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In my haze dividing
I clown my hysteria inviting
A will to finish this degrading
Life of fawning.
Forsaken by rape
Of a virgin in wanting
Now this life is a canvas
Of abandonment
And consoling.
Into hell I cast all wishes and desires
And petty arguments of
Gifted minds in drunken stupor.
I glide on failing and bathing in fire..
On tonight's global gift
I am debunked and scolded
For not falling in line
With this destiny distorted.
No junk in my veins,
No pop to my verbiage
Forever now grounded
In rules of the Owner.
I vow and repent
For this final agreement
That ripped through my decision
To try and offer a help I can't muster.
I met her on a towering cruise ship,
the Benthic Princess, a vacation trip.
Her platinum hair shimmered in waves,
a beckoning smile that asked me to stay…
That first dinner was quite magnificent,
we talked and talked, like life-long friends,
then we danced with others in a grand ball,
so enrapt, I barely noticed midnight’s call.
When the clock chimed, she took my hand,
led me to her cabin on the aft end,
the taste of her kisses played with my head,
we stumbled backwards, fell down to the bed…
Then I awake, in the dark and the gloom,
surrounded by the shadows of my bedroom,
the glow of it fades as my mind retrieves
the true memory of my time on the sea.
It was six months ago when I saw her,
I bought her a drink and we conversed,
it was a bit forced, somewhat constrained,
awkward chit-chat about both of our days.
She looked like an angel, but was fond of wine,
we danced, my foot her heels did find.
I finally gave up making a go of it,
saw her later puking over the rail of the ship.
Yet for all these months I’ve had this dream,
the meaning of it leaves me less than serene…
It puts me in a very tragic mood,
when my mind whips up a scene so good,
not because I don’t enjoy such thoughts,
but because it muddles what is, and is not.
Imagination can dream up perfect things,
that soothe the mind and make souls sing,
it can turn lush skanks into glorious pearls,
but it can never change the rules of the world.
It sets an insane standard in the mind,
then ignores the truth, the toil, the grind…
It feels more real then what you see and touch,
but in the real world, you find no such luck.
Sometimes I think it’s a tragedy,
that we can imagine what cannot be,
that we can create what the world denies,
that imagined heavens are real world lies.
Perhaps it would be simpler if it disappeared
and freed us of so many waking fears,
freed us of the desire to compare,
the dreams of mind, and what’s out there.
But that is another step too far,
imagination is part of what we are,
to believe it could vanish is as insane
as trying to build a world without pain.
So I lay back down on my pillow,
with this dissonance I’ll forever know,
the skank will turn to a platinum queen,
the lie will forever be haunting me…
Don't Do It
As a parent I have caught myself
Many times saying this phrase
My first son's name in Noah
So our favorite kids book had come to be
One titled No No Noah
Then I was like he needs to learn
To use his own mind and learn
From his mistakes to become independent
So I am now gonna take one into these
Don't do it, don't eat that , don't lie
Don't cheat, don't murder, don't envy,
Don't steal, don't drink that, don't eat to much,
Don't watch that, don't commit adultery,
You better not put that fork in the outlet,
You better look both ways before you get run over,
There is an endless chain of do's and don't
My foolish mind can't remember all these
So that I might appear good to man
God gave us laws and rules before Jesus
And even to this day for the ungodly
But those which have been washed clean
These have been written on your hearts and minds
For the divine father leads your path
There will be guilt within to show you
You will see all the evil that tries to pull you back
If you feel it is pulling you out of God's will
Leave it whatever it is to remain in peace and joy
This is the purpose of our heavenly father
For He will mold you into a Child of God
Our earthy father if we have one present
Is to teach how to make it in this world
Unless they have the spirit of God to direct them
May God comfort, guide, and fill you with
His love , peace and joy , And fill you with
The mystery and truth in His word
If I could stop the hands of time
By Michelle Morris
20/12/2023
If I could stop the hands of time
If I could turn them back to the beginning
I would fix it all
I would heal everything
I'd make us a better humanhood
I'd create peace and happiness with Light
I'd promote hope and faith
I'd ensure everything would turn out right
But all of this is wishful
For life is messy and complicated
We're all evolving with growth and changes
We're all adapting to circumstances and Fate
And ultimately what would I achieve
Stopping our souls from these many journeys
Forcing God and His Universe
To expand Heaven and Hell with yearnings
If I could stop the hands of time
I know that it would require great trust
To let them fly free and onwards
Until Death turns us all into dust
For nothing is truly forever
And everything truly is
For we are everything and nothing
We are the reason the Universe exists
Manifesting through us creatures
We mortals, complex and cruel
We sinners and saints and miracles
We, the reason for Karmic rules
For the Universe needs us
Or maybe we just wish it so
Because if we were no longer here
The Universe would still grow
© Michelle Morris, 2023
LOVE has a rhythm
That beats the heart with dance
The skin yields to flow
As the feet leap into chance
Feelings are fleeting
The mind can't be trusted
Useless connections pull
Wanting to be dusted
Windows threaten to open
Doors swing wide
As a tantalizing voice
Tries to pull you inside
....but LOVE
Lord O' Mercy, such a mess
Tangled and gnarled mesh
Human touch tightens
As it endeavors to enlighten
...a way out
Tie a ribbon around the eyes
Put plugs in your ears
Never again, startle
At the various sounds you THINK you hear
Place gloves on your hands
Put soda on the tongue
Dull the passions
That ignited when you were young
Draw self into the moment
Yield your heart to LOVE
Spirit, alone, will lead
Without pull, longings, pushes, or shoves
...into melody
Bound, gagged, limp, and deaf
You will move with purpose and ease
Who rules the Kingdom of LOVE
But the one who has been given the keys
Enter into peace, little ones
Dance to the beat of your own drum
Knowing that every wonky step, is yours
HIS STORY is already done
....and LOVE has won!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10/20/2019
The happily ever after...
He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.
Then from the kitchen came the vision he had searched so far and wide for.
He asked stepmother what she'd lied for
To say the three of them were all.
A flash, a crash, there was the gown, and then he saw her bare right flipper,
And on the left, a crystal slipper…
The girl he'd danced with at the ball.
The stepmother feigned regret that they had sadly so misjudged her,
T'was for her good that they'd begrudged her,
But to a prince one shouldn't lie.
On her wedding day the trio met the fate they should have dreaded,
They were arrested and beheaded,
And Cindy never blinked an eye.
The wedding feast and celebration were the grandest in the nation,
The king and queen felt jubilation,
Their son was "normal", after all.
They could retire and the crown would be passed down to their descendants,
Their kid, grandkids, and co-dependents,
They were so glad they'd had that ball.
But on their wedding night the prince confirmed his sexual confusion,
And forced them both to the conclusion,
Theirs was no fairy tale romance.
But still they made the marriage work, although they had no little nippers,
Sometimes he wore her gown and slippers,
And Cinderella wore the pants.
So, in conclusion, Cinderella got her semi-happy ending,
In spite of all the rules I'm bending
To tell her tale and make it new.
It wasn't meant to be so grand,
But what my muse commands, I do,
And now in bidding fond adieu,
My hat is off to those of you
Who stuck it out and read it through.
The End
What activates my reflex arc
And causes me to shiver?
Which stimuli come into play
To set my nerves aquiver?
At home alone at dead of night
A creak will make me skittish.
My lower lip begins to drop
In fashion quite un-British! *
And should I inadvertently
Whilst in the garden walking,
Be tickled by a spider's web
The shock will leave me balking.
Don't mention snakes and darting bats
Obnoxious smells and vermin,
Or scraping sound as chalk meets board,
For all will leave me squirming.
In other matters I am bold;
No lily-livered chicken.
But when sheer instinct rules the roost
It leaves my senses stricken.
* in contrast to the traditional British 'stiff upper lip'
08.06.19
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Michael learns to rock,
Something you should know;
Come on and dance,
You'll never know.
Strange foreign beauty,
Naked like the moon;
I'm gonna be around,
Let's build a room.
The actor, looking at love,
Complicated heart, African queen;
Someday, gone after midnight,
Party, magic, crazy dream.
A different song, whatever it may take,
Ocean of love, a kiss in the rain;
One more minute, forever and a day,
Tell it to your heart, more than a friend.
Romantic balcony, sweetest surprise,
Anyway you want it, I still carry on,
Love will never lie, it's gonna make sense,
Don't have to lose, everlasting love song.
Blue night, silent times,
Final destination, judgment day;
We shared the night,
You took my heart away.
Paint my love,25 minutes,
Sleeping child, out of the blue;
Breaking my heart, eternal flame,
Call on love, I'll wait for you.
That's why (you go away) ,
Look around, breaking the rules;
Time for changes, laugh and cry,
If you leave my world.
Nothing to lose,
Take me to your heart;
How many hours,
Michael learns to rock.
NOTE: The lines in this poem are the same titles of MLTR's selected songs.
Tell those little sh*ts to get their grubby mitts off our adored BBC
Applaud our global player & noble naysayer slayer lobal pedigree
Proof sleuth with facts truth acts & fights spoofs aloof uncouth pacts
Boorish bores banging on more doors scores culture wars at all hours
Sod off you toff …from the off this creation belongs to the nation is ours
Beacons lights..Aunty's moreish delights & rights wrongs for you & me..
The BBC
Want views on that ruse which skews slews media does confuse
Paul & Ian with their peers spurn amuse burn abuse turn the screws
Politicians churn flee the crew on their pews glee at taking the pee
Cheers for 30 years of you know who.. Have I got News for You
The BBC
The tally of trail blazing skits..wits rally with amazing gambits & hits
Us all gladder for the traitors creators or scribes jibes of Blackadder
Del boy joy rapscallion with medallion rules..only fools & horses
BBC our greatest cultural forces can be racy & pacy going doolally
Partridge in a flair tree or nothing can scare her..Sarah in Happy Valley
Or might reckon Barry does marry Essex should beckon.. Gavin & Stacey
The BBC
A fix of the world’s best radio mix…our choice the alternative voice of 6
Caress finesse of TMS ..best way to end Saturday bless Match of the Day
All the classical Pom aplomb from a night at the Proms in the Albert Hall
London realms cover to cover from that other older brother Robert Elms
Our plea she must be free to bewitch so don't bit*h & ditch the licence fee
The BBC
Which is why especially today I say Aunty…our everlasting British Broadcasting corporation
Ignore twits & gits & with the rest of the nation..thanks for casting our cultural celebration
I lean on you..critics in a tizz hither thither we dithers it "Withers" lean on me...love u to bits!
Won’t lie will tell us why.. the objective high vis collective “WE” …that is and could only be
The BBC
I rode into town with the sun sinking low,
I thought "it's too quiet, somehow they know"
I wrote his name on the bullet, loaded it into the gun
He had taken my farm and shot my dear son.
I walked in the saloon, I said "find me Maclay!"
The bartender whispered, "Boy, best walk away."
But vengeance runs deeper than whiskey or wine,
And I’d come too far to back down this time.
(Chorus)
It’s The Good, the Bad and the Ugly out here,
You live by the gun and still you're in fear.
With a hand full of aces or a deck full of lead,
You’re either in the ranks of the quick or the dead.
A ghost from the past stood tall in the square,
His hand on his Colt, with a cold, steady glare.
"I sent you to hell, but you wouldn't stay,"
I grinned as I answered, "It's your turn to pay."
A flash, then a crack—smoke rose in the air,
And one man lay dying, the rules say it's fair.
No saints ride for sinners, angels won't wait,
Just an expedited road to Heaven’s Gate.
I should have been elated, but I just felt grim
Had I committed justice, or an unforgivable sin?
But the undertaker rested, the bells tolled their sound,
Another lost soul was six feet in the ground.
(Outro)
They'll forget us both when the years roll by
But I drew faster so postponed the day when I die
They respect the strong horse, in your time too
If you want justice, strength makes it true.