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Humanhood
By Michelle Morris
15/12/2022
You asked me to
Be brave and hold on
And I did
Just for you
But then the darkness
Came round again
And brought down
The curtains to my soul
Like a play ending
Before we take our bows
Like the exit pending
Of all the people
Who clapped and glowed
Like the last embers
Of a warm fire
I felt life draining
Leaving me to die
I sat in the dark
I sat in the cold
I sat all alone
You couldn't join me here
Here where the
Dead things are
Where no mortal goes
We sit and wait for
The Ferryman to show
Signaled by Death*
He comes for us
His boat on the River Styx
Is set on a course
To the Underworld
I don't want to stay here
All alone in this dark, cold night
My sacred soul left to fend off
Howling demons
But, I don't want to go with him
For Death wants me badly
And the Underworld beckons
And the Ferryman is impatient
And my life
Has ended
So what now?
You asked me to
Be brave and hold on
And I did
Just for you
But hope and faith
Are luxuries I gave up
When my mind turned
Against me
And left me with Death
He, such sweet talker
Convinced me to fall
Into His arms and
Embrace eternal rest
For my soul is tired
My heart has stopped
To rest now, and I
Find my mind
Is peaceful
"So what now?" becomes
Rest in peace
For good
Until the next time
I try this journey through
Humanhood
© Michelle Morris, 2022
To do justly in a world of injustice,
to love mercy though wanting revenge,
to walk humbly through forests of arrogance,
to speak softly and not to avenge.
To give kindly to any with physical needs,
to comfort the lonely in spirit,
to hold trembling hands of those grieving a loss
and hear hope sing although they can't hear it.
To locate the beauty in chaos,
to craft the humane out of tragedy,
to respond to tornado by building a home,
or to fire by planting a tree.
To never lash out at the ignorant,
to not ignore homeless or hungry,
to not grow impatient with those who are young,
to not be angry at the angry.
For I was once hungry and grieving,
I was once lonely and ignorant,
I was once vengeful and too blind to see
that I too was young and still arrogant.
But somebody wise came beside me,
saying, "Life isn't fair... but you can be -
live simply and give from abundance,
do the good that you're wanting to see.
Follow the Golden Rule always,
work hard - don't expect to be served,
be humble, treat others with kindness,
give honor wherever deserved."
These were the words of my parents,
who through War and Depression grew strong,
so whenever I make resolutions
their wisdom helps sort right from wrong.
written 15 Dec 2022
The glossy lamp-posts,
like the tremulous stars and awakening stars,
light up one by one with a click;
and with incredible manifestation
they announce a spectacular sunset
to impatient and eager lovers...
lost in profound contemplation,
feeling the urge of improvisation!
Serenity descends on the white crushing waves...
to conceal the ablaze horizon with indignation;
will this splendor incite the writer's inspiration,
whose simple words, with elaborate insight,
can console the painters' hearts
when they lack inner inspiration?
Already the conspiring fire-flies seem frantic,
they cautiously search the grass by the tall pine-tree:
to plan a night of mystery,
and to adorn the fragrant air with magic!
There are no lush hills or
snow-capped mountains
to ward off the unpredictable ocean,
or the unguarded sky so prone to invasion;
a sky that harbored the cowards' madness!
They came forward, with full force,
to bring down the impressive Twin Towers;
symble of wealth, of power...
of brother-hood and unity!
They came to kill with hideous minds...
to destroy thousands of innocent lives:
but our selfless,fallen heroes
have made us stronger,
and we are still free!
Even when the weather is unkind
and helpless flowers are swept away by a gelid wind,
snow and rain still embellish, with fine decor,
Manhattan's magnificent sky-line;
and Lady Liberty,weeping,
still welcomes to her thriving shore:
the freedom-seeker and the dream-maker...
so immensely grateful and widly smiling!
The spectacular sky-crapers
can hardly breathe
among those limited spaces;
ask the laborious builders
with sun-tanned faces!
They were the ones fighting off sweat and heat'
waiting to behold,with pride
and rewarding hard-ship,
their ingenious work before the applauding
and cheerful elite!
With beauty and gloominess around,
to spark the writer's inspiration,
this unsteady hand jots down
vague words swerving on the straight lines,
to conceive his defination,
which one day will be repudiated with disguise
by literati's own interpretation!
As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.
Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as they gather the rich creamy milk in containers.
Banging of impatient hooves from the shire horses
hungry for their grain, tossing heads and stamping,
loud neighs and whinnies fill the early dawn.
Soon they will be at work ploughing and farrowing fields.
Farmhouse door opens smell of eggs and bacon wafting,
farmer's wife emerges carrying pails heavy with slops.
As she nears the pigsty the grunts and squeals grow
barging, pushing as they search for tasty scraps.
A caterwaul of noise from the rookery deafening,
as they wheel and spin around the yard thieving.
Slowly as the animals return to the sweet meadows
life settles back to normal, until tomorrows dawn.
written 09/15/2013
contest Nature
You're funny why you always have been impatient when it came to the simply pleasures of life fighting over phone time finally sending me all those cards birthday valentine days Christmas Easter or just thinking of you the cat putting his paws in the fish tanks finally your release leaving Liza and my ex at home while we drove fast down palm beach blvd with the top down you really thought that was paradise broken pink flamingos dolphins on the walls I'm really sorry about your big Mexican broad stabbing five persons your trying to get her time cut my god ciro I can't even be apart of that therefore leave me out of this I cared for ma you know come on man Mandy jay Townsend Johnson Henry both my abusive ex night crawlers literally fleas stuck on his back hoping I fund flea soap I won't I'm not I am blessed to be free of florida medicaid God has my back I no longer fear her criminal group hospital system breach hacking into thousands of ill persons lives getting their benefits removed hell Medicaid was the reason corruption was able to hack into my life resulting in a class action law suit files against florida medicaid for removing millions of disabled persons illegally my disability has nothing to do with medicaid thank god for morgan and morgan law firm sorry not sorry I hope you got your heart medication cancer treatment God bless you I cannot focus on those arson murders of nine it causes stress anxiety that has triggered severe asthma attacks interrupting my breathing im now trying to get my breathing stablized with oxygen nebulizer I am sure you could care less this is stressful being threatened everyday realized you maxed that traumatic brain injury structured settlement clearly by now you understand i can't support your enterprise corruption organized crime many blessings I am American
Let the colors play,
melt together -
impatient and dizzy
Float in a stream
a steady rhythm
Nature abounds
of inspiration
one day in November
The image of their fall
will not pass
Days will come
in different colors
A quiet voice -
autumn heralds winter
Like a veil
the snow paints white
- the creek
mute and motionless
05.11.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
6th place in the contest
A Bowlful of Sky
Baek Gyerim
If the blue autumn sky
were a cool aluminum pot,
then today’s lunch would surely be
a spicy bowl of sky jjambbong!
The wind goes, “Hoo, hoo,”
blowing with pursed lips,
cooling the reddened noodles
at this heavenly noodle shop.
The sky grabs the pot handle
with its white cloud hand,
and the impatient autumn tree
thrusts its chopsticks high into the air.
“Oh my, oh my! What’s that smell?”
Cloud fellows passing by
swallow their drool
and come rushing over,
slurping the noodles—
slurp, smack, chomp, chomp!
Clouds that love it hot,
clouds that love it chewy,
even the white clouds
posing proudly above the blue mountains—
One sip of that spicy autumn-sunshine broth,
and oh my!
Their noses start to run,
their eyes fill with tears!
“Whew—ha! It’s hot,
but I just can’t stop craving it!”
The yellow noodles
soak up the spicy broth,
and like red maple leaves
dancing in the wind,
they’re cooked to perfection—
so rich, so spicy, so delicious!
Spring stirs her dreams,
She lifts her head,
Quietly remembering the sweetness
Gently, spring beseeches –
Slowly, she raises her head.
Summer stirs her spirit,
She dances eagerly,
Hungry for the bird’s soft kiss,
Impatient, she struggles –
Shyly, seeking the rain’s rest.
Autumn stirs her longings,
She laughs breathlessly,
Wistful as vibrant hues transform her,
With whispers of red and gold,
Blessings, she tries to behold.
Winter stirs her grief,
She suffers, mourning for peace,
Weathers silence her waltz,
Erasing her with hoarfrosts,
Leaving, she still knows in her heart…
After winter, her children will return,
To the music of birdsong,
The echo of the past, long gone,
Naked limbs anxious for their covering,
As they smother the season, magnificent.
(iambic tetrameter)
The curtains fell and wrapped the stage
as lights and accolades became
another yesterday once more.
Another night and one more show,
another play that doesn't last
beyond the venue alley ways.
Applause became a murmur and
the shuffle of impatient shoes
now slowly faded out the door.
The Company is dressed and gone,
a spectral quiet stalked the din
and chased it through the backstage halls.
Conspicuous, the silence fell
when last the alley door was locked,
no one to care if I was late,
no one to listen for the gate
that creaked at midnight's lonely bells
as eighteen times Westminster tolled
down where the Phantom truly walks
in night shoes where the echoes talk.
Sat on a park bench
She exposes her heavy breasts;
Offers him a teat.
Lewd men inwardly applaud
This conformability.
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Young shoji fixers
In Edo are in demand;
And well rewarded.
Their longest ladders can reach
A widows highest window.
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The stylish long sleeves
Declare she is virtuous;
A pure innocence!
But impatient for the day
When she picks up the Scissors.
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