Long Fibre Poems
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I love you with every fibre of my being
I hate you with everything I have
You are my inspiration
I inspire to be everything you’re not
Every word out your mouth is a song
When you talk all I want is for you to stop
I want to be around you every minute of every day
I never want to see you again
Words trapped
Words silenced
Forced to live in the grey
No life
No colour
My emotions
Lined up neatly in the middle
Like princesses in a beauty pageant
Neat and tidy and presentable
Ready to be shown to society
Those lucky enough to be unaccepted are shoved back into the shadows
Hiding from the judging looks and hurt faces
My feelings
Worn and tired
Yet buzzing with adrenaline
Like soldiers on a battle field
Lacking the hope that they’ll ever see the light of day again
That they’ll ever send a red rose to their loved one
That they’ll ever throw a rotten red tomato at their enemy
My thoughts
Silenced
Like prisoners
Chained and tortured
Beaten and broken
Forced into the deep dungeons of the earth
Happiness
The pretty blonde they all want to see
The stereotype
The norm
Well the majority isn’t blonde
They aren’t skinny
They are ugly
They are stunning
Love
The one I protect
The one I protect from you
The one I protect you from
For I know it has the power to destroy
Destroy hearts
Destroy lives
It has already destroyed mine
Destroy friendships
I hope it doesn’t destroy ours
Hate
The boil in my bubbling blood
The monster in my bones
The one I deny
But I know the truth
I always will
In the way my fingers itch when I see your face
In the way my feet are ready to run away from you
In the way my thoughts stray to a paradise without you
I am yellow
Living in the false grey world
If only they knew I was red
Potent and alive
True and honest
Love and hate
Hate and love
Life is a ballad
Much like a salad.
A mixture of greens
From newborn to teens.
Then adulthood blues
In various hues.
Once years are golden,
It grows some mold in.
Sins lurking in seeds,
Sprouting up like weeds.
Mélange of all spice -
Of virtue, of vice.
Too proper and straight?
Add nuts to the plate.
Posh palate to please?
Grate sheep truffle cheese.
Life's rich fibre zest
We strive to digest.
No need to panic
If not organic.
Either way when lost,
Turns into compost.
Salads taste the same,
The leaves aren’t to blame.
The top secret is -
What it's garnished with.
Lush evergreen muse -
In dressing we choose.
Flair of creation -
In variation.
April 27, 2022
An alluring kind caress grazes ones skin, that sets it a fire and makes the eyes dilate without subtle sin
What to do as the coolest of breeze lengthens ones breath, there goes the arching of the back as the elation takes over with elegant ease
Sweet whispers of everything to tantalize ones intimate thoughts of provocative seduction plays havoc and makes the whole body blush
Raw carnal electricity now conquers ones mind , faint with anticipation of a long passionate kiss , if ever it will come only to subdue the inferno yet bashful blush
The heart now infatuated and racing with untamed desire , waiting for the next suspenseful motion , could it be the gentle stroking of the flustered mane , or is it a deep , romantic sparkle of the glistening of the wanting eyes , in which makes one see the stars and the heavens in that dancing of that comforting stare
Will it be an arousing strong and tender massaging touch , which slowly cascades over and ever so gently upon the supple heaving bosom, lingering toward the now quivering abdomen , so daring enough to follow a path to the place of bountiful pleasures
Now the heart feels the other beat , together I’m a rhythm of a firery melody of joy and content , as the bodies swoon together this ignites a firestorm of complete exhilaration in every fibre of ones being , touched by a hand and touched in the heart brings the feelings to the brink of undeniable ecstasy
The fairytale of this brilliant dalliance fills the void that withers away with every stroke , kiss , or whisper, set free are the vanities without regrets
Thus this interstellar moment goes on and on through the beacon of the silken brightness of the day , right through to the satin of the shadows of night when the sun finally sets
I stand here basking in the sun so warm
While ocean sea breeze whips across my skin.
With tranquil thoughts my mind is now at ease
Serenity to enjoy my tranquil thoughts
I gaze upon horizon's running line
Where heaven's sky and sea connect the earth.
Creating shoreline with a perfect edge
The glittering reflection in the surf.
With perfect calmness gentle waves roll in
A quiet hush, while breakers overlap.
My memory bank forever will cement
This beauty seen; that man could not create.
With every fibre deep within my soul
I sip so slowly natures perfect drink
Replenished now my heart sings out with joy
On heaven's shoreline; standing on the brink.
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Before the cedar learn'd the speech of steel,
Or heartwood yielded to the carpenter,
Its argent rings kept covenant with the weal
Of thawing springs and every pilgrim star.
No bough begrudged the tempest what it took;
Each wound became another living book.
Then came the hands that quarried trunk from loam.
One sought a boundary where lambs might rest;
One sought a crossing, calling strangers home
Across the torrent's vehement unrest.
The timber neither gloried nor complain'd:
It served the purpose into which 'twas grain'd.
Long years I honour'd bridges for their grace,
And deem'd all fences born of timid fear,
Till autumn, in a lichen-haunted place,
Unveil'd a quieter arithmetic there.
An ancient rail, half-vestured now in moss,
Kept not one flower, yet shelter'd all from loss.
Beyond the hill a broken arch was thrown,
Its patient span relinquish'd to the stream.
The river mourn'd no less, yet journey'd on;
It would not counterfeit a perish'd dream.
Some crossings, once unfaithful to their end,
Grow holier by refusing to pretend.
Then first I saw the oak had held no will
To part the meadow or unite the plain.
No fibre cherish'd malice, good, or ill;
No grain distinguish'd blessing, loss, or gain.
The tree gave only what its nature could;
The hand alone interpreted the wood.
I search'd my heart and found, with inward shame,
How many fences I had call'd a scar,
Though they preserv'd what tenderness became;
How many bridges bore me from my star.
For every road I should have left untrod
Had ask'd my feet to wander out of God.
There are estrangements mercy ought to heal—
Proud silences no sunrise should forgive.
There are departures only fire can seal,
Lest dying falsehood counterfeit the live.
Discernment is the rarer, sterner art:
To know which timber waits within the heart.
So now I bless neither the flame nor nail,
Nor praise the wall, nor crown the spanning frame;
I ask but this when love and judgement fail:
What keeps another soul more true to flame?
For wood remembers only how to give.
It is the hand that teaches it
whether to divide—
or let another live.
I am a fibre on the canvas of the universe
Slightly frayed and unwanted within the fabric
No dreams of life beyond death
and an unnatural aversion to life
Solitary in my weirdness and unashamed by shame
I am an individual hiding in the solitude of humanity
Laws i slip like sentient binds
Prisoner in myself and never adourn my real mask
My lateral thoughts are buried in the depths of my rabbit hole
Staring at the looking glass it stares within my all
The screaming imagination that orientates the vessel beyond
I am the liar in the light of day
and none seem to hear my call
Pick the simple happy, sad, constructs of the norm
Inside this fleshened cage
My mind is free to roam
Alone and never alone
The voice inside knows all that shapes my core
and none will ever know
I remember one day
When i was young
To fly into space
As earths atmosphere's sprung
I have thought and thought
Of what it would be like
To build a spaceship
And finally take flight
Where would i start
And how would it look
Materials i would use
To be built by the book
Design is important
Although no drag would be there
A crew it would carry
To take us out there
Now let me think
Where do i start
Think like Noah
When he built the Ark
Strength is important
So it will be carbon fibre
With reinforced Aluminium
Lighter, but harder
When moulded and crafted
It will be delta winged
Fusion driven
This spaceship will bring
At Hypersonic speed
It's delta wings close
When it hits Mach 8
It's speed and elegance shows
It's mainframe computers
Will be IBM
Emblazoned on it's fuselage
The logo of them
My spaceship will carry
A crew of twelve
Disciples we will be
For out in space we will delve
How to build a spaceship
Thank you for reading the above
For it's journey will be
Earths futures peaceful white dove
My entry into Matt Caliri's contest " How to Build a Spaceship "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
We start at the end, with the warmth of his breath on her skin
Baulked by proximity, he never knew how to begin
A golden-tainted obsession, bitterly laced with lead
Transformed rapture to quicksilver the instant Cupid fled
A moment held, made static, tender touch met with distress
For seeded in her veins, lies a stem of the wilderness
Pursuit stalled just in time, yet time itself recalibrates
Supplanted upon breaking, a laurel shoot germinates
Oh, what should have been the faintest touch cannot be undone
Rooted in the throes of escape, bound to bask in full sun
Sinews harden to fibre, each pulse springs a bonsai tree
Bark chokes her voice box; silent screams nest in the canopy
Locked in abjection, as her praying hands first plead then splay
As liberty, though not consciousness, is taken away
Overruled in evergreen, contortion as regal crown
Petrified white marble shall become her eternal gown
In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, the god Apollo mocks Cupid for wielding a bow, claiming it unworthy of a child. In retaliation, Cupid shoots Apollo with a golden arrow to ignite love, and Daphne a chaste nymph with a leaden one to incite revulsion. Though innocent, Daphne becomes the target of Apollo’s relentless pursuit. Just as he is about to seize her, she prays for escape, and her body is transformed into a laurel tree. Bernini’s stunning sculpture captures the precise moment of this metamorphosis
A little Indian boy
Was born immature
In the soft fragrance of Irish summer
A noble star in the sky was shining
To notify the busy world
His first cry was heart to heart
And joy to joy for everyone
Time flies over us
With its infinite memory shadows
Soon he had his
First smile
First crawl
First tooth
First walk
The baby boy became a young man
As tall as a giant tree
His innate soul started asking questions -
Will I ever sing as a nightingale?
Will I ever write poignant poetry?
Or paint a colourful rainbow?
Why Is God invisible?
What is love?
Is it a choice or a felling?
When I become a wise man
Will I find my great love,
Have a child carrying on my shoulders?
And take him by the sea to see the glistening sunrise?
Who am I now? Where do I belong to?
An Indian boy, longing for my Ireland or
An Irish guy, longing for my homeland?
Aren’t children the best vitality of our life?
They are born, grow up and leave
Close or distant from us
They are every fibre of our hearts
And remain our children until we die
We help them to reinvent themselves
Taking care of the minutes and hours spent with them
When they celebrate their birthdays
Share their joy, failures or success
When feeling lonesome and lost
Trying to discover the mystery of life
Their dedicated special time to us
Is our greatest gift
Life is short enough to live
And long enough for special celebrations
Today is this special occasion for our little big boy
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ISHAAN!
You are my uttermost boy
Who keeps the cross I gave you at birth
Let it remind you a simple truth
YOU ARE LOVED!
The heartbreak just keeps coming
(Why can't we live forever like in a dream?)
By Michelle Morris
18/06/2023
You want to scream out loud
Tell the people to go away
Leave you the hell alone
Give you space to grieve your way
It sucks and it's painful and thorny
It's hell on earth and you're in the middle
You sit down in the shower and wait
You're waiting for the water to cleanse your pain
Chorus:
Oh, the heartbreak just keeps coming
Is it possible that it's shattering through the Universe?
Does every atom know the brutal truth?
That love can kill you without a bullet?
Oh, the heartbreak just keeps going
On and on through every fibre of your being
Why do people have to die on us?
Why can't we live forever like in a dream?
(End Chorus)
You want to go into the desert
Be away from all the crowds
Maybe you can start to think again
Give you space to grieve in nature
Lie under the blanket of stars each night
Have the Universe comfort you gently
And when the storm lashes in a flash
You can wash away the demons who prey
Chorus
And there you can build a monument
To all the broken dreams in the world
Inspire all the broken hearted ones
To remember to have faith and hope
Over millions of miles and galaxies
There are threads of light and sanity
All our love connects us forever
And our screams are heard and healed
Chorus
Why can't we live forever like in a dream?
Why can't we live forever like in a dream?
© Michelle Morris, 2023