Long Rage Poems
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pick up the sword and feel the weight that crushed King George
and all his sins / cry out with rage kept deep inside / did cast my soul across
the seas / fair Hadley, dark and hidden there / did spy upon the distant hill,
King Phillip's writhing , coiled snakes descend upon the helpless church / when suddenly
I could not stop, my flashing swords and bloodied thrust did quench my burning,
vengeful heart / a ghost arose, an "Angel" they cried, forever told in history / set free
the demons calling him to free this place where peace did see / and disappear once more
from sight / my blood, now yours, eternity...
"Angel Of Hadley" by Frederik A. Chapman (circa 1850) can be viewed in Forbe's Library
forbeslibrary.org/special/Angel...... or google "Angel Of Hadley"
"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese"
Some wine and cheese
If you would please
Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed
Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as an unwelcome guest
I’ve ornamented ideas that will go unheard
Reading them will be seen as a vulture transcribed word
“A Stale Birthday Cake,” could be submitted
But a lot of terms are not permitted
If I leave those texts out to describe my rage
It might as well be written in the stone age
Here’s an example, “ , ” substantial white noise is found on this page
“The Penetralia Ruby Queen,” hint, the anatomy
But, is there no shame, outcry, how dare I, the audacity
It conveys about some person with a dancing nymph’s fantasy
But it altercates against the morals of Christianity
Here’s an example, “ , ” undeniably excommunicated for blasphemy
The villainous bark, scream, “Cultures Dark Theme”
It’s something written from a nightmare’s dream
If submitted, it would drive the masses into insanity
Yet, this piece of work prohibits the usage of profanity
Here’s an example, “ , ” silenced because others must be spared of its inhumanity
“The World’s Playground” still waiting to see if it gets banned
Negligent in comprehending the rules beforehand
The lyrics uses a word to describe a person who gets paid
In an ideal world, I could just switch the rhyme to being laid
Here’s an example, “ ,” my apologies for the cross realm alabaster masquerade
Finally, “Unzipped Apple Core,” was written as a rant indeed
Bitten by the fire ant, I was hoping it would supplant a seed
But apparently the flying monkey festival has everyone strapped to a ticking time bomb
Another useless firework display to a bromide poem, so turn the page to end this sitcom
The doctor said, "Take this. It will cure the social disease”
So, for my last supper please, I would like some wine and cheese
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Bruce Banner turned into the Hulk when he got a flu shot.
He turned into the Hulk because it hurt a lot.
He smashed the doctor's office and broke the doctor's neck.
You should've seen that office afterward, it was a wreck.
The Hulk was abgry, that shot filled him with rage.
He was so furious that he went on a rampage.
Batman and Robin tried to stop the Hulk but he ripped off their heads.
They thought their utility belts would defeat him but now they're dead.
The army shot the Hulk with a nuclear missile and blew him apart.
When he saw the missile, he lost bladder control and let out a fart.
That was a nasty fart, it could be smelled as far as 200 miles away.
People had to put clothespins on their noses, they'd seen better days.
Many buildings and people were smashed when the Hulk was through.
But he couldn't beat the army, they turned the Incredible Hulk into goo.
And in the nights of moonlit days,
She captured the shattered windows of pains
The ending nights into the caves,
Where she went with the shattered pains
Made her thought of a trance of hope
Where the hate whisper the beauty of shades.
But to the hate of deadly gaze,
The darkened waves, off the solace into the wavy grane.
Into the heart of shady trace,
She goes with the movement of rage.
The aches of heart makes her deep,
Into the soles of fiery sleep.
Where she ended the eyes of race,
Met into the graves of shadowy traits
The final night meant in the dark of a creep,
Creates a flame of dancing deep.
Went by the lights into caves,
Founded herself with blazes of blades.
All that flames met in the eyes,
Carved her heart into the shape of glaze.
The burning steel made her alive,
Into the veins of reels of live.
Wavy shades of teary bloods,
Kept in the shiny phase locked blades.
To herself, in the midway night,
Kept her eyes by the molten steels of teary fate.
And in the garden of shivers, down in the alley,
Inherited powers of teary blades of fiery,
Slotted the awaiting eyes into darkened sea,
Where the canvas feared and flee.
The apricity of blood shaped the blade,
Into the heart of sinking sins of fade.
And into the face of clearing shades,
She made a new way of creepy blades.
To the moon of scars that slotted fairy games,
She ended up making her own canvas of rains.
Wholly the depth of shades that resides,
Went into the phase of fears of decides.
A flame that flickers reared her eyes,
Met into the ways of teary ice.
The bleeding words shown into the ways,
But the slotted jar ended up in the depths of days.
The burning blades sheared and fade,
Where the melting steels cleared and shade.
Heart of race kept in the plane of dying days,
Worn into the cases of bleeding tales.
The movement of rage kept into the plane,
In the nightes of shades of pain,
The scars talked to the wavy ocean of rain,
The amidst shown the wholly creation of gain.
Addiction II
I listen carefully to gage what you are covering up
To hear if your words are slurred
Or your outlook too bleak,
Or if you have verged into mania.
I tell myself,
This is the nature of addiction.
I try not to take it personally, but
I internalize your depression and misplaced rage.
I love to hear from you on a good day
Straining towards the normalcy in your voice
Recalling how you once were, and could be again
Imagining all the fun we could have as sisters.
Setting myself up to fall when you crash.
I cover for you to try to spare others the worry
How many stints in the ICU will it take
“to reach rock bottom?”
I have been encouraged to walk away but I cannot.
My guilt and my love and my powerlessness weigh heavy.
This is the nature of addiction.
I was elated at being your wife;
we walked down the aisle
both with a huge smile
we’d promised we’d be together for life.
‘Twas at her request
your ex was our guest.
Her eyes pierced us like daggers - if looks could kill!
She beckoned you over, it made me feel ill ...
There would be hell to pay
It had twisted her mind your rejection.
We got in the car
it was not too far
and arrived at the wedding reception.
She stood stony faced,
said you’d got poor taste!
You said ’look we’re through. I’ve just married Hannah,
please don’t create trouble at Darkwood Manor’
There would be hell to pay
She sat seething at the wedding table
then in a foul rage
leapt onto the stage
I screamed ‘Darling, run if you are able’ ...
I was so afraid
She plunged in a blade
Bright scarlet blood began gushing from your heart
Our marriage vows said until death do us part
No one thought I’d be widowed right from the start
There would be hell to pay...
Killed on your wedding day
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5/24/18
Above the horizon at the edge of sky, a somber slate,
on the wings of surging storm nimbus clouds stride.
For the spent golden sun to go down they don’t wait,
unleashed, in rampant rage they all well up and glide.
The silent seamless sky is shaken, shattered asunder,
peels of ebon pile descend in molten deluge of torrent.
Opaque emptiness shuddered by the tearing thunder,
burns in forked flicker for a fraction of time transient.
Flash of lightning blazes in the cold lattice of azure fire,
lazuli light leaves the lingering sound to languish behind,
strikes me with deafening wave, rattling the layers of air,
transfixed in the open by sudden flare I go almost blind.
The sound sinks in the quietude of innate introspection,
the sapphire light shimmers within my serene essence.
The lilac lining of consuming clouds kindles my vision,
my soul immerses in divine bliss at still depth of silence.
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May 9, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Let's be the good in every love story. Let's be the Love and Light.
1 of 2:
Love is sometimes everything
(Shimmering inside your heart and soul)
By Michelle Morris
03/02/2024
Love is sometimes an illusion
It's a mirage that comes and goes
Beautiful and ephemeral
Like the views across the coast
One moment it is sunny
The next it is overcast
Shimmering beneath the waves
Are those currents we shouldn't cross
Love is sometimes a destroyer
We bend ourselves inside out as it wills
Seductive and exciting
Like the allure of those little pills
One moment you are lucid
The next you're out of your mind
Shimmering beneath your skin
The bitterness with the sublime
Love is sometimes a trickster
We get confused by hormones and chance
A situation that can spin out quickly
Like a tornado sweeps across a farm
One moment there is substance
The next everything is destroyed
Shimmering beyond Truth and Light
The Fates have given their warnings
Love is sometimes unforgettable
We can't move on from the ties that bind
No matter how badly they treat us
We hang on to our Hope and Kindness
One moment there is a connection
The next we're ghosted for good
Shimmering beneath our hearts
Is the Darkness that begins to brood
Love is sometimes transient
It flows through us and those we meet
We try to hold on to the feelings
But are only met with Loss and Defeat
One moment there is happiness
The next we're out in the rain
Shimmering inside each memory
Is what's left of humanity's pain
Love is sometimes unspeakable
It's in the bruises and breaks that they give
If you don't escape the battlefield
You might not get to live
One moment there is calm
The next the rage is unleashed
Shimmering inside their hearts
Is the Darkness that they're feeding
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© Michelle Morris, 2024
A world gone mad
where up is down
and logic flees
A child discerns
but not the fool
enchanted by
his party’s stripe
The lady, blind
a thumb weighs heavy
on her scales
High, hubris reigns
over the now
unable to recall
the recent past
or to consider the effects
it sets in motion
for the day
that comes
To rage
to rail against
these circumstances
out of reach
out of control
enjoins one to
this company of fools
Retreat
into the solitude and peace
that is the quiet life
cut off from all the noise
For He who sits on high
derisive, laughs with scorn
at those who would be king
I Light A candle.
For all the love, and all the lost.
For all who paid the cost.
I light a candle.
For the memories that live.
All the souls who died.
For the mother's who cried.
Because, the Devil lied.
I light a candle.
I light a candle for you.
I light a candle
because, yesterday is gone.
and as I write this poem,
of flames of love everlasting.
For the times that's passing.
For every breath,
and I'm gasping.
for 9/11,
Planes crashing.
I light a candle.
For the slaves,
for the power, pain, and rage,
of my ancestors,
for the lost man,
superiors and warriors.
For the Gods of the land
who died taking a stand.
Because, I can.
I light a candle,
with flames that will burn for eternity.
I light a candle for you,
in your memory from me.
I light a candle for the human race,
for the judgement,
for the day.
For a God who gave his only son,
for us to live today.
For the pain he must have felt,
because, he made and paid the way.
I light a candle
for the suffering of many.
I light a candle
for your memory
I light a candle
even when I'm feeling empty.
Thanking God,
that he's with with me.
that he's with me.
I Light A Candle