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In April everything was green,
a patch of blue couldn't be seen,
the orange sun was kept away with dire;
I lied down a scented blanket of emerald...
while the yellow robins circled above
showing their aerial skills that impressed,
but the brown-winged hummingbirds perched
on plum trees created a piece of music so unique
that even a composer couldn't imagine...
how inspirational was their song to God!
Swaying auburn trees on a November magical day
show their lustrous colors to daze minds,
their branches undulated by the auspicious wind
remind me of that red-headed girl I kissed;
did her image vanish before I could express my dismay?
I assumed that manifesting passion would bind hearts!
This is one of my favorite places I often frequent
when loneliness grips me by a feeling of helplessness;
I've built an imagery temple to her frivolousness,
to someone too sensual and stripped of amorous intent...
kissing her under swaying auburn trees that enchant
and spread their delusional essence of stifling dissent!
A piece of music takes us by the hand
and leads us through its world from time to place,
from place to time by hand from land to land
within a vast expanse in which to pace.
But soon it's gone, has left my ears and life,
and moved its eyes to left, right, up and down.
It smiled so smugly as it gave me strife
and left me with these saddest eyes that frown.
Yet thank you, dearest sound, for being here
with notes and bars that aim to bring us pleasure.
We smile so hard to try to quell our fear
and try so hard to elongate our leisure.
This muse was swiftly here yet so soon parted -
yes, fled with speed. It's gone. We're broken-hearted.
(6 Jan 2023)
2025.4.11
Every day, I get up early, travel to M Central.
I waited for the piano to be available.
As soon as I opened its lid,
I wiped the keyboard clean.
Well, that perfectly fitted my nickname "Captain hygiene".
Currently, the first piece of music
Would always be the "Fall for you",
I did that to welcome the Autumn season.
As well as my addiction to the piano.
Then I played those songs which
I started in November last year,
Not in any particular order, one after another
I played them all out. I managed to play eight,
Two new ones since early this year.
I considered that was slow,
What could I do? I was getting old.
Then, I played others famous movies' theme.
Which I heard them in the seventy's.
I played just fine. But I needed to look at the keyboard,
There was time, I could not see the keys at all,
As the memories flooded into my head,
The music and lyrics melted my heart,
Together they formed tears well in my eyes.
I quickly wiped them off as they run down.
It was all my fault. I was too emotional.
Let my heart dictated my mind,
I was too soft, unable to control,
I should let the songs go,
They were not written for me.
They were composed before I existed.
Well, did that mean all human's heart and feelings
Were more or less beat the same rhymth.
Would I ever be able to write my own song?
One day, may be.
Nowadays, with AI, anything is possible.
But, I was not a fan of artificial,
I adore and admire pure and genuine things
Straight from the soul and out from the heart.
I HAVE EVERY THING.
I have a family,
The only member in it was me.
I have a partner in crime,
We both steal some time.
To beat the cancer and disease.
I have a partner in music,
We both played by the ears.
He played drum, guitar, then ukelele.
I played guitar, harmonica, then keyboard.
We read no music notes.
We both played piano.
I have a long lost dear friend,
I do not know how to make amend.
I have acquaintances,
We carry out the same performances.
I have a lover,
Who tried to be clever than me unnecessary.
I have a confession to make,
I still help you in secret ways.
I have an idea,
You turn all my theories into practices.
I have a dream,
A book full of my poems' stream.
I have an enemy,
That was me and me only.
I have last words to say,
I left you but my feelings continued to stay.
I have a dying wish,
I can compose one piece of music
Using my personal music language.
I have a secret,
Ssshhh!!!, I am not telling.
I have everything
Nothing is plenty enough for me.
Winter comes and it freezes.
It will leave and come back another year.
But the cancer and the incurable disease,
May come back and end our lives any time.
Inspired by joy.
There is joy in the world
By Michelle Morris
23/07/2025
There is joy in the world
But sometimes we're too busy to notice
Every bird that heralds the morn
Every sunrise that brightens our day
Every sunset and starry sky and aurora
Every colour and sound ever displayed
Every rainbow and cloudscape we treasure
Every country and culture and language
Every person and every soul
Every angel and demon we know
Every emotion and feeling we experience
Every lesson and blessing in life
Every quark and atom and cell
Every delightful meal and meeting enjoyed
Every moment we never want to end
Whether with a lover or a friend
Every child that jumps into puddles
Giggling and splashing about
Every toddler that makes a delightful mess
Grows their spark of curiosity evermore
Every person who does a happy dance
When they've accomplished something awesome
Every person who jumps and high fives
A win for them and their team
Every form of art in the world
Expanding hearts and minds
Every colour we use to express ourselves
Capturing creativity in all its splendour
Every piece of music and writing
Uniting souls beyond any limits
Melodies and lyrics and poetry
Rhymes and rhythms and song
For nothing is impossible
When you understand energy and magic
Frequency and vibration
Starlight and stardust and miracles
Seasons and changes and moments
Nature and consistent timings
The rhythm and rhyme is everywhere
Geometry and mathematics and science
There is joy in the world
It's waiting for you and I
Oh, my darling can't you feel it?
It's beyond space and time
© Michelle Morris, 2025
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"We are called home once more". This is hauntingly beautiful. I'm inspired to write a poem. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes.
We are called home once more
By Michelle Morris
17/02/2026
There is this longing
Deep within our souls
It ignites our hearts to remember
It helps our hearts become whole
The people who touch our lives
They become part of our bones
Our hearts and souls and DNA
They are where we find our home
Every moment we share together
Every blessing that is formed
Its warmth spreads through our bodies
Our connection is forever dawned
But nothing human lasts forever
We're here for a handful of God's years
We can only hope to make the best of them
Celebrate the wins and the tears
We are called home once more
We are starlight and stardust formed
Our eternal souls know better
Being human isn't our norm
We are meant to soar in space
In the Universe God made for all
We are called home once more
For us Heaven celebrates evermore
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
You float and soar the skies
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious
Thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate
How could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross
Albatross as you soar up high
you take my heart with your beauty
on your endless wanderings
and fill my heart with delight
For me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird
30/05/2013
contest Mood Music
long before he started Fleetwood Mac I knew Mac I have always thought Albatross to be the most beautiful haunting piece of music ever I would die happily to its notes Did you know that Mac did not think it good enough for release? Lucky for us the record company thought differently.
Stream through tower
Meandering like vagabond
Meandering like a stream
Stream carves its own course
Stream cuts deep gorges
Gorges like Grand-Canyon
Gorges are marvellous
Marvellous piece of music
Marvellous embroidery
Embroidery in golden thread
Embroidery on red velvet
Velvet soft and smooth skin
Velvet texture of Rose
Rose pink like her blushing cheeks
Rose water pool for queen
Queen so chivalrous
Queen with a tender heart
Heart rules mind in love
Heart is a quiver of emotions
Emotions make personality
Emotions weave relations
Relations balance our well-being
Relations bring solidarity
Solidarity brings cohesiveness
Solidarity builds society
Society gives culture and values
Society builds civilization
Civilization of ancient Greece
Civilization brings sophistication
Sophistication in rocket science
Sophistication in our qualities
Qualities by virtue of knowledge
Qualities of patience and courage
Courage to sacrifice
Courage to forgive
Forgive all sinners
Forgive thy enemies
Enemies attacked the castle
Enemies plotted to slay the king
King so benevolent
King patronised art
Art and literature
Art and architecture
Architecture of Taj Mahal
Architecture of leaning Pisa tower
Tower of church holds a huge clock
Tower has a big bell of bronze
Bronze
Clock!
©Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
It's obsessive Compulsive
An addiction For fiction
A need I must feed
To clot the bleed
I feen for intensity
Of searching for clarity
In an enchanting mystery
The opposite to reality
The house becomes still
Not a soul to entertain
It's time for my meal
Everyday it's the same
A short piece of music
A cosmetic aesthetic
The very reason they use it
To stir my fetish
It's an intense venom
Paired with tachycardia
Slow metabolism
Is how it'll get ya
Suspense induced paralysis
Excluding sticky fingers
My personal analysis
Lethargy lingers
So I keep coming back
Escaping my existence
I'm hooked like crack
Doomed to be defenseless
All my adult life, I have been inspired,
By people from all walks of life.
I met them and we became close friends.
As time went on, I bound to find them each a song,
Which perfectly described our friendship.
When the relationship reached its peak,
I felt the lyrics, seemed to be reciting my life's story,
And deliberately depicted our frienship.
Even the music, it was just perfectly composed,
To define my feelings.
Until last year, I met BB.
Somehow, for six months,
I could not find any song.
Most of the ones I heard and played,
Seemed to sway in front of his face.
I could not decide, which song would be suited.
I ended up trying lot of melodies,
As they appeared in my head.
Until one day, when BB said,
"As you know, I like being left alone"
His calm words, were like a sword,
Piercing through my heart,
Cut it into many parts.
I cried as I bled,
My blood stained my brain,
Over the time, as the blood drained,
It stained the words of the two beautiful songs,
Which I naively practiced,
They suited perfectly for BB and me.
They engraved in my heart.
It also made my life's journey harder.
It was obvious and clearer,
Since these two new songs,
Registered in my memories.
Not one single day, I do not play them,
"Goodbye my love" and "Helplessly in love"
Yes, they were like especially composed for me.
January this year, someone walked up to me,
We became acquaintances,
Few days later, he downloaded a very old piece of music,
He encouraged me to write the lyrics,
As the way I could feel in my heart.
I asked the name of the song,
He went further to disclose the name of the composer.
Whom I never heard of before,
But the music had already embedded in my head,
As a matter of fact,
I heard it three decades ago,
When I received a musical box.
I might have lost it after moving places,
But I shall never forget the name
And the lyrics I made for it.
The strange thing was, I supposed to find a song,
Not to be given from someone.
This was the first time,
It was strange and I wonder if it will happen again.