Long Flexible Poems
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She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band in a tricked out pinball table. She reminds me of that actress Tracie Lumbar playing the actress Fern Hall in that old movie Iguana Sunset. Her topography leaves no room for global climate change. Her tropics are seductively torrid, while her poles remain perpetually cool; makes you want to straddle her equator with your meridian. She’s been to Mussel Shoals, Shucked Oyster, Bearded Clam, Moose Knuckle, Camel Toe, Beaver Falls, Cottonwood, and Rabbit Patch, just to name a few of her more well-known hangouts. Some would say she looks Greco-Roman, but I’d describe her as looking more like a Hellenized Phoenician who emigrated from Trans-Alpine Gaul, or maybe she looks more Etruscan, with a hint of Minoan when you see her by moonlight. They say she’s as pure as bloodstains on a purloined letter. She traded in her Biblical name soon after she left her home in Mississippi and never spoke of it again. It may be just routine housekeeping, but who could blame a girl for sweeping off her back porch. She recently had a front end alignment. They say her rearview mirror never lets her down. After arriving in New Orleans she passed her bar exam at Vaughan’s on Dauphine and kept the circuit judge disrobed till way past last call. She’s a sexy banshee when she’s in the catbird seat with her cherry basket swinging from a bungee cord. Last I heard she was sharing a dump with a couple Guatemalan dancers. Her room ain’t worth a dollar, but it cost a pretty penny. She pays the rent with a pickup truck full of contraband. She says she needs the space, but not the distance. Like most women, nobody’s ever been able to figure her out. But there is one thing I know for certain, her smoke may sometimes offer you a tempting indication of certain possibilities, but her fire has never been known to lie.
because of bad dating experiences
that’s really been confusing me for a while
his is something
that she refuses to mention
friends can only go so far
and frei is all he is limited to
poetic devices to express thoughts
might he create the condition of
her needing him
having one person to share your thoughts
in a life built together seems more novel
especially when tow are apart
the meeting to embrace and be noticed
to be adorned is his goal
it is her nevermind due to his longing
she resist and overly edges to insult
relationship dynamics to
prefer a more casual or flexible
approach to dating and romance
East is east no matter where I stand
yet northward winds come from the south
westward might the sun travel
from morning to evening
Where I refuse to stand before you
in doubt
When I consider the nights without you
I think of the loneliness of your troubles
that you wish me to completely yours
undefined to which what you speak
that had started the day we met
from a smile and kiss to
a romantic evening
to hear my own regrets
might I sing the lullaby of whispers
where I have been trashed to refute
where it is complete and unmentioned
our love affair where I am prize
in your pursuit
in reference to our togetherness
I applaud your characteristic begs
I frown and giggle laughing
at you
To only want you here or around
From
Lost in A singer Lingo
Where is That Crooner
Written By Jules Halfstep
and Romantisk Berättelse
Music and Song
If I were an Elephant
It would be a benefit
I would be strong, and not afraid
My weight, size and sway would make men run away
If I were an Elephant
So much knowledge I could hold in my head, “intelligent”
I could travel and never lose my way
I’d remember where to drink and forage and never stray
If I were an Elephant
I’d swing my trunk back and forth it is so flexible
I could get your scent or touch you oh so delicately
I could pick you up or almost anything
Or break a peanut shell and not the seed
Or reach and forage on the tallest limbs
Trumpet greetings or warn my family
Carry water or have fun spraying you
If I were an Elephant
My family would be close and never abandoned
Always staying together walking side by side
I would purr to articulate my feelings
until time has done some deep healing
If I could just be an Elephant
I would be your friend forever
12/8/2016
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Often, gusts begin as a breeze
feisty breezes rustle the trees.
Grounding the butterflies and bees
breezes come and go as they please.
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Breezes come and go as they please,
mayhem following in their wake.
Plants left in a state of unease
breezes come and go as they please.
Flexible trees bend to their knees
all day and night without a break.
Breezes come and go as they please,
mayhem following in their wake.
All-day and night without a break,
blowing breezes lead the attack.
And though trees are hardy, they shake
all day and night without a break.
Creaking as though in constant ache,
they're unable to spring back.
All-day and night without a break,
blowing breezes lead the attack.
(Triple Triolet)
6/30/2018
She Loves The Glisando Rubato Sound
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El *glissando rubato* consiste
en deslizarse continuamente
entre notas (*glissando*)
mientras se toca con
un tempo flexible y expresivo (*rubato*)
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Grito Verse
"whats your name
what's your number
are you single too
I see you listening to my
every word
I am listening to your's too"
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'Grito Afinar'
En lugar de deslizarse
a una velocidad
constante,
el intérprete acelera
y desacelera el
deslizamiento para añadir
tensión emocional
y un matiz humano
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Jarana Cumbia
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Frottoir and Grito
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"What's your name
what's your number
Can I call an talk
with you
we can be freinds
we can be lovers
Darling what do you
wanna do"
(Grito start's again)
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If you're reading this, know that today is a good day to take one step towards your dreams. Pick one. Choose one tiny action you can take. I'll do the same. And as a collective, we will show the powers that be in the Universe that there is still hope left. People are still prepared to dream and try.
Good things that forever will endure
By Michelle Morris
28/06/2025
I have a dream in my soul
It's been there since I was born
I'm remembering it more and more
Knowing I'm being shown the portal
The doorway to my divinity
My unique expression and my path
I was created to show a new way
A remembrance of the ancient wisdom and arts
My creative heart is magical
I am grateful for all that I am
Beyond the universe's borders
My brilliance is incandescent
The starlight and stardust in me shimmers
My eyes twinkle with a smile and knowing
The mischief of the joy and fun
Childlike enthusiasm always showing
Freedom to be my best self
To raise the vibration of myself and the world
I am here to change hearts and minds
I'm here to elevate bodies and souls
So choose today to be inspired
Pick a dream and make it happen
Take one tiny action step each day
And become a creator in action
Let our hopes and dreams remind us
That we are each unique artists in this world
That God's universe can see we're trying
That we're not giving in to the dark void
Let no demons or darkness keep us down
Let no power brokers keep us chained
For we are eternal souls living as mortals
And we shall create a legacy that remains
Beyond this life and the next
Beyond this universe and all the others
Humanity has a greater calling
We are united by DNA and blood
Whether we be more like angels or humans
We are flesh and blood and bone
Let our hearts beat with love and joy
Let us make this world a home
Never give up on yourself
Never give up on your dreams
Just remain flexible in changes over time
Have faith in wisdom and meaning
Because things can and do change
But our core soul purpose remains pure
We are here to make a positive difference
Good things that forever will endure
© Michelle Morris, 2025
I have not finished painting on the jelly the persnickety cat said.
The lacksadaisical cat laughed, she is flexible in her head.
The Meow Hotel has high standards said Mr. Peabody One.
Smart Aleck Cat knew then she was about to have fun.
She ran with the toast to room four thirty-two.
When they answered she meowed “how do you do”?
That’s not the way we serve. Where is the rose?
Smart Aleck Cat laughed from her head to her toes.
I am serious Mr. Peabody One said, angry now.
He was so irritated. She said, “Don’t have a cow!”
I guess they never married, my listener said.
“They actually did, and they remain wed.”
Who would've thunk I'd be thrown a curve
Taking pills to relieve my stress
The stress of moving, to calm myself down
Life's like a long game of chess
You make a move and hope for the best
Experience tells you you're right
Then all of a sudden you're thrown a curve
A proverbial bullet you must bite
Not everything goes exactly as planned
Be flexible and ready for change
It'll lead to a more peaceful and happy life
Even better than fortune and fame
Who needs fame, it's a fleeting thing
The real blessings are ones you hold dear
Tell someone close you love them each day
Just like magic a smile will appear
It's sometimes hard to follow this advice
Have to keep reminding myself
There ain't no other person I'd rather be
Than this happy cheerful old elf!
Have you seen beast's best friend?
That you wonder of how things blend.
Minds set where simplicity prevails...
Even though it is at the left blood line veils.
Beloves blindly set even when ache wails...
Tempting moment not enough to divulge details!
Bragging right in such hood is noble.
Tie quietly the right blood line to such immobile!
By which humans are humans ennoble,
Rather than the ones that are ignoble.
You have seen the best of all
From the very start before the first fall.
The heart is flexible and mind, small.
Yet mercy on all, You instinctively befall.
You have seen the angel's best enemy,
So chummy in dealing cum alchemy!
It isn’t weak when it pleasures me
It’s more profound in informing details in leaks it only seeks sensual desire
The way it’s too tight it swipes me right off my feet just to flee off the forbidden valley
It cheers in complexion disguising in corals
Its distinctive insights foresees the flexible feeling to enter
To bind right with the lips just to taste the power of being dominated
If I would scream it would enjoy my acknowledgment
In further it would go straight up to start over again
This time my eyes would be folded in mystery
My hands would be handcuffed
The room shall be ball the most auspicious fulfilment of different desirable tools to commit submissive Act
Purified…The chosen ones only to transmit such Dominant Act
The chemistry it plays the actual passion of being submissive.
The taste of being strangled grasping for air till the feeling of dizziness contagiously takes its effect then being let go right after a full squeeze of the under area
A punishment of a spank while bend over without a cause
A trap for both of my legs just to be powerless while I’m being violated slowly
Each stroke contains a high pitch of moans
Until the water fall squirts leaving an unbearable vibration of sensation