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Sitting reminiscing
About the subtle signs
Along one’s journey
The roads not traveled
The messages so hard to read
Reminders meant for the soul
Heart longings heard
And those that aren’t
Life passing by
Not taking time to play
Invitations postponed
Believing there’d always be another day
Friends taken for granted
So few opportunities fully grasped
Yet life there for the taking
The seeds of joy neglected
Quiet whispers of could have been
Once the sun goes down
Leaving all our regrets
On the water’s edge
Published in my photo/poetry book ~BY WATER'S EDGE~ 2019
AP: 2nd place 2023
Last weekend I scoured the earth for fun. I ran the race.
I danced in the rain. I jumped hoops and ate holly-berry sandwiches.
Then I took my pet Yeti and went for a walk in the park where
Regular humans without Yetis either ran up or ran away screaming
I had forgotten that some people are afraid of yetis, gargoyles, ducks.
Being fearless, Yeti and I took a dive into the lake. Brr....
We froze our human-toids off, and I did not know he had human-toids.
I painted some murals on my neighbor's face, and I whirled a bit.
The twirling was there for the taking, but it would have been overkill.
I refused to do anything I did not want to do. It being the weekend.
I refuse to waste Saturdays doing stuff that does not make me happy.
Sundays are for lounging in my bathtub until the water stops boiling.
So yes, I did take a bath, with bubbles, and my pet octopus.
The pink one, who is not so prissy, not the stuck-up blue one.
My grandchildren came over and we painted the ceiling
Not with a mere solid color, but with murals that irritated grandpa.
We also formed a band, planted a garden, and built a tower.
Kansas City had never seen such a tower: we are still marveling.
I am pretending I have no idea who did it, as it ended up in
The middle of I-70 and there may be a little fine involved.
What did you do last weekend? And it better be something fun.
I only understand joyous, wonderful, terrific, outstanding stuff.
Oh, I almost forgot. I drove around in my fire truck blowing sirens.
I was fined for that, by the police and fire chief. Thanks Dad!
it is another day and I’m in it
seizing it or not is a choice
when emotions battle with reason
and the heart mingles with my mind
trespasses on the dark soul of ambivalence
motivated by apathy and restlessness
as I pull more weeds in my virtual garden
a couple of bees skirt around
the lemon-tree
suck what is on offer
and spread the good news
that life is what you make of it
my glance falls upon a single rose
lush red thorny
of impassable beauty
which reminds me
that nature has its way
of sustaining itself
and healing sorrow thoughts
as the petals unfold
their unique message
I take in the scent
and know that the aroma
is there for the taking
free at source and given
with unconditional love
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.
That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated,
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
Open and free was Gizelle’s heart.
There for the taking, the smacking, the shaking, the breaking.
She was an innocent, believing in happily ever after love.
She fell in love with the devilishly handsome Charlie.
Charlie had crushed, stomped and stamped many hearts.
People’s warnings fell on Gizelle’s closed ears.
Quickly pinged off, landing in mud puddles and ant hills.
Charlie the handsome would never hurt her.
He was solicitous, attentive, mannerly, respectful, loving.
Gizelle began reading brides magazines.
She chose her dress, her colors, and her father.
Over her stepfather, who had raised her since she was three.
Gizelle was ready for the next step.
Gizelle and her prince slept together to seal the deal.
She had never been so incredibly loved before; she was amazed.
This was a fairy tale she had never dared dream of.
When she was dumped two days later, she was horrified.
She would never fully trust anyone again.
She now understood why her father hated her mother.
Dear Future Self,
I know I have had my ups and downs.
I’ve broken in half, I’ve lost my crown.
I tried to be more than myself
I let them take over by being themselves.
The people I wish to never become.
The future is not written.
It is out there for the taking.
For a new soul to overcome
And form a new kingdom.
A place where everyone can start over.
Never having to run for cover.
Ever again.
I look out the window now
And see people who bow
To people who are not greater than we are.
Celebrities, actors, the rich, the powerful.
But most ignore the real kings and queens.
Strong, passionate, confident, beautiful.
No more letting silly things define us like genes.
Anyone can be great,
If they truly want it.
Future self, don’t let the “greats” win
Make a difference, live in your own skin.
Don’t worry about me,
I’ll be fine, just leave me be.
Sincerely, Present self
-written 2/22/18
4/19/21
This goes out to whoever
I got to do better
And keep it together
Blinded by it
The reason why I buy it
Can't deny it
I continue to try it
For a period of time, I was able to fight it
Gone past the point of needing to hide it
It's there for the taking
But not if you continue waiting
Through this journey, I've been painstaking
Even though at times it was backbreaking
And really heartbreaking
Occasionally Earthquakes the cause of the Earth shaking
Made a lot of poor choices, despite all the decisions and money making
They thought it was ghosts that I was chasing
To me it was intoxicating
They continue debating
Towards others often shading
I have a difficult time relating
Got enough problems on my own I'm facing
Mind often wanders
Continually I ponder
Holding on longer
Getting stronger
Displaying honor
Still drinking lagers
The land occasionally copper
And the waters
Have guppies or monsters
From here to yonder
I've got a lot to offer
And can prosper
Unless I continue to squander
And think 'why bother'?
Paying no respect to the All-Father
Before I'm a goner
Certain things just can't be bought
The community is divided or they quickly flock
They continue to stir the pot
There's been a lot of talk
Most of which was crock
The truth came as no suprise or a shock
Can not stop the clock
If there's one thing my mom taught
It's that you can be hateful or not
As well as grateful or not for what you got
Comfortable or in a tight spot
If necessary, getting it done at all costs
As opportunity continually knocks
Stood atop
A dock
While in deep thought
Drinking another one and taking a shot
As life continues on or begins to rot
on weekends, Mondays, and maybe Fridays too/
across the Bebop time zones/
people be digging at flea markets 4 Bebop jazz gold/
walkin', talkin', lookin' workin' the price/
on a table way in the back/
I dug into a crate of LPS and found jazz vinyl alongside a vacuum cleaner/
It was Mark Murphy singing vocalese/
and the young Roland Kirk before Rahsaan was in there too/
both in mint condition for a buck and a blunt/
we all smoked a few/
as I looked out over the galaxy of tables and booths/
I saw the knot of people selling their unwanted stuff/
Man, what a ride to shuck-N-jive about the vintage jazz LPS you can't find/
Miles, Base, Stanley Turrentine, Hampton Haws, and Annie Ross/
are there for the taking' in a jazz flea market vinyl heaven/
come early before the sun up with a flashlight in hand/
to dig deep into the tables and crates to find a record of Cliff Jordan with sax in hand/
You can dig all day at record stores, flea markets, and online vintage jazz sites/
and not find one 1950s jazz vinyl LP you are looking to buy by choice/
Man, that's such a drag on the jazz-diggin' society/
my time is up walking through the dusty aisles and tables filled with junk/
so dig, all is not lost/
I bargained for and got Cozy Cole's Topsy Part One
now I'm on my way to a garage sale I got hip to the other day/
to were back in the day/
Blue Note jazz vinyl covers had a whole lot to say
I am filled up with words
By Michelle Morris
15/06/2020
I am filled up with words;
They are everywhere inside.
They are there in the shadows;
In the darkness I can't hide.
They are there in the longing,
Of being unfree and unspoken;
They are there for the taking,
If someone was willing to
Hear pieces broken.
I am filled up with words;
Words from which I am so tired;
Trying to find the light,
Wherever it is decided.
They are always there,
Waiting for me...
No matter how many I use,
They're still waiting to
Hear me speak my truth;
The right words in time
Lost to youth...
The only words that matter;
Words waiting to be free;
To set my soul aflutter,
And return peace and joy to me.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Tamped way down deep in a garden snake’s tail
Beyond anything beauty had in store
Campfire fires brought on by dark ale
Guarded and protected by faerie’s strong
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Cool winds through the trees sing lovely songs
Hidden in mushroom magic and folk lore
Unveiling a simple truth. Nothing more.
Potions and poisons there for the taking
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Fairy magic has mushroomville quaking
Garter snake escapes underneath the floor
Where brownies and faeries and munchkins soar
An underworld devils tend to cleave
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor