Long Star Poems
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Here on the lonely chair I sit and wait
For the little droplet of nectar that’s slowly forming
Inside the warm womb of the dahlia
The gradual coming down of night and her mystic attendants
I relish with a warm cup of coffee, I sip at
The bliss of being alone, when nobody’s around
Is that a shooting star? Has it gone right past my head?
I ask you, whose long absence I have grown used to
‘Cause light years ago we used to sit together
Little dew drops spluttering upon my head
A night bird screeches past, and in an instant
I find you, once again in my arms, your dead eyes still glaring.
Be your own kind of Beautiful
By Michelle Morris
09/11/2024
Be your own kind of Beautiful
Be your own Shining Star
You are a Special Soul
Born to walk a Special Path
Filled with Wisdom and Knowledge
Filled with Hope and Faith
You can spread Light and Love
God's Mercy and Grace
Be your own kind of Hero
Be your own kind of Calm
You are a Precious Jewel
In the Universe's arms
Filled with Strength and Resilience
Filled with Endurance and Power
You can ignite Passion and Inspiration
And set this World on Fire
Be your own kind of Colour
Be your own kind of Joyful
Feel every single Moment
Know your Emotions are Powerful
Filled with a Kaleidoscope of Potential
Filled with Infinite Possibilities
Embrace your Unique Gifts
And share them with every Being
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Would you still be mine?
Remembering me for a little time,
Transformed by the world we once owned
To a future realm.
Would you still be mine?
Even just for a minute; if heaven sends an angel
Tonight, to take the strength that was lent.
would you still be mine?
When pleasure and joy come to the end
And peace is the only serenity remain.
Would you still mine? By the divine
When the rustling winds seemed so unkind
By the fears of worlds to be found
And I have failed and become too frail to stir
Emotions through a single tear.
Would you still be mine?
When time browse and blow through the mind
Thoughts which will be hard to follow
If I step from the light into the dark
With only blur images of sorrow.
Would you still be mine, gleaming from the star?
Even though you can’t be far
from the vacant stare seen in the storm
only angels nearby can hear the chatter
from the voice taking a new form.
He spreads his wings and asks sympathy for his plight
He laughs but can't get ’cha if you put up a fight
But to get the whole picture
Let us look to Scripture
To find out about this guised angel of light
Day star you have fallen from the skies
You are the lord of the flies
Once anointed cherub
Prince of the power of the air thereof
The father of lies
Murderer, enemy and tempter
Dragon, the old serpent and salvation’s preemptor
Accuser of God’s people
Upside-down cross on your steeple
Uncle Screwtape was your mentor
Oh Satan you kleine duivel
When it comes to evil you have no rival
He will assail this kirk
As a sifting watchdog of the church
He’ll do anything, anything heinous to maintain his survival
Do not rail against him
The one who pales in comparison
As Jesus saw him fall
Like lightning from a pall
Luther said one little word shall fell him
The hiss-tory of this snake
Is evident in mistake after mistake
But when we assail
The gates of hell will not prevail
Against the war we will make for God’s sake
It is said that the Devil's greatest trick
Is to convince the world he doesn't exist
Well, ask Job what he thinks
About the Devil's hijinks
He'll tell you that the devil persists
(The ninth circle, Virgil and Dante the passersby
We find where Satan is tied
We also find Cain and Judas
Cassius and Brutus
And where all treacherous souls reside)
With my wiles I wish to keep Christ verklempt
It Is heard in the way I tempt
I am offering a shortcut to the suffering
Escape the buffeting and buffering
This is my appealing attempt
Bow before me, I will give You what is already Yours
I know Your hungry, but what's not mine is Yours
No need to suffer loss
Or to bring to the surface the dross
There is no true Way, no New Way, there are many doors
He’s one of the unholy trinities
Satan, the Antichrist, and the False Deities
From these three we flee
And the world’s philosophy
And all things that don’t engender peace
And it is peace as the final endeavor
Even Satan is not this clever
God dying in our place, He kept the law in pace (WHAT GRACE!)
Something the devil didn’t contemplate
This Jesus has secured us forever
The eye perceives what it has strained.
The veiled remains, though truth is chained.
Look deeper still; what's there ingrained—
Darkness unveils a daydream.
Beyond what at first may seem.
The mind unveils what night conceals.
Through whispered cries the dark appeals.
Its secret inks on shadow steals —
A star-inscribed scroll unfolds,
What silence untold beholds.
The night unveils a secret scar.
A gleaming wound, a fallen star.
Its brilliance stark, from near and far—
Each sorrow leaves a new trace.
Each silence hides its disgrace.
The void cuts through the shadowed skies,
Its piercing gaze a sea of eyes.
It strips all veils, unmasks disguise—
Your net worth is stripped away,
Revealing what won't belay.
So squint your eyes to veil the light.
And turn away from shadows' blight,
Let darkness cloak the aching sight—
For truth is a jagged blade,
Its sharp cuts can't stop, be swayed.
Turn back to tales in star-strewn skies,
Where whispered myths breathe, live, and rise,
Then fade where veiled perception lies—
They shroud the bright cosmic blaze,
From bright light, no tongue can phrase.
How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets
How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets,
for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope
And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry
And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye
till work is rest and boredom besets…
Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory
I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!"
You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody
without breaking a song
So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be
Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities
Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory
Now how would you say, dappled in ideas
That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall
And now how would you say, given the seas
You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call...
"That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."
In the chambers dying salted wounds slowly weep
looking through the keyhole beholding darkness
touching cold chilling bites teeth
snarling growls within ache an animal of pain
Fingers of ice slither over one's soul
shivering the timbers feeling worthless
grabbing out gasping for light
clutching aimlessly at straws
A godless affliction inside
empty suffering cries wishing upon a star
believing on beauty on a cold dark night
growling murmurs within oneself
whispering in voices carried on the wind
Finding comfort in sadness
a fragile presence exists in an empty vessel
moonlight the host where shadows hover
clouding judgement hides the light of the sky
smiling through clouds haunted visions
creep inside shadows fears are realized
Distorted images dead mirror images
a chilling sacrifice of blood
gripping at the heart of beauty cries
a ghost suffering reaches out
strangely guarded in nightly whispers
clothed in grey rising out of the night
A reaper's knuckle echoes heavy
on chamber's door of mansion or mausoleum
knocking down the entrance to heaven and hell
a heart attacked fever rising chills subsiding
back and forth visions delirious
Running from a nightmare to capture a dream
holding hope in fingers of the imprisoned soul
once washed away in despair's tears
a stain of belief lingered
carried along on wings of the wind
Hidden in shadows waiting to whisper
painful voices masking truth cloaking beauty
hollow thoughts burn and scar
healing as time itself passes away
peaceful slumber now overtakes inner nightmares
Under lasting moonlight the stars keep promises
wishes granted as dreams come alive
dark clouds parting the pathway home
heaven's winds sail the vessel
rising upon crystal waves of white
fleeing the chains to freedom
turning silver key opening eternity's glow
clear light beautifully blinding
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
From Queens to Manhattan, I rode the subway.
I will never forget that late spring day,
when I walked into that Greenwich Village café.
This young girl practically stole my heart away.
With a long white dress, and a six string guitar,
she was just another wannabe star.
I was sitting not far away from her at the bar.
Between sips of my glass of seltzer,
I listened to each sweet note sung by her.
The end of her performance brought a light ovation.
She sat next to me for some casual conversation.
After an informal introduction came a sweet little smile.
I was attracted to her all the while,
even though she was Jewish, and I a gentile.
I told her I also performed in a band.
She wrote her phone number on my left hand.
Everything with this female appeared just right.
I asked if I could see her tomorrow night.
She emphatically said “okay” and smiled with delight.
Later that night, disappointment would encumber.
When I tried to call her, I got a wrong number.
Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer
Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need
Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are
Noteworthy of His protection. Sister of life on earth plant a seed
The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved,
Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make
Him your confessor and your constant companion .
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.
I finally came home.
I did not win fully free, not yet;
but the lights by which I roam
are closer to where my roots are set.
Before leaving, I had to say farewell
to those there who kept me strong.
When cruel circumstances upon me fell,
they're the reason I strayed from wrong.
Endless examples of good I could give,
and seems endless seas between us now lie;
I am content to, during dark times, the good relive,
and not belabor what seemed a perfect goodbye.
Suffice to say such kindness as that, their spark,
exists in few you'll meet in a life, and few times.
But to call oneself friends with those who bear that mark?
That lies beyond even the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
And now to reach my goal, two years emergent,
orchestrating a touch early my autumn return;
I find old memories and friendships resurgent,
remembrance and joy that I strove to earn.
To lie on my back with the dog right by,
looking up at the heavens' ever-expansive dish.
To see a shooting star streak across the sky,
and realize only one thing more could I wish.
They say you can never get back what used to be,
can never truly be who you once were;
sitting across the street from what I used to see,
I feel the familiar, past me in me stir.
Seeing the ever changing, ever same rain,
in front of the house that saw me a man.
Looking at the tree I climbed to dull my pain,
the thought of more of such, from which I ran.
I wish now I hadn't, I wish now I'd stayed,
and for a little while longer, for that I pay;
my wish on a star, while under them I laid,
that here in the rain, here, home, I could stay.
In the eyes of those I regret so dearly running to,
saying such is one of my many unforgivable crimes.
To know that not to them, but to that inimitable spark, I remain true?
Such must be the source of the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.