Long Grounded Poems
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You keep me grounded
to the soil of my soul
reminding me again
that my words matter
that they help scatter
misconceptions
making connections
pathways to inner places
leaving conjugated traces
of emotional bleeds
and epiphanies
you keep me grounded
when nothing pulls me back
and I float free
tired of poetic mediocrity
nothing new under the sun
not clever enough for that pun
heart sore and word desert bare
when I can't be bothered to care
you keep me grounded
you read the forgotten lines
find a charm, find a rhyme
something of beauty
a pleasure filled treasue
my effort you measure
and when my heart bleeds
you sound the alarm
checking on me
helping me to be
OK
you keep me grounded
Once again, I write
my muse metaphorically in flight
paradoxically poetic
for.....it's now clear to me
you keep me grounded....here
Dedicated to Richard Lamoureux!
Richard, thanks for the many many visits
and for making me want to stay
You keep me grounded
what can I say :)
What got for supper man?
I got 2 quarts of stewed tomatoes
3 cups of cooked grounded pork
1& 1/2 package of taco seasoning
3 cups of cooked pinto beans
1 cup of cooked collards chopped
5 tablespoons of garlic
1 cup of carmelized onion
1 /4 cup of chopped cilantro
1/ 4 cup of lime juice
I cook it it reduce, set aside
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cook about 13 cups of rice
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Hot water cornbread
4 cups of cornmeal
2.5 cups of water
1/3 cup of sharp cheddar
1 T garlic powder
2 T of onion powder
5 T buttermilk
cook,cool,make patties,and fry!
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Cooked my cabbage in hock broth
with potatoes and carrots
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Pureed raspberry and ginger root and honey
Mixed with sprite and gin and serve.
Darling sweetie, honey bunch!
Beso, Kissey, Prettygal!
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Lonely is a man Without Love
"Quando m'innamoro"
Mixed with Samples
from "ALL Your Goodies are Gone"
Parliment......Multible Womens and Mens
she lefteded me I stayed on A Sailboat.
I rewrote several songs in
a collaberated efford .
We can up with this
track a modern Cleaner version with no
refrances to legallity.
Steering a Sailboat"
The Earth is a living entity
A living sphere
spinning and gyro scoping
Forever generating and vibrating
Living Energy
With a swirling nickel/iron liquid core
that reaches out thru the Cosmos like a cosmic door
Forever protecting the floor of Flaura
The stuff that dreams are made of everyone
Hot magma blood that cools into a crust
Grounded by gravity’s leash from the sun
An atmosphere of gases that gives
All life breath
The Earth, she breathes
just like the best of us
Living here
- Blessed Be
(the lungs like fresh air)
"Do what you have to do the lame police officer
Uttered to the abusive man standing beside me
"Speak to your JP she said to the man who has abused me. I still cannot get over the shock of the abusive man
Standing with axe, you come here to use me
And do everything to confuse me, you twist my body
In the gate and try to break my hands before the heartless crowd but heavens stood by at the cry of mercy , no one came to rescue me, instead they stand and stare visciously at me as if they too were going to attack and murder me.They leaned on the wall and looked as if they were going to start a brawl.It started
Early in tbe morning when I sat quietly inside meditating
And the devil was outside shaking, he leaped at me with a angry swing, with angry eyes jumping out of the socket
I could see hate moving around and his expressions
Jumping on his face like a clown.He shouted at me with the Devils spin and I tried desperatly to get away from him but he slammed my body in the iron gate
And sware to chop off my head when he come again
Abusive men give birth to abusive children
And those children become a nusiance in the city
Men with nasty mouth ,men that is cursing out loud
Men with tainted faces growling like elephant underneath their breath while their faith hangs in the balance
and they canot agree with anyone
There is a big network around the town,
and I dont know where they are grounded;
politicians pulling strings
And police men doing aerobics in thr gym
Dancing to the tune of their thiughtless rythm
My heart is playing a sad tune while my spirit dances
Around the moon, it makes my spirit break and cause my mind to shake and in the middle of it all I still stand tall holding my head high.
Here I am in the night wondering where I am going to spend the next moon, I have been waiting for many days for this mystry to break
To want to leave the city without delay
But the more I plead the more they make me absorb my own misery
No tears is left in my eyes and no tear is left to dry.
And the man that is walking around with his sin
Will cause the whole world to grin.
The night is standing like giant above me and the moon is dancing around me.
The music is playing and and the flawless donkey is braying ,
And here I am still waiting for you at the big gate.
Exploring the Heaven of Lovers
By Michelle Morris
16/12/2023
The first kiss is always the sweetest
That one we cherish above all others
Your lips touched mine gently
Exploring the Heaven of Lovers
Deepening with passion
Magical and beyond comprehended feelings
How can we fly and be grounded?
How can we be excited and in utter peace?
Our souls are delighted together
Our bodies in bliss and completion
We don't need the world beyond this
We have love and heartfelt meaning
To hold you in my arms
And never let you go
Would definitely make my life complete
More than you will ever know
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Such a yearning in my heart to find a one
No, find the one
With the appropriate prerequisites
The right experience
The proper internships to complete my externship
The perfect applicant
Just right for the job
After many interviews and several orientations
I was able to convince myself you didn’t exist
Until…
That long conversation we had on that night off
I didn’t know what it was
Maybe it was your voice
Or maybe your laugh
All I know- is that at that moment,
The idea of the perfect applicant,
No, employee, rushed back into my mind
You may possibly know this, but I’ve never told you
So I guess now is the best time
Your cosmic beauty and your angelic sound waves
Bring my black hole to the brink of bewilderment
You send my mind on expeditions to another galaxy
Yet, like the roots of the oak tree, you are so grounded
You know not how you have impacted my life
At times, you fill me with the vivacity that I thought I could only find in the fiction
paperbacks
I live in awe with you
And like I said, you may not know,
So simply put…
I’m feeling you
Life is all about family and love.
July 20, 1969, this day in history
Astronaut Neil Armstrong walked on moon, 240,000 miles
From Earth, a billion people
Listening at home:
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This same day near midnight
A small town in Taiwan island, a baby
Was born. I was born!
This clinic nurse in the lobby
Told my grandmother: “It’s a girl.”
Disappointing granny then
Turned around and went on home: without hesitation.
Everyone wished I
Was a boy!
Life is all about family and love.
Introspective, peacemaker, stammering, am I so.
My order sister
Too, born as a special child. She
Blames my mother granting me a prettier face. She
Demands everyone rewarding her undivided attention. I
Pretended permitting her full control over me – until, I
Ceased pretending!
A blessing or a curse, am I not.
Lack of nurturing,
false, no one – mom and dad did their very best.
Celebrate. I am the pretty one.
Life is all about family and love.
Grounded, stubborn, fearless, am I so.
Sunrise; sundown; circle of seasons,
presenting the most powerful version of me – fiercely, am I not.
Schooling, work, duty, responsibility, I am so.
Tearful five years of family revolution – a summon
From entropy, chaos! Three people
again one – the disgraceful one as I
was named!
Shocking, awakening, baffling, agonizing,
Life is all about family and love.
Eccentric, curious creature, solitude endeavor, am I so.
A grateful heart roaring
Abundant resources, reaching
Extraordinary heights, a lifetime student, am I not.
Millions of mistakes. Countless mis-turns.
Knowledge applied become wisdom.
Walking this lonely road missing
A mentor. Not a road less traveled, but
A road worth travels.
Life is all about family and love.
Ecstatic, untethered, blissed soul, am I so.
My father – a giver, a protector,
a provider – kindest man on earth.
Along the way, without permission, his little girl makes him proud.
Truly my father’s daughter. I am so!
Redeem mother’s homemade
Cooking once more. That’s one
Small step for the self-chained mother, one giant leap
For a tranquil daughter.
Life is all about family and love -- forgivingly.
It's no wonder why my parents are despised.
They bought me a car that's been vandalized.
It has the word TURD written on both sides.
When girls see it, they always run and hide.
My parents could've afforded a better car because they are millionaires.
They could've at least sprung for a new paint job, why is my life so unfair?
My damn car has made me a laughing stock and I'm filled with boiling hate.
But I got revenge when my parents met the President of the United States.
I pulled off Dad's toupee and then I shoved it up his butt.
The President thinks that my family and I are a bunch of nuts.
Now I'm grounded for a year but embarrassing my parents sure pleased me.
Does anybody want to own my TURD car, I'm giving it away for free.
(This poem was inspired by a teenager's reaction when his parents bought him a vandalized truck.)
This Druid is a spirit's abundance of forest and inner heart,
A radiant ray of simple Sun's splendor,
Dressed in green groves of folklore,
Stitched in tree tones forevermore.
He wears leaves of distinction, purple-tinted,
Ruby red, and emerald green.
He roams the woodlands in a hazy maze
That falls through his morning gaze.
Striking eyes where the tree's bark belongs,
Enhancing the acorn with balmy brown gleam.
Winding roads turn through his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Adorned with spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprites,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breathe in the breeze
Merry dancer amongst the trees
By ancient myth and tales decreed
By birthright and splendor
Wanderering Sage amongst grounded Sage roots
And soaring stars galore.
When I first started this walk, the weight was bearable.
Even as it grew, it was all understandable.
Except after a point, it became unmanageable,
It shook like a wild animal.
But still I planted the next foot, with an intent intangible
And when I fell, I thought it would crush me.
And for a while it did... It came to hush me.
But then I realized my hand was free,
And I felt the blood rush into me.
I grabbed the weight piece by piece, examining each one thoroughly.
And when my other hand was free, My speed grew intensely.
Though with this speed, I still inspected,
... I must know how each piece is connected.
The heaviest piece... I could barely move,
It weighed down my heart... So I felt every groove.
I found a desire I can no longer soothe.
A true, connected Love, with no need to prove.
This piece more than just rested on my heart,
...Its been tethered to it from the start.
Its woven with such beauty, I've seen it as art.
Now its sown so deep, to remove it would tear me apart.
At least after this there will be no doubt
For the weight I carry, and what its about.
I can still remember when the hush fell,
And ever since then Ive been able to tell,
What weighs me down & so I try not to dwell.
Whenever I do, I can feel my heart swell.
If I linger too long it never goes well.
But I carry my weight with acceptance now.
I know who I am & What ill allow.
I just sincerely hope that I can find,
Someone who's grounded, Someone who's kind.
Someone to whom their weight is not blind.
So we that can walk Hand in Hand.
Right to the end... Until neither can stand.