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HONORABLE AWARD POEM :
Allpoetry July 26
Prompt : Evanescence: Album Sanctuary
Song : Sanctuary
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[Intro]
Now is the time
awake to shine —
above and below together !
separation’s in smithereens
sky an expanse filled with dreams
no more distortions beaming
towers toppling, new earth asking
truth no masking —
[Verse 1]
Go into sanctuaries
solitude in limitless dark
building safe arks
inner strength uncrackled
virgin life unbuckled
[Pre-Chorus]
You are here touching
astral stroking
hush hushing
[Chorus]
We are our own sanctuaries
lies with hypocrisies no odyssey
let them walk skew paths
we make our own ark
[Verse 2]
Plumed serpents we moulted
watching for those who came
sanctified by our suffering
in darkness we were buffering
[Chorus]
We are our own sanctuaries
lies with hypocrisies no odyssey
let them walk skew paths
we make our own ark
[Bridge]
Over aeons we served the All
missions without constrictions
guided by seven rays alluding
now we are concluding
[Interlude]
Into sanctuaries we go
hush hushing
towers are toppling
solitude in limitless dark
coupling, no hustling
[Chorus]
We are our own sanctuaries
lies with hypocrisies no odyssey
let them walk skew paths
we make our own ark —-
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Can't keep refusing it's on the hands of you
Is this the haunting image of hell I view?
So, to care or plead for my discreet silence
Weak hands are calling to you for guidance
Praying to get help for feelings that permeate
Like watching, hurting, rolled down a sewer grate
Gentle hands tapping a telegraph in dotted code
Seek to find salvation before all these feelings erode
Scared to run, diseases like this don't seem to phase you
Are the answers to it all, I read, found in a hard wooden pew
I wish I had your faults, there aren't many, but I have found a few
Wringing hands, no answers, come fly around my hell, all a skew
No blasphemy intended, no one nailed to the board
Once written, answers in time, by the pearl gate lord
The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that
resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla, was upon
us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black.
From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all,
like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved
to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived
trailing a wall of downpour and flickering, electric thunder.
Our study group had run over, as they tend to do. Most of the
members urgently moved to pack up (they’d be campus bound).
An unpropitious rumble and fierce flare of light, revealed that mild
twilight had swiftly faded to a darkest stormy night.
My pinched-pleated curtains thrashed before this tempest for
the almanacs, feigning a life they do not possess, like twin ghosts
stured to wrath.
“We can order in,” I offered, waving a menu from the downstairs bistro, as I closed my French, glass doors. “Why not eat here and wait it out?” I shrugged, “My treat,” I offered, “and I have wine.”
A pleasant embracement of relief and consent followed. What held
more power, I wondered, the society, natures coerce or the gratis fare?
Later. as we parted, a young man paltered, repaying me with a quick hug and cheeky kiss. The valueless touch, was itself rewarded with a small grimace of a smile, but the sin did not overset the mood.
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Songs for this:
Riders on the storm by the doors
Stormy by Classics IV
The grass was high, as were the weeds,
But on TV so were race-car speeds
I watched the turns - watched the spins
(My driver added to his wins!) … so …
Wife cut the grass.
A screen-door hinge was all a-skew
Gosh-darned thing had rusted through
But winnin’ down at Bowl-A-Lot
Was somethin’ at which I had a shot … so …
Wife fixed the hinge
Went ice-fishin’ – in my NEW truck,
With my pals, Ted and Buck … but
Kitchen sinks’ pipes were froze …
But, they’d thaw-out I supposed … so …
Wife fixed the pipes
Amy Beth – my wife’s sis
Sure “fills-out” her bodice
So she and I took a drive
(Showed her how I “skin” dive!) … and …
Wife said nuthin’
When I came home from work today
Wife weren’t here – she’d gone away
Why she’s gone – I got no clue
Guess I spoiled ‘er through ‘n through
Lawyer’s gonna hurt me
The pain increases every day
bit by bit, I have no say
I do what I can to ease it all
but it’s been a real long-haul
from cramping feet to head in a vice
swollen fingers, no paradise
aching hips, joints all stiff
inner workings gone skew-whiff
pins & needles, exhaustion too
I get no help, so I push through
muscles ache, it’s hard to heal
feel like perhaps I got a raw deal
Insomnia, brain fog, twitches & more
just some of the symptoms I endure
no two days are ever the same
Its wretched Fibro’s twisted game
The invisible illness no one sees
a chronic condition considered a disease
widespread pain & yet I smile
but some days wish I could turn down the dial.
Poets who spew
Poets who haven’t a glue
Poets who use words
To intimidate and skew
Opinions twisted in division
Instead of healing societies wounds
When serving men are killed in cold blood
No matter my view
My heart bleeds for their families
Compassion is my vision
I am NO THUG
Notes: Dedicated to 2 police officers killed on duty in cold blood in New York City.
At the time of this tragedy, it is tasteless and crude to write anything at all that
Belittles men who serve. With all that has happened in the United States, concerning the police, let us remember, most serve and defend with pride, we must bring people together
Not divide and especially not spew hatred and falsehoods. God bless
Fallen gods
The scattering embers
with their fading twinkle
danced with the whirling breeze
bemusing all with the falling twilight
with eyes skew to the misty clouds
shaggy with its opaque fluffiness
slowing edging its blankness
eerily shunning the moon
quickening the ending of a phase
a broken sword
with its shattered blade
telling a scattered tale
to the throbbing hearts
beguiled by stolen voices
shammed to a broken reality
frail by the failed quests
wretched with the fallen crest
irk with the broken wings
thrall to an empty throne
resenting the fall from grace
After all is said and all is done
By Michelle Morris
07/09/2021
After all is said and all is done,
can you face the truth?
Can you accept that you're a superstar
with nothing to lose?
Don't let your friends and family
hold you back from your dreams;
Don't let anyone get between you
and your self esteem.
After all is said and all is done,
can you make a choice?
Can you stand up for what you believe
and have conviction in your voice?
Don't let people or the media
skew your true beliefs;
Make sure that you have a backbone
when conflict you must meet.
After all is said and all is done,
can you count on yourself?
Will you put aside those restless nights
and years of living in hell?
Don't let the demons and monsters
try to eat you alive;
Your soul is made of stardust
and you are meant to thrive.
After all is said and all is done
will you live with no regrets?
What words would suit your
tombstone or legends of your quests?
Don't let this life go by
without giving it your all;
Be thankful for every chance
that isn't granted every soul.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
The tale of the sinister Prime Minister of Israel
Latest eruption but your corruption will not avail
Wiles and guile on trial as does rile and defile
Knows if loses his job..without fail going to jail
Beyond the pale conned so can derail & impale
With war crimes of such scale no comeback trail
Lebanon carry on in his coffin will be the final nail
Political suicide Persian incursion Gaza genocide
Should be tried lied about Iran as folks fried died
Benjy the truth denied said plied with Israeli pride
Ghoulish prankster & foolish gangster can't hide
Missiles flied but hard as he's tried end of the ride
All did begin with Benjamin chagrin making a din
But his entire liar empire on fire torched from within
Every debauched sin held to account no more spin
No matter colour of skin Zionist zealot plot must bin
Burn Benjy burn return to concern about kindred & kin
The Netanyahu retinue in full view cannot continue
What will he do well facts & pacts will skew & slew
Vicious acts hate does imbue pernicious plans pursue
Will still spew discerning they're now turning the screw
Critics form a queue too late your fate coming for you
Will rue the wars he does renew well let him fret and stew
Always biffing and tiffing like he's been sniffing some glue
Because boo hoo after another boo-boo you're in poo
Phew and about time too..
A few soaring trees
Here and there
On a green earth
Flowers with flesh in girth
The costume bear
No wear and tear
Air going out in BMW
Air coming in seven hues
This show is likely due to
System in a capital skew
In front of them
Is the waste land
Marshy messy meadow
Dull bushes in shadow
Looking ugly and small
Staring at the marble hall
“Can’t we get
Some healthy sunshine
A little shade by a hand divine
A tender touch of love
To get rid of
This wheeze and whine?”
But apathetic capital
Pays no heed
Day goes and night comes
The vulture is sure to return
Peeved mass of despair
Inflammable in the air
The other day came the headlines
Two fleshy plants molested
Raped and confined
Turmoil in the spine
The force opens fire
A gloom dies then and there
Tale of tearing tears everywhere
Grousing gore
Whether here in this shore
Or in Baltimore
Be that as it may
We shall overcome
In the long run
May be it will take
A lot of decades.
We have stars as our guide
And dream inside.
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