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Edgar Rice Burroughs went beyond stars
To write of epics of Thuvia the maid of Mars,
Of Tarzan raised by Apes and Venus and Pellucidar,
Having stuck to his pen and paper, not wandering afar.
We had Wells going to the moon,
Writing of science fiction, reality soon,
Of time machines and stuff,
(Which will be true, soon enough.)
How about Asimov's drama
The magnificent Rendezvous with Rama,
Of the books of Wilbur Smith,
Or the mythical Lamia and Lilith?
There are tales, you need not be told,
In Poesian and Lovecraftian mould,
Creepy tales of horror and terror;
And even Cowboys and desperadoes in pointy sombreros.
Stephen King I really admire,
My nerves get taut as a wire.
His tales too many to name,
His genre is a completely new ball-game.
There's Dante and Milton, for sure,
And great bards and sages some more.
Once you get know 'em
You'll surely love their poems.
With Michener I ramble,
His is a historical ensemble.
Through history and time,
His sagas are sublime.
What of my ilk, the poets?
Their mind gets a spark and they do it,
No topics insane,
Their minds are arcane.
I can write and write
All through the night
Not stopping except when
I run out of ink for my pen.
With writing your mind is unfettered
Your brain gets definitely bettered
Of course you have to be well-read
Else the block will trouble your head.
As a writer you preen and you strut
Even without moving your butt.
So it's writing, any kind, I love -
I think it's a blessing from above!
~ 04 Jun 2016~
'Killing" time while homebound until...,
a cure gets distilled and/ or found
for pandemic, thus... I expound.
(Yupper - courtesy coronavirus CORVID-19),
how ja guess my good smear it in friend?! -
within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
toyed with thought to withhold or send
hmm... perhaps superstitious end
synonym with ominous trend,
methinks hoop fully auspicious,
and synonym with propitious will not abend
mine luckless mien kampf,
cuz the latter two similar lend
heft well woolworth
their weight in gold - words,
would moost notably, likely,
and heavily portend
toward disastrous, disadvantageous, disharmonious...
to Matthew Scott Harris,
whose time on Earth would
uninhibitedly, uneventfully, and unabashedly end
(ous ending intimating "possessing, full of...")
in this case foreboding...,
yours truly rendered permanently
incapacitated to offend
sense and sensibilities
honorable sacred tenets to poetics
tantamount to committing sacrilegious sin
if hypothetically practiced orthodox church goer,
and believer in reincarnation legend.
No matter getting cremated
(ha - of course after I die -)
good one, though... ha) crafting epitaph,
impossible mission to claim alibi,
while on leave from life,
and into cerulean heavenly sky
of course this guy would never lie
even in jest..., though all joking aside,
now tis golden opportunity well nigh
to compose obituary (mine of course),
one garden variety
(veggie burger eater) generic guy
who... doth not fear death, nor shy
about bidding permanent goodbye
to sordid vices that
DO NOT (no way) apply
to yours truly, he coon sitters himself...
well rather ho hum, (especially as singer -
for Curmudgeon Dummkopf Ensemble
(also known as the all star Schlemiel band),
no idea, I cannot explain why.
I've written a song for the Olympic Games in Paris, France, 2024.
The French version is via Google translation. Thank you. Hopefully it's a good one.
Olympic Stars Shine True
Michelle Morris
27/10/2023
Olympic stars shine true
The world is watching you
Together we are one
Underneath this blue marble sun
Olympic stars shine forever
This time is your now or never
Seize the moment, seize the day
Be your best, come what may
Olympic stars shine bright
Like Olympus' Gods were mighty
We stand on each other's shoulders
And together we are golden
Olympic stars shine and spark
To be the best becomes your mark
Reach heights that we may rise
Teach us all to aspire and thrive
Olympic stars shine your greatness
Be the pinnacle of our human race
Set an example of integrity and vision
So that each of us will achieve our mission
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Les étoiles olympiques brillent fidèlement
Michelle Morris
27/10/2023
Les stars olympiques brillent fidèlement
Le monde vous regarde
Ensemble nous sommes un
Sous ce soleil de marbre bleu
Les étoiles olympiques brillent pour toujours
Cette fois c'est ton maintenant ou jamais
Saisissez l'instant, saisissez le jour
Soyez à votre meilleur, quoi qu'il arrive
Les étoiles olympiques brillent
Comme si les dieux de l'Olympe étaient puissants
Nous nous tenons sur les épaules l'un de l'autre
Et ensemble nous sommes en or
Les étoiles olympiques brillent et étincellent
Être le meilleur devient votre marque
Atteignez des hauteurs que nous pouvons atteindre
Apprenez-nous tous à aspirer et à prospérer
Les étoiles olympiques font briller ta grandeur
Soyez le summum de notre race humaine
Donner l’exemple d’intégrité et de vision
Pour que chacun de nous accomplisse sa mission
© Michelle Morris, 2023
MEDITATIVES
burning shame
reclusive
& ascetic
depicted
concentration
in a
muted
panoply
of humdrum
existence
continuously
& meticulously
shuffled
a lyrical
intensity
discovered
suspending time
in
memorable images
unveiled
modesty
passionate
in
poetic celebration
quiet
enigmatic
pure:
flirteing
with abstraction
an
emphasis upon
time-stopping
stillness
sensuouality
in
making
which confounds
distinctive
often recurring
in
elaborate
pieces
infinitely
arranged
in
intricate
configurations
imbued
contours
an
ensemble
of painted
cornucopia
quivering
yearning
clustered
subtly
caressed
seeking solace
in
the
surrounding void
in
cautious
togetherness
cloaked
casting
long shadows
transforming
the everyday
with
inanimate
transcendency
Brother and sister crickets please recognize grasshoppers,
katydids, and locusts as part of well schooled, politely
ordered named league known as Orthoptera, (pronounced
or th hop tara), which means 'straight wings'), and make
sounds of music for listening pleasure of females.
This method producing shrill tones (generating different songs
for various occasions) occurs by rubbing legs, wings
or other body parts together. Scientists studying
these special insects refer to WhatsApp vibrating,
uber Twittering, and Reddit Shutter flying process as stridulating.
The phonetic simplified syllables uttered as – s try jewel late ting.
Twangy Shap chatting, Kindled Insta gramming, and humming
readiness for hopscotching, skipping to ma Lou. Kickstarter
Hashtag motive (resonates Soundcloud), whereat
musicians meant as swan song. Yelping Joyus Live Pinterest
ting bings trigger warbling created by crimping wings
along teeth at bottom of other wing. A entire playlist
(tunes available for many occasions) only Linkedin to male ensemble.
Worshipping in Nature's Sanctuary
by L. Milton Hankins
Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of laurel
Where I find myself dreaming in the verdant woodland,
Edging the meadow beyond the cluttered beaver stand.
A canopy of vine-entangled branches, a vault-like nave,
Provides a sanctuary of sacred candles dimmed for mass
A pew-less haven for wounded souls, and tiny chipmunks,
Who scurry to find isolated spots for quiet meditation
While grebes and gallinules make up the choir ensemble;
A purple swamphen takes up the guttural baritone line.
The late morning is mine, sitting along the narrow trail
In a cross-legged yoga pose with arms across my knees,
Soaking up the faint sweet smells of sassafras and pine
And slipping into what I sometimes call my “blue funk”
Where nothing on earth matters outside this quiet shelter,
Dozing softly, I dream of a utopian sweet, elusive peace.
Submitted to the In Honor Of Milt - An Un-Contest Poetry Contest
sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Of the many poems composed by Milt, this one remains one of my favorites. Milt was a spiritual man, and this side of him often came out in his poems. Here he impresses upon the reader the haven of peace that nature can provide, in this case likened to a church sanctuary. He carefully weaves the imagery of one into the other with his word choices: nave, sanctuary, sacred candles, pew-less haven, meditation, and the choir references. His influence upon my writing is to seek images and metaphors from nature to help describe spiritual concepts in language that is readily accessible. I am grateful for Milt's life, poetry, and encouragement, and he will long be remembered.
"Hear these hibiscus hymns"
of my hopeful heart
"the chorus a poet bleeds..."
in blessed blues
"I kissed an opera octave"
and started a silent symphony
spinning songs and
sculpting stars in syllables
The mellifluous melodies
mastered by my metaphors
tickle tentative tunes
through a tapestry of tales
Echoes of ecstasy
reverberate in every ensemble
The breath of ballads boasts
of beauty unheard
Lilting lullabies
let out love-lit lyrics
On wings of woven words,
I whistle whispers
chanting celestial canticles
of celebration
Heavenly harmony comes alive
in holy happiness
Rhythmic refrains refresh
in rolling resurgence
The pulsing verses
paint pretty emotions
in ink inspired
euphoric euphonies
crafting creative carols
of Christ-centred comfort
The jubilant joy
of the
soul's dance rejuvenates
stringing, singing and shaping
soulful silver notes
It was easy to admire such a pleasant mirage,
Her tasteful arrangement of complimentary tones,
With forms chasing functions on comfortable fabric,
To be smoothed with businesslike fingers
In total awareness of having my full attention.
And when we rehearsed stage kisses
In that discrete corner of the ensemble room,
The performance was convincing, if insincere.
And though we did refresh ourselves with many an encore,
Her heart remained nestled safely behind the fourth wall,
From the self-conscious shelter of which
She bartered for a better way of life.
I could feel the cost of my investment being marked up.
It’s what they call a value added tax,
A slick embezzlement passed on to the consumer
To cover the cost of doing business.
In the end, she proved to be less reliable than death and taxes.
She resented the implication when I called it a vig,
But in the final act, what she required of me
Wasn’t nothing but the same damn thing.
854.
Our Sunrise During PBBM – Part 2
(1) Behold in 2023: Year of the Rabbit
From “BBM” projects the Filipinos benefit
“Build Better More” for Infrastructural Innovations
“Broad Band ng Masa” for Information & Communications
(2) “Batang Busog Malusog” for hungry children
“Trabaho Para sa Bayan” for jobless brethren
MIF for our country's national economy
RCEP for our country's trade & industry
(3) “Buhay Ingatan, Droga'y Ayawan”
Became the nation's anti-drug slogan
“Love the Philippines” despite leftist criticism
Was made the slogan for tourism
(4) During PBBM's 2nd Year in office
Manila became popular among many cities
It's heralded as “The World's Leading City Destination”
By the World Travel Awards recognition
(5) Bohol became a UNESCO Global Geopark in the country
Iloilo City became a “City of Gastronomy”
Kalinga did the “World's Largest Banga Dance”
And also the “World's Largest Gong Ensemble” performance
(6) Also during PBBM's 2nd Year as President
Philippine churches were made magnificent
Quiapo Church turned into a national shrine
Antipolo Cathedral an international shrine
(7) Robert Walcher won as “Mr. Teen” in Thailand
John Lloyd Cruz won as “Best Actor” in Switzerland
Carlos Yulo garnered golds in International Gymnastics
EJ Obiena harvested golds in International Athletics.
-12/30/2023
(Dumarao… Rizal Day)
*“Our Sunrise During Marcos” collection
The black-as-widow’s-weeds night of endless stars
was so cold...
cruel as temperature
plunged its frigid fingers feeling through my being
fondling my heart and soul without mercy
molesting me - taunting my will to live
and just when I thought
the ice water in my shivering veins would kill me
there she was
she came shyly at first
demurely spreading
her pinkening skirts over the horizon
while her blushing complexion
deftly gelded the darkness
I prayed-I pleaded-I made deals
(with who? you don’t want to know..)
that her warming smile would be my saving grace…
It began to slowly dawn on me
as she flexed her sinewy heat waves
flaunting her solar power
that I was caught
between false hope and no deliverance
for the desert sunrise-to-sunset
now faced-off and challenged me
with barren bone-dry intensity
sucking dry the new dew
and any life
containing moisture
weathered granular remains
of ancient feldspar and quartz
with eons of sifting and shifting boredom
took on a hell-raising life of their own
as the fire-breathing celestial sorceress casted spells
of smoke and mirror mirages
and magically made ridges of rippling blond sands
glisten like scales of a million skimming sidewinders
writhing in joy at my agony—
it’s amazing
how cold I feel when I have been so burned
again I face a desolate night
— deserted —
without a blanket
Susan Ashley
April 29, 2018
Widow’s Weeds: For women of 19th century England, a custom of mourning that involved wearing heavy, concealing, black clothing and the use of heavy veils of black crepe. The entire ensemble was colloquially known as ‘widow’s weeds’.
Mourning - Wikipedia