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Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed and sneezed as it was dusty
it had been my birthday, drinking champagne
eating Danish pastry and smoking Havana cigars
walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took
out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering
why everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept,
everything was
in order, when did the guests leave or had he partied
with his teddy bear, feeling lonely since the dog died
Looking out of the window, he saw many cars but
no drivers, and some of the car doors were open
what had happened
At a café, he had a sandwich he made himself
since the lady owner was not there
It dawned on him he was alone in the world
everything he saw belonged to him, no one to share
his riches, except for a cur that ran away and barked
seeing him
He tried the Rolls Royce that had belonged to the
mayor, the ride was smooth, distracted he hit
a lamppost and laughed, they were many other cars
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined
he made a hamburger with hot fries, drank fine wine
The dog that had growled at him looked at him
through the window, wagging its tail, it understood
he was the only one left to feed it
Months followed month, life was getting onerous
the dog was getting fat, stopped shaving and did not shower
used the same pants every day, why personal hygiene
when there was no pressure to conform
Depressed, he jumped from the top floor of a hotel
to end this tiresome life.
No such luck! He descended slowly, broke down
cried without shame as the dog was the only witness
Doomed to live forever, he went back to sleep under
the bed, but before falling sleep, he remembered
he had to get up and feed the dog
I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it gamey
he said. " Nah: Nah, the fella spoke
real quality meat!
Now course you gotta put alotta
garlic onions
and horseradish and stuff
on it not to taste the
woods and grasseyness
other than that it's real quality meats,
gamey no, no i
Wouldn't play around with
something a foolish as that "
niw myself I like the straps from the leather
it's a savings bonanza.
Son of the Scarecrow
Our son constantly test his mom and me
Why the truth in life is so key
Can't he see all the trust he loses
In our ability to foresee
what his future could turn out to be
When he has no problem looking us in the eyes
To tell his despicable lies
When it just makes us want to cry
Looking for answers about why
When it gets away from perception of what others see
The man that his mom and I have raised him up to be
A man with integrity who is able to keep his promise
To never lie to always reach for the sky
We taught him that anything in life worth having
Requires him to be straight with others
So he doesn't always have to run for cover
In spite of your lies that jeopardize
So many things you do not realize
Because when you learn to disguise the truth
That compromise your future
On which you have to rely
To be able to get by
We are here to advise not criticize
Life is not about the lies
To that, your mom and I can testify
We would like to summarize
You will never see life's highest high's
It will only advertise
You're a man who is about the lies
Where few can sympathize
It will only capsize all your hopes and dreams
That fills your life with the sunlight
That holds you upright in Gods light
Putting your life in flight
Allowing you to become a man with integrity
That everyone can see
Who we brought you up to be
So please don't ever lie to anybody
If you want your life to be happy and free
Because people will show you respect
From what reflects from your eyes,
Not your dirty little lies
He keeps a very low profile,
afraid of the the horrible secret he hides;
hooked on a daily dosage of cocaine...
seeking an instant relief from his acute pain!
His cramped den is the stench
of smoked substance bought on drug-infested streets,
and filth is the undeniable evidence:
one can surely tell that he lives in Hell...
red devilish eyes and sunken cheeks;
a wasted mind and body meeting their end!
Restless young man without a name,
wary of the destructible consequences
that stunt your unremorseful conscience;
and what price will you pay and whom will you blame?
Restless young man without a name,
you only existed to fulfill a destiny of shame!
Day-time is so detestable to him,
more than the viciousest enemy;
night-time changes his personality...
and he searches for dope down-town,
where the houses are so run-down...
occupied by the crack-heads of East Main!
A limping kid, from nowhere, hands him
a small bag and he exchanges it for some green;
and what started the urge within...
is a deep wound, which can never heal!
Restless young man without a name,
intoxicated by the poison that destroys your life and health;
you can't be aware of what distorts your weak senses...
until you are helpless and run out of breath!
Restless young man without a name,
guiltless and indulgent...you allow death to happily dance!
A Beautiful winged creature walking by the meadow
While grasping a child that was made both man and myth
This winged being was rooted down because of a curse
Having her chastity undone by man was grave mistake
Thunder of clouds that haste above showed anger
The gods that guided the life of mystical creature was shattered
Tattered this beautiful winged being had this child
With no wings at all, a being that the gods cannot touch
The price of having the child the mother, had let go
A certain man that made the child with her
Her friendship ended while he was changed
To what the gods made him was all pain and no good
Sorrows filled her heart with anger that burdened
Forcing her to decide between her child and the man
She let her child float down the meadow to live
Struck with all sorts of events the man had endured
The man had changed but not his heart, looking for her
Where is the home of this winged creature that was cursed?
Beneath the forest by the meadow where they had laid
Memories was lost in such a way that the child and man never met
Since the child was both myth and man, he chose to be man
Striking the being who bore him, with such thrust of pain
The magic that the gods had put on the winged creature
Had worn off to show her beauty and broken the chain
The curse had lifted while the child had found his father
Who loved the mythical being, who changed back to man
The child that was made released both curses
Became a man of honor and loyalty to his fellow man
He was told that the mythical being and his father was in love
Not know the real curse was the gods that sheltered him
Made him to be the hero of man, yet slayer of myths
Father had died because of the pain that he suffered
Seeing his love beside him, not knowing he was there
At the meadow where they had laid, and fell in love
The gods had made him to be a monster only in her eyes
And the child had slay them both beneath the trees
By the meadow where he was born and was held by both
A man I'll never know
By Michelle Morris
06/02/2023
You are a man I'll never know
Tied up in my very existence
All I know is what others share
All I see is photographs from the past
I look at you, frozen in time
No emotions are experienced
How can I love you, my blood?
A stranger that looks a bit like me?
I look in the mirror
And I am like no one else
I look into my soul
And my differences are marked
I wonder what we could've had?
I wonder what our life could've been?
I wonder what our family would've felt
If we had ever had a chance to meet?
I love the idea of you
I love what you could mean
But we do not have a relationship
For we never met in reality
Even your death was hidden from me
We passed each other by like strangers
Maybe we could meet again
One day when I'm in Heaven
You are a man I'll never know
Important to me being here
But that's all you'll ever be
As much as I could wish it differently
I am grateful that you existed
But still saddened by our story
Maybe in another life
We'll get to know each other more
We can't change our past
We can't plan a future
But I know that God has a plan
That is beyond our lifetime and knowing
© Michelle Morris, 2023
No more a good man
He gave it all
Cos he was in love with her
He trades alot just to keep
Her happy with him
He was so nice
He always wanted the best
She ever needs in life
Cos he was in love
No more a good man
He gave it all
Cos love was his motivation
He never want to see her in needs
So he worked like a bull
Every time always trying to make
Money to keep her love with him
So sad she was not same as him
She got her love out side
She love what he gives
Not him
Despite her pretence
He still was in love with her
No more a good man
He gave all he got
Cos her love was all he ask of
Despite all his deeds and care
She left him so cold
She left him for a younger richer lover
She left for the money
Not love as usual
She got no love not at all
So She left cos she was just after
Her survival not love
He was heart broken
Tired and defeated
He got no other choice
All he wished for was gone
And left him in grief
So he sworn never again
Will such occur to him again
Never again as he chant
In pains
I will never be
No more a good man
OLD MAN FOX
Old man FOX in his La-Z-Boy chair
feeding his fuse all day.
Conditioned by hatred and fear,
rotting his brain away.
A hate harvested fear mongered,
MAGA cult minion,
used, abused, and bamboozled,
and spoon fed his opinion.
He's hillbilly born, shamed and scorned,
a social ne'er-do-well.
A narcissistic cover charge
to a special place in hell.
He never learned the social graces.
Left to fend for himself.
He fought to rise, and tried to hide
his background on a shelf.
The more he tries the less he'll change,
irrelevant of class.
Packaged and polished bigotry
Twas taught to him en masse.
His southern charm, meant to disarm,
obsequious and fake.
A since of freedom as pale as his skin
bought by a man on the take.
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who truly cares
A man who all my sorrows will bear
A man to cry to in times of despair
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who is true to his word
A man who is bound to his vow
A man in whose strength I can rely
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who makes me feel safe
A man whose warmth is a welcome embrace
A man whose every word is laced with grace
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who doesn't falter when i go wrong
A man who doesn't shy away when i stray
A man with principles as mighty as his build
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man whose being i know inside and out
And yet have so much more to learn
Since he is like the seasons that change
But have a way of remaining the same
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man, my man, my Christ
A man who died for me
And would do it again in a heartbeat
There Once Was A Man ...
There once was a man, oh so brave
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, him being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves ...
and not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wifes, called them slaves
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Caus his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’