Long Glimmer Poems
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In the whirlwind of this darkness,
crowded with dogs of war, sitting
on the wings of swords, sovereignty violated in the
glimmer of smart bombs,
I am Iran, your mother; I speak, hear, feel the abyss and roar of resistance.
The scarred ancient land, bleeding profusely,
Tehran, stripped in its tragic hour, lives on undeterred.
Somehow, somehow, their blood earning them their victory.
You know this country will never be conquered.
Great poets marvel at its epic heroism,
its harvest of lion hearts.
In Iran you see the ancestor of countless loyal sons, and daughters of fire,
fighting the impudent foe.
Glory forever to their fighting spirit.
A nation that stands to oppression must not lament
the loss of its children.
They know the test of history, of enemies
want them to perish, beaten, starving, and a slave.
They hear their predatory scream, tied to the vulture-claws of western barbarism,
with no qualm on war crimes, yet despairing over your will to resist.
You're a mystery, an enigma to them, a lump in their throat.
The pink fascist jackal
with dripping fangs hungers for your oil.
give generously a boatload of oil.
The hosts of Fars land have gone into battle with the new mongols,
swirl like a whirlwind
to throttle the rogue
who will not have your oil, only the
loud bang of your humiliation.
I remember when you cried
I remember when I tried
To hold you close oh so tight
Might as well be left in the cold
Let unfold your wings to flight
Time will tell when you'll grow bold
Hold on, baby, and you'll be free
The sun will shine for you gleefully
You're gracious as a rose in the field of reverie
You're precious as positive prose and poetry
The moon will be here
To glimmer for you soon…maybe in the afternoon
So, have no fear, my dear
Your melody will embrace my tranquilizing tune
You're gracious like a fiery rose
You're precious like poetry and prose
In the garden of Eden
In the garden of Eden
I remember when you embraced me again
I remember when I was fairly young
I remember we shared love for so long
To belong in fervent arms of angels that sing along
Might as well fantasize about making this new song
Let me go, so you can fly away along the way of liberty
Time will tell when you and I will be together happily
Hold on, baby, and you'll be free
The sun will shine for you gleefully
You're gracious as a rose in the field of reverie
You're precious as positive prose and poetry
The moon will be here
To glimmer for you soon…maybe in the afternoon
So, have no fear, my dear
Your melody will embrace my tranquilizing tune
You're gracious like a fiery rose
You're precious like poetry and prose
In the garden of Eden
In the garden of Eden
I remember when you embraced me again
Your melody will be mesmerizing in unity with my lovely tune
I recall the wondrous times we squandered time and time again
You're gracious as the glimmering moon a day too soon
I fall in love with the echoes of your heart in the garden of Eden
Hold on, baby, and you'll be free
The sun will shine for you gleefully
You're gracious as a rose in the field of reverie
You're precious as positive prose and poetry
The moon will be here
To glimmer for you soon…maybe in the afternoon
So, have no fear, my dear
Your melody will embrace my tranquilizing tune
You're gracious like a fiery rose
You're precious like poetry and prose
In the garden of Eden
In the garden of Eden
I remember when you embraced me again
In the garden of Eden
In the garden of Eden
Now, I wonder where you have been...
Missing those who have passed away can be excruciating, even after years of mourning the Loss.
Grief becomes a frenemy we live with.
Where Hope is released to Thrive
By Michelle Morris
15/03/2025
It's been years now since your passing
And I still feel the loss each day
My Grief is a constant companion
Someone I'd never choose willingly again
But he sits there in the corner
Holding on to that box of Hope
I'm grateful he hasn't crushed it yet
The Light is a Glimmer I keep close
And each morning when I wake
Before my conscious self takes over
There's a moment when you're still here
We can talk and share fond Moments
But reality kicks in pretty quickly
Life has schedules that keep our attention
And I have to focus on the present
While you're far away in Heaven
Still, I have Faith and that box of Hope
They're trying hard to grow the Light
To Heal the broken parts of me
That cry out in the dead of Night
One day those edges will be smooth
Well, that's what they try to tell me
That Grief won't take up so much space
And I'll be past the Hell of mourning pleas
Because we each have a Path
This Life Journey filled with Joy and Tragedy
Being Human is the price we pay
To take part in creating God's Tapestry
I try to see the bigger picture
And focus on the positive side
Knowing to Love and experience Loss
Is better than feeling nothing on this Ride
But I accept I can choose a new Space
Where Hope is released to Thrive
Where I can see Glimmers everywhere
And I don't feel Life is too heavy to Survive
So, no more bargaining or deals
The Demons and Angels can wait
I'll do my best to get through Life
Until I'm at last at Heaven's Gate
© Michelle Morris, 2025
A bruised mind from blows of thoughts,
A heavy heart, with emotions caught,
In a maze of reflections, I wander and roam,
Searching for solace, a place to call home.
The weight of worries, a burden to bear,
A constant barrage, of fears and despair,
The mind a battlefield, where thoughts collide,
Leaving scars, and a soul to hide.
The echoes of memories, a haunting refrain,
A reminder of joys, and loves in vain,
The whispers of what-ifs, a nagging pain,
A bruised mind struggling, to love again.
But still I hold on, to hope's thin thread,
A glimmer of light, in the darkest dread,
For in the silence, a voice whispers low,
"Healing will come, and peace will grow."
So I'll tend to my mind, with gentle care,
And nurture the wounds, that thoughts have shared,
And though bruised and battered, I'll find a way,
To rise above, and seize a brighter day.
Is the world finally over
hate and war how it ends
Nothing to believe in
do you even trust your friends
Hope has faded
evil rules supreme
Anguish and cries of horror
become a common thing
Reality surrenders to tech
to live you must obey
Just a simple tiny chip
injected into your brain
I hear murmurs in the wind
I see shadows that hide within
Churches burning do you dare pray
Books burning even in rain
Your phones tell you what to do
If you think differently
disappearing you
Food is taste less
people starve in mass
The world still dying
enclosed in a tomb of glass
Erase what was
the past only a foolish myth
The future our One New World Order
it is forever and for the best
I am numb
feeling dead empty but deemed alive
My thoughts are blank
so I can survive
The wind is misty
whispers thoughts unheard
People are rebelling
blink thrice to spread the word
Systems are failing
something hack in
The chips are reversing
Freedom no longer sin
There are people
who can remove chips from your brain
a glimmer of hope in a world insane
People are revolting
the world revives
The elite are toppled
The world reborn alive
One New World Order the nightmare goes colder
the hell on earth is finally over
Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking.
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps.
I was smitten beyond reason.
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love.
Then the however happened.
However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea of loving her went bust
Susan was a mean girl, a Black Widow weaver
she encased him in a silk cocoon...
until her appetite for a meal woke her from peaceful rest
A smile on her face, legs crossed... all eight of them.
Patiently, she waited while giving herself a mani/pedi
Susan sat drooling at the thought of lunch
She decided she better dress for dinner
after all…
her lunch date was just hanging around.
She looked such a temptress
With scarlet lipstick smeared over her face
And perfectly manicured talons
She set to work unwrapping her prey
Ready to nibble him down to the bone
Susan’s prey appeared all debonair with bells on
She could see through his charming but fake façade
He saw her eyes glimmer, her lips red and inviting
She offered him a kiss as she wrapped her eight legs around him
His eyes bulged as she kissed his lips while suffocating him in her web
He begged her to stop as she drank from his mouth,
until he was silenced
The above verses were inspired by a prompt given to poets, Jan, Tania and Lin, by Arlo Parker, who wrote the first verse. We give credit to Arlo for inspiring us to write these verses; a joint venture of Arlo Parker and the mean girls.
As the stars glimmer softly
And the silver moon appears
I tell them about you
I tell the cobalt skies
Of how I wished on the lights of magic
That we'd be forever
I tell the wisps of clouds
Wandering the sky
How I called with you
At this time
Seemingly ages ago
And how we promised each other
We'd never let go
I confess to the world up above
That I still miss you
And they listen to me
But you're still gone
Like how the moonlit glows
Disappear when the clouds break open
To let the dawn shine
As the stars fade away
Returning to their world as they do
Every dawn
I wonder if you'll fade away with them
Someday
In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread,
There exists a vast universe of chaos, a sea of darkness and mystery that surrounds us,
All people feel that chaos, a silent presence that shadows the edge of consciousness,
But some hide from it, building invisible walls and refusing to look at it.
These are the insiders, those who live in the illusion of eternal and calm order,
But the outsider is the one who has looked at the chaos and understood that it is the truth,
He steps boldly to the edge of the abyss, feeling the cold wind of infinity,
And knows that order is a fragile dream, floating on the endless ocean of chaos.
In every star that shines above the night, the outsider sees not just light,
He feels the pulse of the universe, an eternal dance of creation and destruction that envelops him,
And, with every breath, he accepts that life is a fleeting moment, a glimmer in silence,
Its beauty lies in its transience, in the courage to exist amidst chaos.
Thus, the outsider becomes a traveler through the endless labyrinth of uncertainty,
Embracing the unknown, finding freedom in not knowing, in relentless exploration,
He is the rebellious soul who dances on the edge of order and eternal chaos,
An explorer of meaning, a seeker of truth hidden beneath the veil of appearances.
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock attached via usb
(uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement
incontinence + gas filled gut evoking contortionist
frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess
where elimination did jut held captive hostage
atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder
obstruction as canon gun size BALLS did spurt
lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation
whereby prayer a waste delivered only increased
sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable
constriction in arrears finding me unable
to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary
with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest
delivered this message via fax
to help this male in dire per situation getting
pam purred poop unstuck with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs
DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.