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What I the things
I choose to write about
Come through my pen unto me
Out of seemingly nowhere apparently
So even I myself seldom do not know
The places where my imagination goes
In order to fetch and find them from
Is often darker than the deepest
Color scarlet congealed and cellular
Blood vein viscus red ink
That flows throughout and from my sanctity
Mind body soul heart head to toe
Best described as like a donation or transfusion
Alluding to reading again to this conclusion
Is the ink my thoughts and words
Merely simply just an illusion a trick
I play unto myself but prefer to share with an audience
For the sole benefit of placating me
Rather than supposed to being
Of hopefully some use and help
To someone else suffering in need out there
Who unfortunately feels can relate and sees the world
As I do both them as well
Poetry is an art form of blood letting
But although words are a rallying cry
A way or means to an end
Words not backed up with meaningful actions
Then becomes inconsequential and superfluous
Both worthless and demeaning no descript
And a sure fire sign that the undersigned author
Writes for no other reason than
To do so for the sole benefit of pleasing themselves
And my heart bleeds for them also as well
As they are the unfortunate kind and likes of people
Who will gladly and willing steal others
Pennies out cast into a wishing well
And yet still somehow be able to
Sleep soundly well at night
Packaging
Odorous
Objects
Projected
People
Offer
Other
Perceptions
People
Ordain
Offensive
Philosophies
Psychological
Onslaught
On
Philosophy
Presented
On
One's
Plate
People
Occupy
Outer
Parameters
Persons
Oscillate
Over
Preponderance
Pious
Officers
Offer
Pontifications
Pretending
Offers
Outlandish
Presuppositions
Proliferations
Of
Outdated
Platonism
Plagiarism's
Only
Odoriferous
Pal
Past
Odors
Of
Popery
Prelate
Ordinations
Of
Potpourri
Pretentious
Outcries
Often
Perturbate
Picketing
On
Ostentatious
Presumptions
Purposely
Obstructing
Our
Peace
Perfunctory
Offerings
Often
Plenary
Passing
Of
Odorous
Peeps
Picking
Of
One's
Probiscis
Plugging
Outlets
Often
Penetrated
Penetrating
Observations
Overturns
Perversion
Piecemeal
Obfuscation
Overshadows
Positivity
Placating
Out-front
Of
Platitudes
Prehistorically
Outlandish
Oversight
Provided
Put-ons
Overly
Off
Putting
Previous
Outdated
Oracles
Proffered
Predestination
Overlooked
On
Prejudice
Pantheon
Of
Opaque
Problems
Conclusion:
Pallial
Overt-ers
Overpouring
Poo
Pavlov's
Over-salivating
Over
Pealing
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Apologising all the time is often an after-effect of trauma; a self-preservation technique survivors may think they still need to utilise in order to protect themselves.
Everyone is healing from something. Let's try to be kind to one another.
Blessings.
I'm sorry
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022
"I'm sorry" is something people often say
Whether they are really sorry or not
But once in a while you'll meet someone
Who says "I'm sorry" an awful lot
You might think them stupid
You might think them lame
You might think they're silly
Or that they're playing some game
But, if you do some research
Or if you choose to care
You might realise they've been abused
Deeply and irrevocably for years
Their childhood trauma lingers
Their abuse from too many years
Their spouse played on their feelings
And gaslit them with emotional fears
They are genuinely sorry
They really don't mean to keep saying it
They're so used to placating abusers
That it becomes second nature
So, if you meet a sweet person
Who says "I'm sorry" all the time
Please try to be patient and gentle
Consider compassion and being nice
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Monopolising Youth And Sorrow
Elevations of my soul soar toward the remnants of a dream
Revelations on growing old pour out from behind a stifled scream
Contemplations on what is sold when they are looking to demean
Vaccinations for a cold that conjures up something else that we need to clean
Hybrid inflections of my own vocal intonations spoken loud
Cybrid reflections of the local community standing proud
I hid my good intentions in humility so it went unnoticed like a cloud
Then rid my inane inventions of the need to be read aloud
Placating a crying child at the latest social sense of some injustice felt
Berating a sighing wild woman for some recompense for what she’s dealt
Negating a dying portion of my defense that can’t be helped
Aggregating a lying fortune teller for the notches upon her animal pelt
Cascading waterfalls that know it all as each droplet begins to fall
Crusading commissioners that show their hand and try to remain standing tall
Parading provisioners that refuse to give an inch of kindness or at all
Degrading derisioners that choose to refuse to relent and constantly show their gall
Light to bear an obvious burden that will not go away
Sight to tear a ludicrous sermon to pieces on a sacred Sunday
Delight to wear the luminous speakers thoughts who has something to say
Insight to hear the subtle sounds of discernment and decay
A subtle refine of elegance blazed across the sky
The trouble in the recompense of someone always asking why
A bubble of sorrowful defence as I’m so inclined to cry
As the rubble of their pretence makes me report another wide eyed sigh
Wisdom and the benevolence that Rumi writes of constantly
Children get through a broken fence as I stand there observing solemnly
Give them a solid defense as they don’t stand a chance without it properly
As the system relents and continues to dance around the next monopoly
The End Copyright
Upon making
the treacherous
undertaking optimal
poetic theme to write
dangerous, and
arduous foray into
spooky catacomb, I in vite,
where fear doth
dill liver worst
trek to our mailbox tonight
risking life and limb
at very right
angled turn
summoning em mon ent
mettle pluck quite
for quotidian plight,
asper hiding unseen creatures
sealed in dark shadows
along the edge of night
way after deep
into nighttime hours,
I cautiously slink
with steely might
thru barely adequate light
even for this healthy
as an ox good knight
relying on a Jack o'lantern
designed jacklight
with superb vision,
and supreme insight
steadily held above
mine five feet and
ten inches average height
espy spilling thru underneath
securely eye
booked deal lee shut tight
locked heavy metal doors,
a faint glimmer
sans gaslight
possibly from blaring,
flashing, and placating
television screen se
essentially keeping curmudgeonly
aged residents company,
while reminiscent nostalgic
"FAKE" memories take flight
as such wistful
foregone reflections
upon the gift of
a watermelon pickle excite,
viz the cobwebbed
whirled wide
give "tearful", though
pained years gone by
blinkered back teary delight
a hermetically sealed story,
one will never
get ghost written, nor
affixed with a copyright
depressingly clamped
down inescapable
emotionally stagnating
autobiographical blight.
She was that pretty female figure who dazzled every one
She would easily repulse advances while getting a load of the goodies
She could take the drinks you offered with a sublime smile for an apology
Many are the tables not to mention bed her essence has graced
She was the most skimply and seductively dressed on any occasion
Coco Mohan's Hagger Black pear Space Q campus clubs she frequented
Exchanging one dollar loaded Hank for another of her liking
So I was taken aback to a few months down the line to find her
On her knees begging her new hot loaded catch.. 'babe am not like that's
Babe am begging on my knees kindly understand and accept me
See She had found her Mr right but the environment was unchanged
So the ugly past head kept rearing up and disrupting her happily ever after
She had found love but fate and destiny was not yet done with her
Cupid had shot his arrows and softened this heart to a placating soul
We all watched tongue tied not intervening.. babe babe am not like that
She begged in earnest but her partner knew which emotional strings to pull
He used guilt trapping to make her clingy and an emotional mess
A part of me felt sorry for I noted this as emotional abuse
I fell short on naming this relationship toxic lovers web
I reprimanded myself on my psycho analytical approach to relationships
See I have been watching and I believe She is ready to settle down
That is if her prince charming doesn't destroy her emotionally
I pray they mature to a level of friendships and mutual care
Taking gentle care with each other's hearts while recognizing they all have a past
Shouldn't be too hard to forge a strong relationship with mutual love n care
She finally makes him stop his indicting words and offer loving tokens
She has a hand that gently pull his heart string but the emotional luggage
She will have to overcome and allow herself to forgive her own self..
While giving room for another to love her fully and unreservedly
I leave wishing them happiness in their utopian relationship
Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting,
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding
vim, vinegar and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late
ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of the Gods with fulfillment
temporarily quicken ends euphoric,
albeit 'pon firm meant soberly drunk.
Ah...nothing more uplifting
than (Anita Bryant raisin eyebrows)
plugging sunkist orange treat,
this sensate being privy,
sans front row seat
agog at orchestral, festival, viz
choral paean courtesy sweet
flora and fauna feat
bequeathed to Mother Earth,
a requiem pulsating with heartbeat
pitch perfect exultation
glorifying spring days soon obsolete
ethereal, ideal, and
sensational tonic to gin
prestidigitation, qua
natural psychological helpmeet
pleasant distraction with intent to read
temporarily placating, needling craving
for Pete sakes daily
fix this news junkie,
trembling when complete
awareness he doth accrete,
where quite glum, how
civilization didst mistreat
planet, hence feeling downbeat,
especially haunting ghosts of
Native Americans drumbeat
signal harbinger debacle
i.e. environmental doomsday
soon fated extinction
sealed and complete
inexorably inching closer to reality
necessitating superman to defeat
global warming rendering vast swaths
uninhabitable as Gaia global
temperature packs tremendous heat!
"FAKE" assertions unstoppably
bandied with beef,
(sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap)
courtesy of commander in chief
trumpeted as a way to backout,
embarrassment analogous to the thief
of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas
woe philly pops thought balloon of mine
reckons with transparent "good grief"
within mind of yours truly,
who finds himself dumbstruck
aghast, and shaking noggin with disbelief
how people can be so gullible
who would just as lief
eat a pin cushion to deliver strep throat relief.
First amendment teeter totters on brink
of dissolution mainly by the rat fink,
whose defamation against journalists
risking life and limb, yet not shrink
king enlightening liberal minded, who think
similar to myself, imposter
hood drums utter rubbish
while feeling teed off puttering
along Mar a Lago,
or another owned golf link
resorting to silence protesters
whisked off to the klink.
Distortions, (nee outright
blatant lies) saturate
social media platforms,
which followers didst rate
as their numero uno slate
supposedly reliable sources
harkening back to papa retaliate
Tory Bush prez administration,
regarding patrilineal shogunate
where Iraq summarily
targeted for crashing Kuwait
violating, jeopardizing, and
compromising vital oil, literate
folks suspected, that critical
lubricant mandatory to resonate
greasing western civilization
particularly self anointed great
super power USA, hence
alarmists didst exaggerate,
whose military intelligence
industrial leaders got irate
contracting complex projecting
global economy would vacillate
and, perhaps take Kamikaze nosedive
hence procrastination could not wait
demanding based on sketchy accusation
Saddam Hussein, and his ilk ultimate
harbored weapons of mass destruction
despite lack of distilled proof,
would severely truncate
nary a trace sniffed out,
nonetheless damn the torpedoes blitzed
in an effort to triangulate
miscreant running amuck
eventually met demise
with Bush Junior delivering
permanently placating tete a tete,
no matter dispensing top notch
fighting soldiers, whose strong
lifeless bloodied bodies remain prostate.
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading
spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams
cadenced with
rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal.
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze like emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness.
The sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to the void
of oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…