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Tell it to the fire
(Keeper of the Night)
By Michelle Morris
24/11/2024
Tell it to the fire
It will burn away all your secrets
Feel the roaring flames
It will burn away all your fear
It consumes all the oxygen in the room
It will leave you breathless and dying
So be careful when you play with fire
Unless you're prepared to be a phoenix
Know it transmutes all Darkness
It illuminates as it ignites
Those sparks that spread so gloriously
Burning brightly through the night
Let those flames warm you
Let them caress your weary bones
Heat your Heart and Soul
And give warmth to your cold home
But make no mistake about it
It's a beautiful and alluring element
It can lure you in hypnotically
As those flames dance and crackle and glow
Know this about the fire
Without it, mankind is lost
It lead us out of our cold caves
And gave us new ways and paths
It gives to us so eagerly
But remember it can take with force
Our entwined legacy throughout history
Is documented in books and verses
So tell it to the fire
It's always been the Keeper of the Night
All those fireside tales and magic
Create legends that delight
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Good morning sunshine! I do wake
I speak with drowsiness slurring words
Stimulated by the daybreak and prominent hues
I talk! You listen! For heavens sake!
Some days I see the skies, beauteous be the blues
Dancing in my head and the wind it breaks
The breeze on my mind , it meditates
Hypnotically the sun takes my breath away
And the dance ! we waltz the sway
Dawning on me with clear visions in my head
I see the images of the roots of my rose
And the love that I feel sometimes, I do suppose
I ponder through life always wondering
Wandering eyes on my iridescent face
Depressed thoughts suppressed , I see no trace
I sit by my window pane - brightness fills my soul
I see the light - loving you is better this way
Waking up lifted by your beauty , I still see
That your beauteous mind certainly inspires me
I paint the pictures significantly in my brain
Still meditating with the trickle of the rain
The roses they bloom - infatuating thee
The buds and their delicate velvety petals in view
While you listen to every word - they capture my love with you
I stand tall - My mind is traveling thoughts real clear
And the dance we sway ! embraced - I love you, dear.
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Disguised as an Apple Computer Technician.
He initially hacked Macbook Pro laptop.
He (alias Harvey Specter)
planted seeds of suspicion
that criminal activity prevailed
within my geographic area in general
or questionable individuals
lurked within or without
Citizens Bank in particular,
and suggested yours truly (me)
to be wary about
over friendly employees
at aforementioned capital one
storied financial institution.
Said gonif (pulled a masterful subterfuge)
inveigling yours truly to carry out heist
of the twenty first century
against his honest good n plenti resources
(subsequently checking and
savings accounts severely depleted).
The invisible webbed wide whirled net
ensnared me lock, stock and barrel.
Little did I know
the spellbinding impact
until the dirty deed done dirt cheap
found writer of these words
figuratively holding the empty bag
where I got forced to trod
analogous highway to hell
courtesy diabolical, inimical, satanical...
devil may care disguised cozener
who wove believable scenario
claiming Citizens Bank employees
involved in suspicious conspiracy
to siphon off hard earned bucks.
I submissively consented
to participate and cavalierly disperse
freshly minted Benjamins
suddenly linkedin
chain of events
rocketing, kickstarting, and experiencing
a worse horror than death
mortified at being bushwhacked.
The feeble explanation, justification,
qua obliteration, ululation
trumped with lame excuse
yours truly not in his right mind.
Mind control, (albeit remotely)
assassinated rationality while hypnotically
feeling commanded, governed,
née kid lee killed
mine esprit de corps
among kith and kin
consigning thrifty troubadour
to the depths of despair
wishing termination of existence
in tandem with damnation, interrogation,
penalization, et cetera of nasty brute.
After series of unfortunate events brought,
where innocence and naïveté caught
teetotaler tempted to drink deadly draught
of top quality hemlock sold
at many bustling entrepôt
cuz now existence fraught
with torturous quaking
nauseating, kickstarting hatred
of self, thus restitution
of funds sought
by folks willing bestow largesse.
If yes check out (fiasco from fraudsters
frazzles father)
legitimate platform
where charitable people swarm
and toys are sold.
Music Box
What melody is it
that the turn of the key
allows the music box to quickly play
then slowly hesitate and stop?
There sre no words that come to mind
only some familiar haunting song.
This one spins hypnotically
with a telescopic lens
that looked within displays
a kaleidoscope of diffuse blended colors.
My ears recall the tune
but my mind cannot recall the name.
Other music boxes are set in varied places,
on the dresser, shelved with collectibles
which remain untouched
and infrequently played.
Simple gears and rotating mechanisms
sing out and call out memories of gifts and holidays.
Alas, the song escapes me still
but is full of feeling, friendship,
love, hope and companionship
locked safely in the music box.
The Continuous Ultimate Vacation 4 Me
is The Grand Canyon. Always Was, Always Will Be.
"A breathtaking sight," you've heard that expression before.
By definition, The Grand Canyon is a breathtaking sight for sure.
You never forget your first time with anything
and much like the day when one gives up being a virgin
my first sight of the Grand Canyon was most awe inspiring.
I got exhausted trying to take the entire canyon all in,
so I parked my sorry butt down on a comfortable rock,
it was the best seat in the house, this my most comfortable spot.
I took in the whole landscape that I could possibly see
and with a blink of my eyes, things changed right before my eyes ever so wondrously.
As the sun moved up in the sky, so too did The Grand Canyon come alive,
This immense, super massive, natural, most beautiful world wonder
right before my eyes would appear and reappear in the most miraculous of colors.
I felt my heart pounding. I was hyperventilating.
I was truly experiencing a "breathtaking sight".
as I sat on that rock trying to catch my breath
until the sun turned The Grand Canyon to night.
I've ventured deep into the canyon too and let me tell you
you've never experienced such serene tranquility.
Deep in the canyon in the darkest of night the landscape you can not see.
but all of the stars up in the sky all seem to all move before your eyes
as you star gaze hypnotically
and then the moving stars disappear into the canyons dark walls ever so endlessly.
Whenever I visit the Grand Canyon it's as if I've fed my soul food.
The Continuous Ultimate Vacation 4 Me most definitely
is The Grand Canyon. The Ultimate Vacation Of True Solitude.
Sitting here in my office,
watching steam rise in cursive swirls
from the black coffee in front of me
on this stormy Monday morning
Staring at nothing in particular,
I allow my thoughts to linger,
becoming completely lost in another
beautiful daydream of you and me
we walk along a secluded beach,
palm tree shadows sway,
sand between our toes,
a sunrise surf lulls hypnotically
in rhythmic tempo whispers as I peer
deeply into your maple syrup eyes,
falling deeper in love with you
with each longing glance
We kiss and my heart melts
at the feel of your sweet lips
pressed tightly against mine…
A loud clap of thunder wakes me
as I once again realize where I am,
sitting behind a desk covered in paperwork
and another now cold cup of coffee, but…
There are many more daydreams where
that one came from that will always include
you because… they all originate in my heart
and there’s still hot coffee in the pot
As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
pussy riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye coon
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic happy ending!
Forever in my heart
I looked inside my heart
and found her in the corner,
then asked her how long she had been in there
She said it’s seemed a while,
but she was disappointed,
to understand that I was not aware
I gazed into her eyes
and thought she looked familiar,
then wondered if she’d been there all along
She answered yes she had
and that she had been singing,
just hoping I would hear her loving song
Did it go like this?
A hummed for her a stanza
and saw a smile turn up on her face
Yes, she said, that’s it,
I guess you really heard it
the whole time I’ve been singing in this place
I really liked her song,
the beat was smooth and steady
It seemed that how I walked was like a dance
Just like a metronome,
clicking to a tempo,
hypnotically it put me in a trance
So I buttoned up my chest,
real tight around the collar
to make sure that she would not run away
And listened to her song,
remembering her smile,
forever in my heart I know she’ll stay
The Pilferer
He stole her statements ...
and made her speechless
He hacked her thoughts....
as he read her mind with ease
He chased her dreams .....
as he knew her aspirations
He stole her actions rendering her idle,
as he completed all her task
He captured her memory
as he has filled with his images
He is a pirate of her life's ship
as he holds the ship's steering
He is the pilferer, for his recent
pilferage is her heart!
But he stealthily placed his' in that
place and now her life is pumped
by the throbs of his heart!
Her actions dictated by his thoughts
Her destination is chosen by his mind
Yet in a secret cabin souls have united
singing the tune of fusion of love...
Magic of love, pilferage for love!
Hypnotically frozen spell of love!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
19th August 2015
GOD’S CANVASSING NIGHT
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