Long Leonard Poems
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The End of Love
A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full wishes
Thou seeith the birth of love
Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes
Seduced by the gods or by demon fools
Dancing, towards our own charades we sing
Funerals consume autumn’s dead poets
The gravestone cold and gray
We hug it like a long lost friend
One may see a battle lost
The other a battle won
In November we reminisce the soldier and singers too
Didst you know I was a prostitute?
Selling my soul to the hourglass of eternity
Foolishly hoping to sleep upon her breast
Shivering as others seem to fall right at deaths door
Brimstone, black and rose
The underbelly of St Laurent
Youthful boasts as the old man in cane hobbles
Generations sailed down the main
Some seeking solace others finding fame
Vaguely the recollections appear
Visions inside dreams inside the darkest fears
The end of love is near
For the hand above is reaching
As I float to the end of time
Enchantment in the crypts
Ravens dancing as they consume our mortal
Hearts
No smiles, no sleep
Thou did knowest I’m surely certain
The dance of death
Only to be followed
By a piper
And angels violins
Rags and shrouds, kiss them all goodbye
Hallelujah
In Memory of Leonard Cohen, a fellow Montrealer, 21 September 1934 – 10 November 2016.
Human Nature
Swift swans are swimming fast in quiet stream.
Little ripples awaken in still water
follow the flock side by side
Couple One watches swans putting beaks into mud- cream.
Jubilant pair started boat ride.
Swans quack, lovers chatter.
Couple enjoyed and sank in exciting enchanting dream.
Ripe apples are hanging from tree in winter season.
Flying bird pecked at the stalk with care.
Detached fruit fell right on the ground.
Scientist One Isaac Newton searched for the reason.
‘Apple neither flied, nor was bound
to go up, or could not stand still in air.'
Gravity was discovered to explain the easy scene.
Birds fly free in sky and glide to venture.
They are light and spread wings to flap wings at ease
being expert to propel on chosen direction.
Polymath One Leonard, engineer and painter
observed, analysed and the scientist’s attention
followed the technique of flight perfect and precise.
Great architect designed the first helicopter.
Night is flooded with soft light as Full moon was majestic.
Floating clouds are moving fast shadowing Moon off and on.
Stars are twinkling, glittering as if glued on sky.
Poet One is silent to watch beauty of night becoming lunatic.
The deep feelings, pain and pleasure, joy and cry
dreams and emotions, passion and perception
will be revealed through a verse rhythmic and romantic.
01/24/16
Human Nature 4 Stanza - 7 lines Contest
Sponsor Marugu Mo
Inspired by Leonard Mack*. Blessings and best wishes for a wonderful new life.
Let's celebrate your victory
By Michelle Morris
05/09/2023
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to you
Let's celebrate your victory
Your freedom so new
You have overcome your losses
You have overcome your traumas
You have walked through the Darkness
You have walked into Light and wholeness
Celebrate your wins
Forget about your sorrows
Celebrate your blessings
Embrace the best of your tomorrows
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Enjoy your best one ever
Best wishes for a wonderful life
And blessings beyond forever
© Michelle Morris, 2023
* Leonard enjoyed his birthday on 05 September. He was also released from prison after being locked up for 47 years because of a wrongful conviction. His conviction was overturned due to DNA evidence.
Leonard and I share the same birthday. He has much to celebrate.
Cracks
do we know
that words and language
create cracks..and
we might be held hostage
to words and language
without knowing their
propensity to crack..
it is the crack of an eggshell
an eggshell of whiteness
allowing life to emerge..
whiteness appears to divide
shaping the world and us
with distinctions galore..
we work with distinctions
as each finds her own..
yet..within each journey
we are invited to
observe once more
a white eggshell
and to notice how words
seem to crack
what cannot be cracked..
then to notice.. cracks
appear and disappear
demonstrating for all
the strength and weakness
indeed the beauty
of our words...
And..don't forget Leonard Cohen:
Ring the bells (ring the bells) that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That's how the light gets in
Born in 1874 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
Nicknamed Winnie, with a Bulldog spirit ~ resembled my Bulldog Bill
In thinking time sat on his ‘Throne’, Lord Privy Seal rang Winston’s phone
Yelling his retort said, ‘Tell him I can only deal ~ with one s*** at a time’
22nd January 2019
Contest: Educate Me with Humour - Leader Clerihew
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
4th place
Sir Winston Churchill was a British writer, military leader and statesman. Twice named prime minister of the United Kingdom, he was known for his bulldog spirit and his rousing rhetoric; he also won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1953. Churchill became the first civilian in the 20th century to be given a state funeral, which is normally reserved for kings and queens only. For three days and three nights, Churchill lay in state in 900-year-old Westminster Hall as more than 300,000 mourners filed past the casket, hewn from English oaks taken from his family estate. Such was the country’s admiration for Churchill that Queen Elizabeth II broke with monarchical tradition to attend a funeral for someone outside of the royal family. Even more unusual, the queen gave precedence to one of her subjects and arrived at the cathedral before the former prime minister’s casket.
17th November 2020
Contest Name QUAT-RO your four line Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Have you ever wondered who celebrities were
Before they became who they are?
Each one attained fame just by changing his name
And became a world-renowned star.
Some of my favs I have listed below,
Some, or all, of whom you, too, may know.
None of them current, but they lit up the past,
Neither were they the first,
And they won't be the last.
I hope you'll enjoy my pseudonym game*,
To make it more challenging, I have jumbled the names:
William Sydney Porter…better known as…
Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff…bka…
Marion Robert Morrison…bka…
Leonard Franklin Slye…bka…
Norma Jean Mortenson…bka…
Roy Harold Scherer, Jr….bka…
Mary Ann Evans…bka…
Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin de Francueil…bka…
Frances Ethel Gumm…bka…
Archibald Alec Leach…bka…
1. Marilyn Monroe 2. George Eliot 3. Georges Sand 4. Rock Hudson 5. O. Henry 6. Judy Garland 7. Cary Grant 8. Roy Rogers 9. Doris Day 10. John Wayne
*Give yourself a (virtual) gold star for every one you get right.
The chatter of small birds frame a window of light.
My kettle is coughing; soon its shrill whistle
will startle me, even though I know exactly
when it will erupt.
Two pelicans have been sighted in Northern Ohio.
Elsewhere, the plague has been seen
crossing rivers on ferries and jet skis.
I pour morning tea, singing a tune
from 'West Side Story.'
‘Today I too, am Puerto Rican’ intones the ghost
of Leonard Bernstein to his open switch blade.
Many dead form a choral threnody.
Fox News and CNN, for once agree. Just kidding.
The birds sing something from ‘The Magic Flute.’
or Bohemian Rhapsody – hard to tell
but the tunes bring tears to the eyes
of truckers and nurses.
I imagine lost pelicans hitching a ride to Patagonia.
A first responder has reported blue sky’s
in Kentucky.
Death rattles - all things pass away singing
with their own tune
inside their own heads.
This is a tribute to my Uncle Tom. He died from Covid 19 last week, even though he was healthy and strong. He was my Dad's last surviving sibling, the baby of the family. They are now all gone, the names in this poem are of his brothers and sisters that went before him.
I know of a special place, that’s right here in our hearts.
I visit it quite often; it keeps me from falling apart.
There is a big open yard with trees, a couple of swings and an old slide.
It’s even got an old tractor that you can fire up and take for a ride.
You’ll see a big welcome sign for all family and friends.
It’s truly a haven of rest, after a long day’s end.
Whether you are next door or three states away,
everyone is welcome, and there is always a place to stay.
They say time changes all, but not here, not in this magical place.
You’ll always feel loved, hear laughter and see a smile on every face.
You can see Grandma and Grandpa in a swing, as proud as they can be.
Just look over there, it’s Marian and Vivian with brand new accordions I see.
Little Leonard is running around and causing quite a fuss.
Ralph is looking out the window, waiting for his little girl to get off the bus.
Marvin just pulled out his squeeze box and getting everything just right.
I see Bob and Melvin are getting ready for a little fishing later tonight.
Even now I can hear my Dad and uncle Tom getting their guitars in tune.
Here the sun is shining bright and its always late June.
I have to go for now, they are about to start the potato sack race.
But please stop by and check it out, this is now Uncle Tom’s Place.
You who transcend the shallow depths
Of commercial rants and ravings
You who labour, out of love
To satisfy your honourable cravings
Though some of you have fallen
At the alter that you serve
And further true, that so few of you
Have found what you deserve
For to be what you are and not what you aren't
To produce what it is and not what it wasn't
Is your only sin, your only failing
The muse of 'The Label', a banshees wailing
In your depths of despair, the weak and the strong
In your gardens of Eden your towers of song
Stay true my friends, transfixed in thought
Creative in your vision
Let not the chains of commerce
Bend your knees, in indecision
To work for pay, is not your way
Be paid for work you're doing
Enrich the World, with poem and song
Though that be your undoing
For to be what you are and not what you aren't
To produce what it is and not what it wasn't
Is your only sin, your only failing
The muse of 'The Label', a banshees wailing
In your depths of despair, the weak and the strong
In your gardens of Eden your towers of song
"The Hummingbird Cake"
The day started bright -
Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against
Electric Blue
crackling along her lips
like Lightening
Sizzled on
her bitumen
her mind
winked at you...
Splits two
into one
not three
Taken slowly
deliberately
cake digested
swallowed like swallows
nibbling freely on air
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm
stairs to you she stares
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle
shaken and caste
on a playing board
pure white
not black
She,
Third person,
always Third person,
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the
words you have put on
and slowly worn warm
Revisits in her evening
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer
Blueberries and
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws
The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers,
reckless kisses and an unplanned
Storm;
A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread
In dreams while you watched
a movie in bed
Spoken to you
through
mind cerebral
not Reality read
Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips
that silently bled Red
Words
Meanings
Life
Read
Red
Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.
Australiana
Fed.
Sleep,
Bed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI
"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics