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It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
to go out and play.
If your name is D,
D D D D D
It's a beautiful day
for a D through an A
on back to awesome other
DD da-days
to go out and play.
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
to go out and play.
If ya wanna avoid some trouble
and your Trumps are marching double
time, and climates start to rumble
Inside voices in full tumble
It's a great day
to take your butt outside and play
Go on ahead and freely stray
Come back when you're ready to active pray
we learn to cooperate our play
before this last green outside way
was safely felt just yesterday
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
to go outside
this one last tide
to pray and play
a cooperating day.
D D D D day
go on out and play
it's your last beautiful day
to have a fresh breath play.
It's a beautiful night
It's a beautiful night
It's a beautiful night
to spin out of sight.
Let's be the good in every love story. Let's be the Love and Light.
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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
They both knew why they were here
and what they were designed to do.
They both were created to provide light.
One, the sun, was to provide the most light
and the other, the moon, was to provide the
lesser light. So the sun was assigned the day,
and the moon was ordered to light up the night.
The two of them would serve the needs of the earth,
providing seasons and keeping the earth with just the right
temperature for survival. This was accomplished by placing
the moon some 240 thousand miles from the earth and the sun
93 million miles from our planet. Our planet earth is the third of eight
planets from the sun after Venus and Mercury. Venus and the earth are similar
in both size and gravity. The earth has one moon, and Jupiter has more than
67 moons. There are more than 200 moons in our solar system and Saturn has 82 of them. There is only one sun in the solar system and its gravity holds
the solar system together keeping everything in its orbit. Without the sun and moon, life in any form would not exist on planet earth. Everything
in the solar system has been set in motion by God, and without His design and dictates, everything would spin out of control into total chaos and into eternal
oblivion. The sun and moon are not accidents but rather, like everything that exists are created, designed, and purposed by Intelligent Design.
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Time left me here along time ago.
With addle sensability, saying I don't know.
Looking for an avenue to find somewhere to go.
For there are nothing but blank pictures on the wall to show.
Only insperation is left to guide the way.
Hopefully theres enough left so that I can stay.
Right here within the emptiness that fills up each new day.
So what I need to understand is what I have to say.
A woven web of sanity, intertwined with love.
To navigate a cold cruel worlds endless push and shove.
We wear our masks to do our tasks with bitten lower lip.
But in the course of being human, we're surely bound to slip.
So round and round and Deja Vu and up and down and whoopdi do.
Until we spin out of control with nothing left but to rewiew.
A paper filled with endless thought within our mind we finally caught.
With only hope left to endure that it is not just all for naught.
I met him in a cafe one cold winter day
as I was absorbed in writing a poem
I realized a man watching me
a handsome man
and my world began to spin out of control
time stood still
I did not know that we were about to set sail
when he came over I could almost not speak
but when we began I could not stop
he wanted to know what I was writing
a poem, I said
and read it to him and that was the beginning
days, became weeks and months
we spent a lot of time together
and he loved when I read my poetry to him
I asked, would you love me still if I was not a poet?
he would smile, of course, but I love your words
the promise between us was a delicate flower blooming
his touch was like music to my soul
the drum of time rolled and then we married
and I promised to love him for a thousand years
love is a fragile seed that one must treasure
but God took my beloved away and the seed withered
I drown in the dregs of yesterday's sorrow
and among the pages of my poetry that I read to him
I folded my wings
and waited
part of me wanted to destroy those pages
until, I heard his voice one night
whispering I love you, and I love that you are a poet
it is your destiny, so write, write for the world to read
and I will hear your poetry all the way up here in heaven
I will watch over you every single day and I am waiting
for love is a journey that never dies
BORN IN THE SMALL TOWN
DEEP IN THE HEART OF, MISSISSIPPI
WAS A YOUNG COUNTRY SINGER
NAMED ELVIS PRESLEY
YOU WERE A MAN WITH SOUL
YOUR SONGS FILLED WITH EMOTION
YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR WORK
BEING PURE DEVOTION
THROUGH A CHANGE OF HABIT
YOU BECAME A ROCK N ROLL STAR
YOU ARE THE KING
NUMBER ONE BY FAR
THROUGH THE YEARS OF
LOVE ME TENDER, LOVE ME TRUES
TEDDY BEAR SONGS AND G.I. BLUES
YOU STOLE OUR HEARTS
AND PUT OUR MINDS AT REST
IN YOUR ROUSTABOUT WAYS
YOU ARE THE BEST
AFTER THE ARMY YOU PACKED UP YOUR TEAM
ONCE WILD IN THE COUNTRY
YOU HAD TO FOLLOW THAT DREAM
YOU STARRED IN SUCH MOVIES AS
STAY AWAY JOE
CLAMBAKE AND CHARRO
EASY COME, EASY GO
AFTER GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
WE WERE VERY IMPRESSED
BUT JAILHOUSE ROCK
WAS ONE OF YOUR BEST
KISSIN’ COUSINS AND SPIN OUT
BOTH WERE NOT BAD
THEN THERE’S VIVA LAS VEGAS
AND KID GALAHAD
LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE
IT HAPPENED AT THE WORLDS FAIR
HARUM SCARUM AND TICKLE ME
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY WHAT A PAIR
PARADISE, HAWAIIAN STYLE FUN
IN ACAPULCO TOO !
BLUE HAWAII, GIRL HAPPY
SPEEDWAY AND LOVING YOU
FROM KING CREOLE
TO A FLAMING STAR
I’M STUCK ON YOU
WHERE EVER YOU ARE
NOW WE ARE IN DOUBLE TROUBLE
YOU LEFT US SO FAST
BUT I’LL REMEMBER YOU
PRESENT, FUTURE OR PAST YOU
THRILLED THE AUDIENCE
WITH THAT SPECIAL TOUCH
THE TROUBLE WITH GIRLS
THEY LOVED YOU TOO MUCH
NOW I’M ALL SHOOK UP
AND FEELING BLUE
CAUSE I CAN’T HELP
FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU
YOU WERE A YOUNG MAN
THE AGE OF FORTY TWO
WE’LL NEVER FORGET
THE WONDER OF YOU.
Form:
Surrounded by seas of green, grassy waves,
my antenna is tuned to the hum of the bees
Alfalfa grows here, with a nectar so pure
that it takes me again to the shore of a field
I dream of the child who grew up near the rows
where my arms and my legs are rolling down hills
It tickles my skin, and the pollen begins to
take all the spin out of me !
All the bees scatter 'round in a world going wild,
and have stained green, my shins and my knees.
I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet,
yet, the bitterness still lingers on.
From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat,
as sound from the sprinklers resound like the breeze
They lull me to sleep Tssss......
Tssss......
Tsssss
I lie under the sky, and the dream never dies
While the wild nest of bees, swarm over my head
I am lead to my childhood again
Bzzzzz......
Bzzzzz.......
Bzzzzz......
Bzzzzz.......
Bzzzzzzzzzz.....
.Bz
__________________________________________________
9/28/16
Contest judged 9/29/16
Used the following required words:
antenna, waves, sky, breeze, nectar, and pollen
Resubmitted for Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please 2
Sponsored by Broken Wings
The DJ plays wrong songs
for greens
and blues,
blacks and browns,
yellows
and opaquely sacred matriarchal reds,
both natural
and spiritual
progressive parties too all-encompassing
to quickly divest
of octave ageless ending
beginning right with left footed again.
DJ
never learned to dance outdoors
naked
or even organically half-dressed
to impress,
To preach
devolved true meaning,
That pro-life
could not mean pro-death of leg-spread liberal mothers,
whether of their own freedom-loving will
or rapaciously patriarchal
repressing otherwise.
To ride RightMind waves
of cooperative
integral
holonic
MotherEarth primal relationship
revolving sacred DJ spin,
Earth's harmonic resonating song.
DJ left MotherEarth
and sanctity behind
To buy Her up and app,
and inappropriately sell Her
to the highest patriarchal bidder
buying passive market space
margins against Matriarchal
time resilient potential winners.
Quick gaming gains
deep darkly hidden chaos cash valued
exempt from environmental co-relationship
becoming an oxymoron
like capitalist intelligence.
DJ learned his Ego
is his ZeroZone
with no remaining outdoor cherished vision
for realistic Rainbow ReStoring Warriors
replaying LP progressive folk tunes
and stand up EarthRooting improv
for voters and investors
prepared to deeply listen
for outside health committed learning
democratic well-being
constitutional swearing
to spin out greener DJs
with 2020 revolutionary vision.
I looked at him and I was lost for words,
those eyes so d e e p and dark- so penetrating;
he seemed able to look into my soul,
all my thoughts and all my dreams he knew.
I was unable to look away then he spoke,
he had the most beautiful voice, like music;
so calming and soothing to my soul,
other sounds f a d e d away and the air was electrified.
a storm began and the wind howled loudly,
thunder boomed and r a i n fell in dreadful torrents;
my world began to spin out of control,
I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and desires.
I wanted to be part of him- to be his forever,
his lips were soft, strong g e n t l e and demanding;
words so sweet that I closed my eyes,
he held me and the pleasure was beyond this world.
suddenly I felt a change- a shift in the air,
the storm ended and calmness settled around me;
I knew it was over- he was not forever,
after all, just a s w e e t messenger in a lovely dream.
_______________________________
August 3, 2013
Poetry/Verse/His Forever
Copyright Protected, ID 08-4967-700-03
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Best Love Poem Ever
sponsor, Laura Loo, Judged 2013
First Place
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.