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It was nothing but eye contact
Because we haven't uttered a word
That was all we could do to interact
I prayed for the right decision from the lord
Didn't matter how beautiful her eyes were
Because they stabbed me in the heart…..
Like a cutting edge sword
It was nothing but eye contact
Because honestly I was afraid to act
Though I knew she wanted and expected me to
But I had no courage to make it through
It was nothing but eye contact
I know she was disappointed in me
But she had to forgive me
Because a high school student could do what?
Actually he anything could do not!
It was nothing but eye contact
But eventually I even lost it
Hiding her eyes from me was a fact
And that price I could never cost it!
It was nothing but eye contact
Though she tried many times…..
To make a conversation
I was avoiding her with no real explanation
What made us apart and kept the separation
Were my unreasonable fears and hesitation
It was nothing but eye contact
For months we didn't speak a word
I was worrying about her and my feet got cold
But she didn't care about people and was so bold
Will she ever tear up that page or even fold?
Will I ever get a chance to tell her….
What I should have told?
It was nothing but eye contact
But when she showed me her love
I didn't know how to react
The only thing I did was putting her off
She may never know how for me that was tough
Though I did that for her own sake
I still blame myself for it….
As my own mistake!
It was nothing but eye contact
Will I ever forget her glamorous hazel eyes…..
And her cute dimples when she smiles?
Will I ever forget how funny she is and pretty?
And how playful she is just like a little kitty!
It was nothing but eye contact
What I can never forget is our last look
And how painful it was and how long it took
I've been searching but……
Couldn't find out in any book
About that way to say good bye!
It was nothing but eye contact
And our eyes had a pact
Which was broken…..
The moment I saw her eyes sad and red
Since then our eyes never met
And my heart knew it was the end
It was my fault that I now regret
The love that out of my hands slipped
Because it was nothing but eye contact!
Oh Lord please tell me what Isaiah meant
That “the wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;
the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus?”
I look out at the full moon in the morning atop an unfinished Cube Smart
Storage facility, the I-76 highway buzzes in the foreground. The rolling hills of empty tree tops
just barely hiding the myriad of man made shapes beneath
I cant stop looking at the moon, the sunrise at my back out of sight
behind this worthless building
but painting all the clouds around the moon with a gray-pink.
I tear up thinking of a line that I could never quite get to work in a poem
Give back to Caesar this un-beating heart
And unto you oh God my soul depart.
There's something there but its still kind of corny.
Too forced, too rhythmic.
I get a text from my foreman
“Sorry was on the phone coming up now.”
I see you God in the little moments,
But they don't last very long.
“Draw near O nations, to hear
and give attention O peoples!
Let the earth hear, and all that fills it.
For the Lord is enraged against all the nations
And furious against all their host;
He has devoted them to destruction, has given them over to slaughter.
Their slain shall be cast out, and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
The mountains shall flow with their blood.”
A truck passes by using its engine brakes BRAP BRAP BRAP BRAP
“Thorns shall grow over its strongholds, nettles and thistles in its fortresses
It shall be the haunt of jackals an abode for ostriches.”
Ostriches on the highway, I’m into it. I don't really get off on the stench of corpses like Isaiah though.
Why the love of vengeance Lord?
I’d like to think Isaiah an imperfect messenger. But I get the anger over the destruction of nature
Tell me Lord if this world will be destroyed? Will you let our selfishness destroy everything?
It seems like its getting pretty close.
Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done.
Please Lord protect the Earth and let me be an instrument for You, Eternal Love;
And to help usher in The Kingdom
Amen.
Don’t often see him
7/8 asleep
But I’m sometimes surprised
Brushing my feet
Purring and arching
And pushing up high
Ecstasy shows in a half closed eye
Black white and furry
Real smooth to the touch
But not really keen on fussing that much
So soft and cuddly you fail to remember
He has in his mind a deadly agenda
Hey human, scratch me here, scratch me there
You only think that you’re covered in hair
You feed me Iams and think I’m so nice
But I really prefer the heads of live mice
The warden of the garden on constant patrols
Listening for sounds like the digging of moles
One eyes the ground the other the sky
Watching and waiting for things that might fly
For this week I have but one major goal
To tear that magpie another arsehole
He goes for me when he can, him and his mate
One will tease me from my lair the other lies in wait
They got me in a tree one day I was hanging off one paw
Down came the magpie crow, I couldn’t hold on much more
One quick peck and I let go
Bloody hard that beak you know
Hit a few branches way below
Crash -landed on the floor
I’ll get some food, maybe a nap and
Lick my paw like nothing has happened
I’ll strut and swagger and act so sublime
Knowing that pie is on borrowed time
I go out at night while they aren’t around
Scout around and find some new ground
Under a bush I make a new lair
Lie in wait for my friend of the air
I eat a few moths spend a night on the tiles
And maybe I’ll doze for a time
Aha they’re near you can hear them for miles
If he lands up close he’s mine
Hello Jake you look all smug
After your night on the town
You had better get on to your rug
And have a good lie down
Dream a dream of shredded bird
Dying all a quiver
Bet you didn’t expect me
To be chewing on your liver
Sorry about the garden mess
Hope it doesn’t make you queasy
We had a tear up I must confess
And he came apart real easy
- this is a poem by my dad about our pet cat "jakey"
Another day, another beginning,
I begin the morning chanting,
Hoping that repeating my wish,
It would come true.
I sit at the sun-bathed breakfast table,
Remembering the times you sat across with a grumble.
The other times when you would put yours arms around me,
As I set the morning spread.
I walk into our memories-filled bedroom,
I remember as I put on your favourite perfume,
The first time you carried me across the threshold,
We were so in love, the newly-wed couple.
But I also remember the shadowed memories,
When you would hit me disregarding my pleas.
The times you would turn away in bed,
Refusing to speak to me, pretending to be a statue.
I dress in your favourite colours,
And take in a bit of one of your liqueurs.
Hoping it will give me the strength I need,
To face you, my husband, my weakness, the love of my life.
I walk out, closing the door behind me,
Wondering in what mood will you be,
I think of the times you'd say you're sorry,
The times you'd say you love me.
Times when you'd reach out and touch my cheek,
You'd say you miss me, that you're growing weak.
You want to come back home,
You'd say you're ready that you're okay.
I feel my eyes tear up as I think of the worse,
Times when you'd scream yourself hoarse,
When you'd pull my hair and tell me to get out,
Ending up in me running out crying.
Yet I come back every day,
For the better days I pray.
Sometimes we would sit staring into each others eyes,
Other times you would act like you don't know me.
But I cant help coming back to you,
Returning to the pain no matter what you do.
Sometimes I'm sure this is true love,
Other times i hate you for what you've done to me.
On some bad days I swear I'm never coming back,
The days when you hit me blue and black.
On good days I swear I'll never leave you,
The days you whisper sweet things and hold me tight.
Nevertheless i come every day,
Hoping everything will soon be okay.
The nurses stare in wonder, they don't understand,
This mad love in the psychiatric ward.
- Miliya Parveen
Form:
There was a woman I knew once
Her beauty was awe inspiring
And she wore her pride on her head like a crown
She wrapped her confidence around her neck like the fine beads her mother
gave
In the palm of her heart she kept she kept mine
Her body was molded and perfected by the hand of the Creator
Solely to deliver His gift of life
Her chest was full and her breasts rich with the milk that built nations
Her hips were carved and chiseled impeccably to give birth to tomorrow
So hypothetically the rising and the setting of the sun were placed in between her
hips
Swaying from side to side
Echoing hypnotically into infinity
This dismantled the very fabric of the men who craved to be with her
She traded in her beads; she took off her crown and left her confidence out for
the hyenas to tear up
All for the smooth silky fabric that did not fit her waist
The cut of that dress did not flatter her hips
Her chest was too full and her breasts were just too big
She smiled and laughed but she had no joy
They made the dresses smaller even and in to them she had to fit
She tried and over centuries she passed down to her daughters that into that
dress she had to fit but it didn't happen
So what they learned was that she was not enough
She was not slim enough, that her hair was not soft enough
That her skin was not fair enough, that her feet were not small enough
And eventually she felt ugly and that she was not good enough!
But one of these daughters realized, that before 'they ' created this size two into
which she had fit
Her body was already dancing in her Creators mind...in all its glory
So she tore that dress to shreds, and with it went the standards of beauty that did
not worship her curves
She put back her crown; she wrapped her confidence around her neck even
tighter and retrieved her beads
Her body was not too big for that dress
That dress was not worthy of her body
Till this day that woman holds in the palm of her heart, mine
And this woman I knew
Is the woman in you
Love yourselves ladies?...in ALL your glory!
Form:
Country pop song inspired by the complex character of Juliette in Nashville. Brilliant performances, Hayden Panettiere. Blessings and best wishes.
Entourage
(Piece of you)
By Michelle Morris
23/01/2023
You think they love you, don't you?
But you're deluded about it all
They're only your entourage
Not friends that are real and loyal
I know damaged people are dangerous
But can't you see you're killing yourself?
When will you realise, honey
That I'm only trying to help?
You don't have to give up yourself
You don't have to sacrifice your soul
Real friends are loving and supportive
Real friends help you find your way home
So, come on, girl, come on...
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone is on the take
Some of us want you for yourself
Want to see you smile again
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone will tear up your heart
Some of us want the best for you
We'll be your friends forevermore
Here you go again, honey
Going right for the jugular
You're so used to fighting
You can't even work out what's real
You surround yourself with fake fans
You keep your entourage in tow
You think if there are enough buffers
You'll never have to feel anything real
You don't have to give up yourself
You don't have to sacrifice your soul
Real friends are loving and supportive
Real friends help you find your way home
So, come on, girl, come on...
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone is on the take
Some of us want you for yourself
Want to see you smile again
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone will tear up your heart
Some of us want the best for you
We'll be your friends forevermore
Oh, no, no, no... Oh-oh-oh...
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone is on the take
Some of us want you for yourself
Want to see you smile again
Not everyone wants a piece of you
Not everyone will tear up your heart
Some of us want the best for you
We'll be your friends forevermore
So, come on, girl, come on...
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The autumn breeze goes through the lushful green yet hint of yellowing trees, it's so blissful, yet so fearful.
Laying in the warm green grass, as the breeze flies through my hands.
The warm sun is almost cool enough to touch , as the colors paint the sky.
The wind is calm before the storm, the sun as bright , the warmth of everything just right ,before the storm came.
The trees all ripped , the leaves turned black .
The grass gone dead, the sun hidden behind the dark midnight,moonless,sky.
The cold ripping wind, trying to tear what's left.
The cold grass ,itchy and hurting as you fall to your knees.
The icy winds make shivers send up your spine.
He's standing over you , so is she ….
The storm arrived
The shadows of them make you tear up and want to hide.
They found you , you tried to hide.
As you get up to run, he trips you she beats you down.
When you scream no one can hear you.
Your screams are eternal.
You crawl away with your broken bones and bleeding arms , you made yourself do it.
You have that glimpse of hope still flowing through you and it makes you want to release it.
Since the pain is the only thing that feels real you do it again and again.
They say “look at her she's ugly”
“look at her she's so weak”
“Omg is she crying ? she's such a baby”
“Look at the stupid girl”
“Your such an idiot “
“God he will never love you “
“Stop trying”
“No one will ever love you “
They ruin you , the words they say run through your head daily.
For two years… she has been beating you , he's been breaking you for three.
They became a team.
Breaking you in every way.
Your trust ? gone
You’re hope? Vanished
Your love? Still there
Your humanity ? disappearing
Your hatred for yourself ? in full gear
You wish you could disappear.
You wish you weren't alive.
You wish you could die .
But the hope…
That little ounce of hope
That’s what is keeping you alive.
[G.Bullock]
Bloodstained Soul May 2023
Everything hurts, my lungs are on fire-
Can't even complete things which success requires.
I cry and I try, pave my path with my blood.-
Then try to stop bleeding, when it all starts to flood.
I tear up my heart when I hang onto hope.-
Then it all falls apart and destructively cope.
I don't want to be here, cant say I ever have-
But I've fought through life anyway, despite being sad. Sadness itself doesn't express my pain.-
But I fight to find peace again and again.
I'm now 27, soon to be 28-
And darkness consumes everything I create.
The ones who I love that I try to protect-
all wind up more hurt as my darkness infects.
This cloud over me, for as long as I've known-
has stole all of my progress as it's endlessly grown.
I try to find love, offering all of mine-
But the world's definition must be different than mine. I shout and I scream, hoping I'll be worth saving.-
Or even worth peace to replace my self hating.
Infection, disease is what I truly am.-
And the more I deny it the more weight I do add.
More weight on my shoulders as I've tried to believe-
that my love for my children would help set me free.
Their light and my love are unquestionable things.-
But the weight of my darkness forces me to my knees.
It renders me helpless, despite all my love-
Though I fight so relentless, I'm still covered in blood. Blood of my own, and the blood of my demons-
stains all that I touch though I try hard to clean it.
My children are perfect in ways they don't know-
Guided me through my darkness with their luminous glow.
But it's foolish and selfish to give them such notions-that this swamp of a soul is a beautiful ocean.
For they see the waves that I've fought to live through-
But have misplaced their faith in my fruitless pursuits.
They've said I'm a fighter, and I have been for them-
But my bloodstained soul will only hurt them in the end.
Not wishing to cause offence offence when somone calls me 'friend' but are not really
one not bothering to ask others or me my name, only their mishappen mission counts.
Should I give stentorian rebuke the vehemence of which will make them go pale or
puke?
Should I pity them for the arrogance of their ignorance or the purblind of their
prejudice, as their predilictions count because they and their ilk only have the truth as
others are so false?
Should one smile at their bile or point out to them that the path to hell is made with
good intentions; as they are incapable of seeing that like all humans, they like me are
not infallible?
Should one rebuff them with irony that great Western weapon in debate,
so peppering their walls or undermining their drum barbicans in their want of debate,
mistaking their estate as the only state that should be state of the world?
Should the severity of the sure be sunk in the sea drowning their miasma of myopia?
Should gentle rebuttal not a rabid rant be prescribed or either fail because neither
conforms to the tail of their tale? All theory is grey but only life is green, but we must
not tear up the tares until the harvest is in; we all have reason, but in today's world
whatever we think we think, feel we feel, believe we believe, nihilise our nihilism, in
our existential state we all can be: false, fail, falter, fatuous. We must go on and on
living (like this essay at poesy!) our chances of being born were slim and we all
have to live on this beautiful blue ball bouncing through space-time making our lives
sigificant if love, reason and tolerance can be persuasive; trying do live together
dissuading others from following fanaticism; we must brew doubt as the partner of any
belief worth the salt of the earth otherwise the ugliness of the 'Four Horesemen of the
Apocalypse' will ride us all down forever.
Written: July 06, 2023
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In midnight darkness, a smart spherical roll
Its treks into clouds as ships over hidden shoals.
Wandering hearts strive for their final day.
Hide-and-seek with woodland dwellers play.
To embrace a lover's chin, a lack of mystery
You sparkle and vanish as promises blistery.
Then depart until your eyes tear up.
Ink-splattered sheets won't dry in the cup.
So, any time of the day, retain a sunny face.
A scentless heart's scent is spared by grace.
Your curved grin is burned into my soul.
I cannot claim uniqueness or be whole.
So as to achieve discover a covert bearing.
And seize the place of daydreaming.
Whisperings of the moonlight dance
Reverberate over the vast, dark glance.
In the depths of night, secrets unfold.
As the clever sphere of silver and gold
Through midnight shadow, it rolls and glides.
Guided by unseen hands, it silently abides.
Such ships through hidden shoals, navigates,
Through the vast unknown, it patiently waits.
They crave a love that is pure and true.
A link that will bestow spirits to renew.
In a game of hide-and-seek, the moon does play,
As forest members peek in the moonlight sway.
They watch as it dances, casting its spell.
Enchanting all who dare to dwell.
A wishful lost mystique, in the moon's embrace,
Longing for a touch, a lover's grace.
But the moon is elusive, a fleeting dream.
Such as promises that vanish, it seems.
It glows and then disappears from sight.
Leaving behind a tear, glistening in the night.
Too late to dry a page where ink stains smear,
The moon's presence lingers, a memory so dear.
Even in the daylight, its beauty remains.
A reminder of the love that forever sustains
But the brightness of the sun cannot allay
The ache in a heart that's scentless in decay