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Scary Mary
Scary Mary walks the streets she wanders through the park
She haunts the lanes and alleyways especially when it`s dark.
She roams the primary school corridors by night and by day
She follows all the children she whispers come and play.
You’ll feel her cold breath on your neck her heart is filled with rage.
She`s reading every word with you as you turn the page.
Don’t go in the school toilets especially on your own
As the door creeks shuts behind you and Mary starts to moan,
She`ll chase you to your classroom although you’ve only heard her cry
And the teachers won’t believe you however hard you try.
You`ll only see her if she wants to, in her black cloak and black hood
Appearing in the distance as your walking in the wood.
As she makes her way towards you, she looks feeble and so old
And then she lifts her hood up, and she makes your blood run cold.
If you go out playing and you take a shortcut home
don’t go down unlit alleys where Mary`s sure to roam.
She`ll sometimes cast a shadow you`ll sometimes hear her cry
And then you`ll hear her foot steps as if she`s walking by.
But don’t turn around to see her or listen to her cry
And if she lifts her veil up don’t look into her eye.
For Mary had no children she once lived all alone
And now she looks for boys or girls to call her very own.
Her house is old the rooms are dark the walls and floors are bare
She has a secret room for you it`s hidden up the stair.
So run home fast and don’t look back and don’t let Mary catch you
Or she`ll take you to her haunted house and that`s where she will keep you.
THE END`
Oh Come, Oh Come Immanuel,
For we have recreated hell,
We’ve made our world a place of greed,
And church is time to argue creed,
We need you now Immanuel,
Not later, not soon, but now,
For we cannot decipher how, to live together in harmony,
Rise up in us Immanuel,
Rise up in me so I meet see,
The beauty of your progeny,
So I might long to serve all men,
And not neglect my female equals,
So I might love with all my self,
And embrace all your people,
Oh Come, O Come Immanuel,
For my heart is stone and is not flesh,
And I am enraged by this world’s mess,
I am not passing this your test,
To love the hive despising stress,
Oh Come, Oh Come Immanuel,
For Heaven is what I long for,
But not a heaven far away,
But rather heaven here today,
So we might say without a hesitation,
I love you brother, sister with Divine the inspiration,
Oh Come Oh come Immanuel,
And save us from this man made hell,
So we may tell our children true,
Of how you came to save us too,
We savage many, we savage few,
Renew us to serve with you anew,
So we might learn not to accuse,
Not to abuse,
But rather sing with heaven’s muse,
Oh Come, Oh Come Immanuel,
I choose you, and they do too,
Whether we know it or not,
We like Lot shall not look back,
When you save us from this weary lack,
Of love and intercession,
Oh God redeem us in your passion,
Let us humble ourselves and turn from wicked ways,
That you may redeem this dawning day,
Of Renaissance.
The ferryman impatiently awaits
But I lack the gold
So I ask him to wait, as I put him on hold..
I call the grim reaper hoping for a loan
He appeared soon after through my headstone
He's cloaked in all black looking bad to the bone
What is it now? Did you get stoned?
NOoo.. I offed myself in a cornfield all alone
Yeah like how E.T. phoned himself home?
"Please grim I just need a little bread" I begged
Okay, give me a minute but don't hold your breathe
Yeah..well I'm already dead!
After half a century grim returns
He says "sorry bud but you gotta burn"
My jaw drops and i start to run
Without thinking I jump in the river
Soaking in cold green gunk, my body quivers
I stop to look back and think to myself "wow I'm a fast swimmer!"
Grim laughs pointing his bony finger yelling "look at that SINNER!!"
Then out of nowhere, a beautiful angel drys me off and fly's me to dinner
As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune
For Zoila
on Her 80th Birthday
What a Special Day for Birthdays
They are like mile stones in flight,
Marchers along the highways of life.
Baby, child, teenager, young adult
Never stationary, ever on the go
With decisions made, futures
yet to know.
Dating, courtship, love and marriage.,
every step a monumental overture on fire
full of possibilities, hopes, desires.
Time progresses, ever moving forward
full of joy, laughter, happiness, sadness and tears
with aching loss and memory that elude the years.
We never truly know what is to be,
there is no looking glass in which to see
just the thoughts of love and memory.
We age, turning more slowly life’s page,
We reminisce and ponder what we might have missed
Of all the blessings, good and sadly kissed.
Children now grown, slipping into lives on their own,
Daughters, granddaughter and grandsons,
As we look back satisfied, content with our run.
We live, we love
With all the trials and the blessings from above
May you be at peace as those days are done
Accepting with gratitude the days to come.
Dear dad
Where did you go . Why did you leave me . Was my mom a hoe . Did you love us did you even try I mean you can’t be that bad of a guy .
Dad I use to look up to you . I wanted to be up like you . But I guess for all the wrong reasons . In and outta jail every season . You never came home and when you did it was for drugs or coke .
Personally it’s been 17 years and I’m still breaking theu the tears . Dad please come back I use to cry and you didn’t look back .
You hurt me by leaving me with a women who had nothing better than you . She drink and beat us . Make a fool outta us everytime she seen us . But you walked out and didn’t care . Dear dad why is this fair it’s not . But now the crying stops . I got my own kids and I’m on top . I use to say imma be like my dad but now I can’t I gotta be by myself and stand tall because if I’m like you all my kids with fall. And dear mom you did the same you clan ur better than him but never changed you drank beat us and acted ashamed told me you hoped I get hit by a bus and die that’s lame you treat me like makes me sick but the drugs got to y’all so I forgive it me and my kids we will be alright because I learned from you guys what not to side how not to treat them and not to leave them and how to wipe their eyes
He never had much direction or patience for that matter
Often making the wrong selection because of the latter
He had extremely little respect and did whatever he chose
The important things he'd neglect and from that problems arose
He blew every chance, and tore down everything he did build
In just wanting to dance important matters went unfilled
There was never a change for things always remained the same
In not being able to rearrange he just got used to the shame
But he did learn one thing, one gift he never forgot
The Lord's praises he could sing he just didn't do it a lot
But then he began to, more and more each passing day
Seems his Spirit would renew each time that he would pray
Now. the tears filling up my eyes as I look back on it (all)
Coming to realize there was someone who on me never quit
Paying in full the debt I owe, now you know why each tear
Looking back on it, what I didn't know, was Jesus was always so near
Psalm 73:28
But as for me, the nearness of God is my good;
I have made the Lord GOD my refuge,
That I may tell of all Your works.
Your starlight sublime
By Michelle Morris
04/04/2023
When you play the game
Of what could've been
You create a fantasy
That can't be realised
Time and space
Familiar faces
We burn the dominoes
We wish to change
Paths not taken
Roads diverged
Magic and miracles
Life is incredible
When the chips are down
When the chips are up
It doesn't matter
Being alive is the luck
Make the best choice
In every given situation
We learn and grow
As we become enlightened
We can only look back
To accumulate our wisdom
Because punishing ourselves
Is a futile mission
No matter what happens
You are a soul divine
Please try to remember
Your starlight sublime
© Michelle Morris, 2023
A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’ wild,
the alpha wolf wakes howlin’
then scents a lean and lonesome scene
while on the lurk a’ prowlin’.
A cloud revolts with spangled bolts,
and starry skies start closin’
as wild geese soar beyond death’s door
neath naked moon a’ posin’.
Electric shafts, like fractured rafts,
sail night’s cathedral caldrons –
their cracking curse makes herds disperse
in random splayed and sprawled runs.
A she-wolf sighs with hungry eyes;
the ancient wolf waits, bayin’ -
with weary back, he’s lost the track,
his bandied legs betrayin’.
The brood’s somewhere in shrouded lair
with mama left to mind ’em -
the wolf, a’ drag with empty swag,
is on his way to find ’em.
The pack rejoins with weary loins -
perhaps its days are numbered.
In evening’s night, he’s feeling tight,
with aches and pains encumbered.
As morning nears, with shaggy ears
(one droopin’ down, hung over)
he’ll set the course with renewed force,
for, yes, he’s still the rover.
When snow enshrines the timberlines
and skies are ripped asunder
though young, lupine, they’ll stifle whines,
as gullies fill with thunder;
mid echoes in the mouth o’ death,
they bid farewell the lair
while panting puffs o’ crystal breath
float, hanging in the air.
Their path is black (they can’t look back
for herds long gone a’ missin’)
as dusk profanes the snow-bound plains
the sinkin’ sun was kissin’.
Neath northern lights, with barks and bites,
he keeps ’em all in motion –
the speckled scars of fallin’ stars
display the night’s devotion.
The sky’s a’ blushin’ in the east,
and hollow wind’s are sighin’
while buzzards freeze in gallows trees,
a’ roostin’, rapt and eyein’.
These ghouls of prey, they’re spooked away,
like tumbleweeds a’ blowin’,
by tilted head, white fangs tipped red,
and warnin’ wail’s a’ growin’.
...... Continued in part 2 ......
It Started With A Promise
It started with a promise
A sacred trust we made when we were young.
Through happiness and tragedy that
Sacred bond enabled both of us to carry on.
Standing beside me with your hand in mine
You helped me face my darkest days,
And your promise you would stay by my side
Forever and always.
But always did not last and one day I turned around
And you were gone.
I wondered how i would go through the pain of losing you
But I did and managed to carry on
To carry on and find another way,
To pick up the pieces of shattered dreams
And was able to face a new day
And now I hear sadly that you had passed on
Those memories we shared together are
Now only ones I can look back on.
I lost that special soul that one I will dearly miss
When I think of him and our moments in this lifetime which I often do
I fondly remember a friendship and the love that started with a promise.