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Holding hands
Vow
It was so many years ago that they met and a spark was ignited that turned into a flame .
They dated and fell in love and became the beginning of a new life as they became husband and wife .
Every where they went , they would always hold hands and vowed that this is the way it would always be .
When she became pregnant and about to give birth he held her hand for all its worth .
They always held hands when they were together and overcame even the worst of stormy weather .
They had a son and daughter and raised them well as everyone could tell .
Even the short time that he was disabled, they would hold hands at the kitchen table .
They would hold hands when shopping or walking down the street and the people's stares they would meet .
They would always smile , laugh and joke - and at their ways people would poke .
They would hold hands in the best and worst of times and became like two magnets pulling one to another and for them there were no others .
Even when retirement came - their lives was always the same .
Walking hand in hand in their magical wonderland .
Time began to take its toll as they got very old .
It was the only time that you would see them grin as dementia started to set in .
They would face the challenges of what would be
( losing of memor I es and reality)
He said : we held hands when we met and we will hold hands untill our death " we will climb the stairs to heaven holding each other's hands and God will understand .
We made a vow to one another that we will forever be with each other .
Now that we are old and dementia has taken its toll
I will hold your hand when you tend to forget and remind you of our best times yet , and you will do the same for me till the ends of eternity .
When we get to heaven everything will be clear and all our family and friends will begin to cheer .
To our children , please don't cry for we will be together by and by
(C) poetlou 051326
In the Stillness of the New Moon
By Michelle Morris
29/01/2025
In the Stillness of the New Moon
We usher in New Opportunities
To find Blessings in every Moment
Love and Light and Peace
A chance for New Beginnings
Intentions set for our Path
To share our Gifts with the World
To know our Souls are Magical
For anything is possible
We can create a World that is ours
We can make a positive difference
We can explore Freedom through beautiful art
So, don't be afraid to start again
Look to the New Moon and be inspired
There in the Darkness she emerges
Waiting for her lover's kiss as Fates are entwined
May the Moon show you her Mysteries
May she ignite your Passion under the Stars
May you know the longing of Fulfilment
May your Spark be ignited to fully Live
And each day when you rise with the Sun
Remember that the Moon kissed your face
Every night she holds you close to her
Sharing the hours in her warm embrace
© Michelle Morris, 2025
In the heart of melodies, a a luminary arose,
Leonard Bernstein, whose brilliance still grows.
A maestro with a baton, a poet with a score,
In his music, he found what life yearned for.
With passion ablaze, he'd command the stage,
Each gesture a dance, each note a page.
From the grandeur of Beethoven's embrace,
To the jazzy rhythms that set hearts to race.
His spirit ignited in melodies profound,
With every crescendo, a world was found.
In the symphonic tapestry he'd unfold,
Beauty and chaos in harmonies bold.
From the streets of "West Side Story," a tale so bold,
To symphonic journeys, where stories were told.
His love for music, an unending flame,
In every note, he carved his name.
Yet behind the spotlight, a quieter scene,
Where strains of family life, at times, grew keen.
With a wife and kids, he sought to find,
Balance amidst the chaos of his creative mind.
To many of its citizens it's the American Dream
but having been there done that
it made me want to shout and scream
about Congressmen with vested interest
on the board of a corporation
who swayed by lobbyists pass laws
which ransack the coffers of the nation
as the longer I lived in the U.S.A. the more I did learn
and the less I liked what I saw yes it was cause for concern
yet not to give fair warning I would be remiss
that living in America is like looking into the abyss
where if you outwear your welcome
there nightmares do come true
for stay and stare too long and the void
will gaze back into you
it takes strong character to sidestep
their rudeness violence ignorance
and not be worn away in their likeness
of obnoxious self-righteous arrogance
or once immersed let it rub off on you
take you down hold you under 'til that which you knew
all who you were is torn asunder totally obliterated
to become deaf dumb and blind
equally guilty by association an aberration of mankind
'Love it or leave it' an axiom recited
with no spark of humanity or humility ignited
tho' 'In God we trust' said proud overly loud
is their official motto
'Illegitimi non carborundum' is mine...
spoken voce sotto
As heartrose epitaphs
swathe earthly echoes
with swelled up w a v e s
of spiritual sirens,
sea-fairies collide
with honeysuckle footprints,
traced by mint-green manta rays
along aquatic vessel of karma,
pumping a nascent wilderness.
In shawls of raven wind,
my silhouette is a blood moon,
mirrored in mermaid's emerald eyes
'neath dove grey midnight,
flowering from skulls
like love's last smoke,
as sciaphilic pulse evaporates ~
and rusty rains of remorse remain.
Grieving wanderlust
waltzes in my
metallic burgundy veins,
as butterfly oracles flip
and seraph's saga
swirls in a torrential topaz turmoil,
inscribing truths midst
ignited bohemian serenades.
Winding moonlight
around fingertips,
ivory threads of harp
dance in fluid palms
as liquid sun, floating in dew,
melts upon titanium tentacles
of wisteria archangels.
When water hymns
hibernate in silence
and marine prayers
s u r f in surging eagle blades,
I pirouette as
an amethyst-opal whisper of wound
in white-washed warrior skin,
for, every crimson corpse
is a thumping cyclone,
burning within sienna sand.
Ancient memoirs
cascade like
tea-lime a s h drops,
upon shipwrecked lotus leaves
where the third eye slumbers
in talisman petals,
and heartbeats bubble up
as breaths of a
windswept vagabond.
So, in fears of ruby-fire r a i n,
I'm forlorn and found,
my soul chakra is sewn
with stelliferous canopies,
and within dolphin lullabies,
jeweled life gently sways.
Homing perfumed stars
in tulip temple,
I'm Athena's spirit~
a wildflower d a w n,
fading beneath
samurai cloak of
caramel flakes,
unfurled from pistachio sepals,
my honey pink aura
cradles tiger-lily sunbeams
upon eyelashes,
as f a t e flutters...
in timeless,
watercolor wisps.
the seeds of autumn travel on the wind, healing, blessing, forever the heart’s soul friend ~ by poet
Autumn always reminds me to be still,
heed the music of God’s free will,
echoing over gentle hills, quiet meadows,
soothing away doubt beneath the shadows.
Autumn whispers light through the woods,
peppering hearts with His precious goods,
dreamy moments in a heart who can see,
beyond the darkness, as I bow upon my knee.
Autumn colors intensify as the season delays,
creating feelings of joy beyond her blaze,
tranquil stories silence all my fears,
psalms and visions told throughout the years.
Autumn leaves, rustling and waltzing, excited
blessing the spirits of a love God ignited,
comforted by the heartbeat of an easy prayer,
blended in melodies of wonder beyond compare.
Autumn sings in the wind’s deep cries,
stilling the breath of storms who chastise,
remembering the joy of this glorious season,
who blesses the spirit without any reason.
Autumn harvest delivers poetry in verses,
meant to reveal the love that surely coerces,
passion that arises in hearts who believe,
where there is light, dark can’t deceive.
Autumn pleasures rest in souls who hear her,
exalting the One who believers prefer,
growing in wisdom, in faith and in true love,
sincerely accepting the answers sent from above.
Autumn lingers in the hearts of those who care,
knowing His love will restore and repair,
offering the wonder of healing and reuniting,
so the light seeps into the stories He is rewriting.
Autumn lasts for only a short while,
but her kindness will forever beguile,
singing to the souls of those who know,
this is the season that causes hearts to glow.
Autumn delights in giving her peace,
freeing souls so the light will never cease,
leaving glistening thoughts to cherish,
securing souls who love and will not perish.
She sat on the side of her bed,
A bloodied whip,the scars on her neck,
Still a perfect crimson,still a beautiful red,
Droplets of water moiston her lips,
A serene fury ignited by a salty taste.
She who curses humanity under her breath,
A burning wick upon the sand,
She,the one sho deserves death,
For being one of a kind,
And outcast to society.
In the midst of her mess,
She who finds pleasu
re in a picture,
But of a beauty nonetheless,
For shes one of her kind,
A liar and a threat
Stoned,trampled,wounded to be bandaged again,
A danger, for her canvas is burnt,
A meek mouse with a lion's mane,
Stands up for her rights,
Stands up to be caned.
She's the beautiful beast,
Every girls fantasy queen,
The one who loved a woman, truly atleast,
She was one of her kind,
A mark in history,a goddess in her shrine.
The awning of Ovis, a shade from the sun,
Cast patterns of light, where her story begun.
Not rain-streaked glass, but a warm, open space,
Where her curly brown hair framed a captivating face.
She moved through the tables, a sun-dappled dream,
Her presence a current, a vibrant sunbeam.
"A light, if you have one?" her soft voice inquired,
Her eyes, like warm honey, instantly fired.
At Ovis, the buzz of the afternoon's trade,
Was hushed by her beauty, a moment she made.
The lighter I offered, a trembling, quick hand,
As the flame caught, she smiled, and I couldn't withstand.
Those curls, a dark river, cascading and free,
A wild, untamed beauty, for all eyes to see.
No window to blur, just the clear, golden air,
At Ovis, a magic, beyond all compare.
She lingered, a moment, a soft, gentle sway,
And the world seemed to brighten, that very same day.
The chatter of patrons, the clinking of cups,
Faded away softly, as her beauty erupts.
At Ovis, that moment, a memory's art,
Her curly brown hair, forever in my heart.
A chance, sunlit meeting, a captivating sight,
A beautiful stranger, bathed in golden light.
To Ayla,
For the spark you ignited. With this poem, I honor the beauty of our encounter. These words are for you.
Lev
Nothing but roadblocks railroading my train of thought
A way to move forward has to be on the precipus
My vehicle halted on the road not traveled
Hazard lights illuminate the darkness that surrounds my engine
Unfortunate repairs as I leak black tears
Busted, Mangled, & Torn Apart
I sit parked in the space of my own doing
Longing for the drive that used to spark my...
Plugged into the reflection of what could have been
The change in temperature, heated up my seat of complacency
Once again I am ignited and fueled by doubt
Vroom Vroom....the sound of the beast revived
Vroom Vroom....the growl as it awakes from its slumber
Vroom....the anger is engulfed in bellows
Again! the drive is restored
No longer a swerve but a straight shot
Zooming to the highway of rejuvenation
She heard his voice, a melody so pure,
A spark ignited, a feeling unsure.
His words were kind which made her smile,
And her heart grew fonder, mile by mile.
when her love became too much to hide,
She spoke her heart with the eyes of pride;
But silence settled and his words were clear,
A tender truth she never wished to hear.
He liked another; beauty, bright and fair,
While she felt lost in her own dull despair.
Yet in her heart, she never placed the blame,
His choice was his, she whispered with no shame.
But getting over him, Ah! it's a battle steep,
His voice, his smile, they haunt her even in sleep.
She still thinks of him, though it’s tough,
Everything for her, it’s all too much;
She knows it’s foolish, clinging to a dream,
But love’s a river, flowing with no scheme.
Oneday may be she’ll find her way,
And love will come, perhaps someday.
Though love was lost, she won’t forget,
She’ll hold her heart, no more regret.
For in the end, what will remain,
Is the strength she found through all the pain.