop
Pain, Pain
To tear the veil
To open the way
The seed to plant
Sounds like,
“Wi-fe,
Wi-fe,
Wi-fe.”
I bleed
Deep scarlet waterfalls
The river he rides
Into this bloody world
Pain, Pain
Sounds like,
“Mo-ther,
Mo-ther,
Mo-ther.”
I bleed
The woman's war
Death holds my hand
As I scream
I bleed
Only blood can
bring new life
I bleed
Bottomless red fountains
Poured out on the ground
Pain, Pain
Sounds like,
“Sav-ior!
Sav-ior!
Sav-ior!”
I bleed
Each drop shed for you
From brow, limbs, and side
To give eternal life
To rip the veil
To open the way
To the most Holy
Only blood can bring life
Only my blood will do,
so,
I bleed
I remember when all the days were ours
Each tender touch healed all our scars
We gave ourselves to soft moments spent
Along the way, we have found content
And claimed a joy, we never felt
Soothed our pangs where our past has dwelt
Our love confessed in a passion's fire
Led to years that lovers desire
We reaped the beauty of trust and friend
Your guiding hand I now depend
Our days of passion has slowly gone
Replaced with comfort, each rising dawn
Our nights embrace the holding hand
And speak of those we understand
To laugh out loud at a silly tease
And play with love, the things that please
We're older now, yet each kiss is meant
They reaffirm and complement
As years have passed, the hills grow tall
We've climbed them all by Autumn's call
To await the Winter of graying days
We have come to know love's true ways
11/27/17 contest Any couplet written in Oct, Nov, 2017
. for public domain
When I was much younger, I'd cross the street,
in little brown trousers, with shod little feet,
to pick up letters in the mailman box,
and set them between grandmother's old clocks.
"It's best to have two windups, you know
in case one is fast and the other, slow."
So each day she would find the mail arrive
'round half past seven or quarter to five.
To my advantage, I reset the dials
to suit my own bedtime with devious smiles,
and when my grandmother set off to bed,
I set the clocks right for the next day ahead.
Now that I'm nearing my grandmother's age,
sometimes I linger on one special page,
I read this one note with eyes full of tears.
"I know what you did with the clocks all those years."