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To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
I was walking down the pavement
I seemed to be going through a rough patch
I had to do some house payment
But it seemed complicated I had to start from scratch
The payment doing was in my mind
When I saw a young man in my yard
He seemed low, otherwise he was kind
His attire made him seem like a security guard
I watched him until he got close
The walk seemed familiar though
And his face didn't make sense
You couldn't exactly tell his moods or emotions
He took out a sharp knife and stabbed me several times
I laid down there helpless and saw you heading our way
And the most painful thing was that I saw you shaking hands with him
How God Would’ve Said It
Written By: D. Collins 6/18/16
I AM the good, the bad, and all that’s in between.
Every molecule of matter that make up your genes.
I AM the host that gave birth to man.
At any given moment, I could make it all end.
Don’t keep trying me, its not wise to do.
I gave you a chance, but you were stupid fools.
My patience with you can only last so long.
I AM nearing “The Wrath” where all of its gone.
I AM paying attention, the next time its on.
Just fragments out in space, don’t get me wrong.
You’re really pissing me off, enough said about that.
Within a blink of an eye, I could start from scratch.
I’ve got a great idea and let me stress that it’s great.
Why pick and choose history to delete or debate.
Let’s erase it all and have a fresh new start.
No more racism or hate, no more violence at heart.
Let’s burn it all down and just start from scratch.
Maybe God should kill us all and start a fresh batch.
Is that what we want? Is that what we need?
Why keep blaming the past and ignore all the greed?
Black and White, yellow and red, a purge in the streets.
Would that make you happy? Would that make you complete?
Come on now, the madness must stop!
It’s not because of skin color and it’s not because of some cop.
Statues and pictures do not bring about hate.
Does a gun fire itself is this really our fate?
We need to pull our heads out and stop this divide.
We are all human beings, there is only one side.
Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
“My Deepest Passion”, is just three cuisines away
For over forty years, cooking in a restaurant, my forte
I can do an “Ice Carving” of a swan landing in a lake
I can start from scratch and build a five tier Wedding Cake
I’ve used exotic spices, from a hundred different lands
Pick fresh produce from a garden, I’ve never opened cans
I have Saffron flown in from India at $180 a gram
Escargots from Niece, France; where I also order lamb
With whisk in hand; a frying pan, a little wine and roux
I don’t believe there’s a creamy sauce; I don’t know how to do
I love to teach my students the beauty of Culinary Artistry
At Graduation they start their careers and take a part of me
Three cuisines, to master, to become a “Black Hat Chef”
But ill health is telling me I don’t have a lot of time left
From a short order cook to a teacher of the Culinary Art
I Live my dream, a dream that is deep within my HEART
As Executive Chef of a five star resort for the past eleven years
“My Deepest Passion” has kept me going as my retirement nears
Three more cuisines and I become “Black Hat Chef” number eight
The third in the U.S.A. a life long dream come true; if that should be my Fate
Inspired by Amy Green’s Contest “ My Deepest Passion “
Dedicated to my number One Student Kenny Potter my Protege
Inspired by the epic and beautiful movie, "Legends of the Fall". Excellent story; and brilliant performances and cinematography.
Fullness of heart
By Michelle Morris
02/01/2023
You said you'd wait forever
But forever was too long
You married someone else
And left me all alone
I can respect this
I wasn't the easiest guy
Too busy chasing
Adventures on the horizon
Somehow things worked out
In the destined manner
It wasn't always pretty
It wasn't always planned
So many loves and losses
We all suffered along the way
But ultimately we were free
Creating family history come what may
You struggled with your decisions
You couldn't take the pain
Not having children
Left an abyss filled with hurt and rage
You took your own life
And my wife died in vain
Too many tragedies
For our family name
I lived a full life
It was wild and it was free
My death was a good one
My ancestor's helped me see
Now I'm in Heaven
With all those I loved so well
You drift in a different circle
But I know you're doing swell
I look back on this life
And I do have my regrets
But sometimes I wonder how
Things could've worked out in retrospect
God and His angels
They speak to us about our choices
If we go back to another life
We need to hear their voices
But, as we know so well
When our souls come back down here
We forget all our knowledge
And start from scratch and tears
Maybe we'll meet again
In a different place in time
Maybe our souls will remember
Everything good that rhymed
Hopefully, each one of us
Will make better decisions on our path
And we will live a little better
With love and fullness of heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The Bermuda Triangle.
Are we talking shorts
Or waxing?
Some are masters of deceit.
Should they have been born
Chameleons?
Many shoes, but all one size.
Leaving us with what,
Hobson’s choice?
To make pizza or pancakes.
Tough decision, or
A toss-up?
The road is winding and steep.
Will you walk with me
All the way?
Hurry upstairs to put on tights.
Dash for the ladder?
Run along?
She is loud but alluring.
Would you say she is
A siren?
Dictatorial republic:
Be corrupt or go
Bananas?
He is itching to begin.
Should he wait? Should he
Start from scratch?
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* This is a set of quinzaines that requires
much reading between the lines.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: One Word Title
Sponsor: Skat A
Placing: 4th