Long Meet Poems
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All leaders are enough capable
To remove problems analyzable;
They set few goals achievable,
And strive to solve snags tangle.
Ready to meet challenges triple
Without any hurry or hustle.
Calm in disasters are as a temple
Faith and hope run apprehensible
In them, and are always adjustable
With all – top to bottom in jostle.
Have rights and duties analyzable
Keep them at length allowable;
War! Can forever involve trouble
Ready to fight with vigour amusable.
Leadership is a quality - acquittal
For those in difficulty are adjustable.
Beating below belt not admirable
Kind yet hard like a steel, abominable
And sweet both lie in a leader capable.
Solidly soft, yet greatly defendable;
Rigid, tough but right in tight tousle.
Napoleon and Gandhi are available
With him to any problem tackle.
Modi’s tongue, Teresa’s struggle –
All are there in a leader capable.
The vacuous state of inner being
Void of self awareness seeing
Who am I conceived in deceit
A false projection of myself to meet
A look within my fears do writhe
Anxiety stings demanding its lies
A chasm, a hunger, a need to feed
Oh source, Oh target, I feast while you bleed
From your essence I delight and devour
Fractured and broken, you're now in my power
From you I've taken your very soul
From you I've taken for myself to be whole
After you've given all that you are
Your soul is crumpled and tossed afar
I laugh at and mock you for caring so much
I praise my oblivion and destructive touch
Triumphant ruin of lives that I smite
Behold the narcissist, ultimate parasite
Love is Gentle as a fawn
New life in the woods
Green as a fern and fierce as a torrential rain
It flows like river sweeping you away
But kind as a down pillow at the end of a horrific day
It walks by rivers
and withstands storms
It faces down tornados
Jumps like a frog
Runs like a deer
Protects like a lion
and hides like a lamb
It reflects off of sunlight
and glints on the river rocks
It walks tall and falls down hard on paths of gravel
It is sweet like coffee and a morning muffin
but cruel like too much to drink
It's light as air
and thick as mud
It is quicksand and a mountain you climb
that touches the sky
Love is a rainbow and a flood
It's a soft touch and a severe locking of eyes
It is a kiss that never happens
and passion that will never acquiesce
It is promises kept and promises forgotten
It is here now and gone
sometimes
But then it's never gone
It is the tide that comes in on a tide that goes out
There are a thousand ways that love can meet you
as a wave and
leave you like a wave
A Rose in your hand
a rose by any other name that will never smell as sweet
as the first time...but will always smell so sweet
Even when it's a rose that you cannot touch
It is a Rose
you will remember forever
You sure about sitting on a tile roof? Jake asked his cousin Reflection.
Jake was not a risk taker, but they had a connection.
Meet me when the moon is ready, she said and you will feel the cool.
The brick tile roofs in Arizona go down in temperature daily as a rule.
Jake trusted Reflection but he was still a little wobbly about the risk.
He was a persnickety tomcat who swept his messy alley with a whisk.
You will love it, she reassured him. I would not lie about the moon.
He planned his climb up to the roof not one single second too soon.
Reflection was already up there, meowing her heart out in the night.
He climbed up and parked himself beside her; enjoying the moonlight.
Hey! What is all that caterwauling? A neighbor asked in a mean way.
The cousins thought it was funny; he was old Grouchy Mister McMay
A moonlight serenade drifts up to the stars
And joins the melody of the universe
Ebony notes accompany celestial guitars
And moonbeam rhapsodies soon disperse
The serenade plays with the steps of two
Evolving in love beneath a moonbow
Dancing to the ebony notes with a view
Their hearts rest with the soft music flow
Stardust descends as ivory notes join in
As he whispers sweet nothings in her ear
The tango of love is the dance within
And they dance a tune only lovers hear
Step by step, heartbeat by heartbeat
The music and love float to the sky
Light kisses under the moonbow meet
With impressions made in time floating by
Heidi Sands and Joseph May
8/4/17
Fathers and sons
By Michelle Morris
21/11/2022
It was cold there in his shadow
Fathers and sons struggle with their roles
He didn't support your sensitivity
You always felt he was a bully so cold
You lost yourself in drugs for years
Couldn't face your responsibilities
Didn't realise he was no angel
Until he killed someone so dear
Run, run for your life
Fast, fast as lightning strikes
Free, free from all those ties
Run, run, from all those lies
And now he's imprisoned by his greed
All his evil and murderous deeds
You got out and you got clean
It's time to face the world is real
Hitching rides and riding trains
Keeping your life off the rails
It may seem lonely and wild
But it gives you courage to be true
Run, run for your life
Fast, fast as lightning strikes
Free, free from all those ties
Run, run, from all those lies
Maybe one day you'll settle down
Meet someone sweet in a one horse town
Picket fences and mowing lawns
You'll write your own family story
Teach your kids about love and joy
How much kindness makes us whole
Heal your heart and heal your soul
Everyone can be their own hero
Run, run for your life
Fast, fast as lightning strikes
Free, free from all those ties
Run, run, from all those lies
Run, run for your life
Fast, fast as lightning strikes
Free, free from all those ties
Run, run, from all those lies
© Michelle Morris, 2022
There are many zones
the popular Twilight Zone
crossing the school zone
with all the basics
like writhing and reeling and
arrhythmias are fatal
for Western students
cluelessness, secrecy, and
incapacity
ignored globe grows dust
and the school's walls have blackboards
dartboards for target practice
the teachers alarmed
walled Glocks that toll assassins
the lambs are noisy
indoors and outdoors
the hung apple's score tallies
The Tree of Knowledge still grows
principal announced
school will close for funerals
the town folks will meet
and begs an answer
school razed for homeschooling
new breeds promise no more graves
twenty-twenty-five
parents, their kid's commencements
gymnasium armed
library screams sh!
nobody crossing zone signs
fronts empty cemetery
Hello Chair, Hello Loveseat
Hello chair, hello loveseat
Good afternoon glass table that my father gave me, among
other illustrations of gentleness and concern he gave me.
Greetings book of Shakespeare.
Hello to all those things around me;
...things.
Hello to the beautiful view outside my
bedroom, giving me a sense of sleeping in a jungle,
a wonderful sensation of beauty.
Say nothing to people in my apartment,
say nothing, because no one is there.
Oh, but how my mind thinks of others.
Toodles loneliness, toodles pictures of isolation.
Thoughts of living breathing friends and family
trumps isolation...
My friends and family are in my heart; singing.
II
Good afternoon glass table a kind soul gave me, among
illustrations and encounters of warm greetings he gave me.
We meet again, smiling.
Greetings book of Shakespeare, hello John Donne.
Continue speaking dog underneath my not so Elvis
of the 1970's jungle view, bringing sound to green
leaves and morning getting ready time.
We meet again, listening.
Greetings fellowship, Greetings "Young man, I
hear what you are saying."
No more down-time, no more solitary sad salutations mid-day
to the couch, thinking.
People, places, things....We meet again heart.
...heart connecting with mind, sitting alone, truly
knowing friendship and giving.
NYC, be very, ashamed!
One dead officer buried?
6th Avenue showed it’s honors!
The next day in gratitude,
You go out and destroy store shop owners?
No wonder death walks your streets.
Helpless women in smelly subways!
are beaten or their deaths do meet.
Children are killed or in faces shot?
Yes, your stinking mandates, cause
death a lot.
Hidden behind idiotic masks.
You adore them, admit it.
But on a dead policeman, you’d spit, in
a New York Minute?
1/31/2022
And a salute to NYC’s finest. And all, in cities across the USA who lose their lives...that we live! THANK YOU. Hardly enough?
Rod Culleton, what can I say? But thank you mate
For all the ways, all the stands; the fireside talks
You challenge the falseness, you've walked the walk
You represent 'true Aussie creed' we'll make it right
Just as she'll' we want true hearts and mate you'll
Do.' You've got back up 'a time or two' the foe within
Can't stand our type..The shrugging shoulderd devoid
Of hype, I know you were crook ' your true heart strained.!
By souless bludgers, they're one real pain.! In many
Behinds, Geez I wish they'd discover' some hearts and minds.'
I'll say one thing more, to all the above, get well stay strong
Aussie needs such blood.' The type that just don't count
Each cost..each trifle, and hurdle. What 'might be lost?'
But whats to gain.? I advise much more.! You've done us
Proud! emptied your store, your inner self, you put skin in; This game..' You stand for more; than some shallow fame.'
So i stand and salute you, I'll meet your eye.' This country
Was built on souls that try.' We'll stay the course we'll Smash each foe, I stand with Rod.! So all will know.' That
Aussies can hope, can dream; will strive 'good on ya Rod'
You've got; some bloody drive.!