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Zooming with freedom zest, let’s take a ride
Vrooming toward nutritious land venture
Visiting gardens, fruitfully supplied
Like orchards, marked by blackberries' feature.
Beholding blackberries' plantation
Our thirst is quenched by slurpy, fizzy drink
While feasting with smoothie jubilation
Cheering each other in thanksgiving wink.
Transported to vast blackberries' county
We keep burping after lunch pleasure bliss
Treated for priced delicacies’ bounty
Sweetened blackberry pies, tarts, we can’t miss.
Blackberry-anchored healthy, youthful glow
Propels bubbling wellness, surmounting stress
Soaring above, ascending for weight blow
Diet-conscious, anchored by truth-fortress.
Grateful to God* for blessed physique gain
We are cheered not to rush for prayer-drive
Relaxed, mumbling praise of Christ's goodness-reign...
Amidst sizzling trials --- faith-propped, we thrive.
*Psalms 136:1 - O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
July 13, 2022
Edited on August 18, 2022
Quatrain in Light Verse
High fashion,
high culture ...
One finds the other ...
A raw seam,
another sewing ideas ...
Ideas wear costumes,
costumes parade cultures ...
Sewing without means
it doesn't thrive,
undressed culture
and naked, nonexistent ...
The man is the cloth,
culture is the background ...
So culture and sewing
merge in fashion
of this world ...!
“A beautiful car is something to be adored and if possible, restored in later years
to its former beauty. Some of your best memories it keeps.” by poet
There is a very old decrepit car.
She was my father’s “baby” long ago.
Named Jaguar D – like a Superstar -
she cruised downtown with a polished glow.
The young kids oohed and ahhed when she went by.
Unwanted now – she sits in Grandpa’s field
like a pet (once adored) left out to die.
She’s rusted and busted; her window shield
is shattered, and I bet bees made a hive
inside her engine, for her hood is raised.
Why couldn't she have been restored to thrive
and as an antique, she could have been praised.
Out to pasture is her degradation;
to be towed and crushed: her destination.
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
There in the wild river
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2023
There in the wild river
Where the white rapids flow
They're chasing down new dreams
They're chasing rainbows
And the salmon
They swim upstream
They battle against
The raging currents
This is nature's way
How she makes sure
That the strongest
Will survive and thrive
And the bears
They enjoy the feast
They fatten up
For the long winter ahead
The cycles
And the seasons
They continue
Long after we're all dead
And there in the wild river
Where the white rapids still flow
They'll always chase down new dreams
They'll forever chase new rainbows
© Michelle Morris, 2023
They stand there for ages
Pouring out angst and woe,
Seeming to gain strength
As their words start to flow.
They curse and they swear,
Stand, scream and shout,
And I’ve really no idea
What they’re talking about.
Just these loud strident voices
Hammering away in my head
I’m losing the will to live
I’ve long lost the thread.
If you thrive on your misery
Then that’s just fine
Done make me feel guilty for
A happy out look like mine.
I came here full of optimism
But now I’m near suicidal,
Reflecting on the merits of
The old Scolds Bridal,
A quick burst with a taser
Even E.C.T. shocks
Maybe even an hour or so
Chaining them up in the stocks.
I’m finished, I’m leaving
Driven out at last,
Just a relict from
Their very recent past.
I’ve always supped
From the half full cup.
Just a final message,
For God’s sake, lighten up.
There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall
When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs
And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song
It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive
Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives
Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow
And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo
Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn
And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone
Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one
When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son
No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear
To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer
This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim
Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign
"The earth has music for those who listen."
quote _Shakespeare
Winter I survived and nature is alive,
the bees are humming in their hive;
soon the trees will wear emerald gowns,
casting off all the dullness of browns;
I love taking a long, long country drive !
Rain falling makes the forests revive,
the wildflowers are blooming and thrive;
and all around are happy bird sounds.
Winter I survived !
On my porch garden will plant and contrive,
oh, I hope my seedlings will survive;
soon children will be laughing in playgrounds,
Lord, your light makes all things arise;
I will keep beauty so my soul will thrive.
Winter I survived !
___________________
April 18, 2022
Poetry/Rondeau/Winter I survived
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1449-558-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Your Favorite Theme
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 04/12/2022
Fourth Place
In a room where they whispered “you may not survive,”
I carried a spark that was stubbornly alive,
They warned of the danger, the edge, the sharp dive,
But hope held my hand and said, “still, you will strive.”
Through fear and through nights where no light could arrive,
I spoke to my son, “we will both stay alive,”
Every beat of my heart was a desperate drive,
For the chance just to meet him, to see him, to thrive.
Then silence—two minutes no breath would arrive,
The longest of moments I’ve ever survived,
The world stood completely still, barely alive,
Till a cry broke the dark and he finally arrived.
They rushed him away just to help him survive,
Ten days under wires just to keep him alive,
Yet even through pain he would gently arrive,
With a smile so soft it made broken hearts thrive.
A miracle child with the kindest of eyes,
Who laughs without reason, who never denies,
With cars in his hands and joy in his cries,
A light that no shadow could ever disguise.
But time took a turn I could never revise,
They said I must leave, though I begged, though I tried,
Three hours a week just to stay by his side,
Counting each second before goodbye arrived.
A year and a half of those moments confined,
Each hug, every laugh, replayed in my mind,
Then they closed every door and left me behind,
Till eighteen long years redraw what’s been denied.
But hope is a thread that no distance unties,
It lives in the love that no system denies,
In every small memory time can’t disguise,
In the bond between hearts no absence defies.
So Leo, my son, as the long years go by,
Know you were the reason I chose to still try,
No matter the silence, the where or the why,
My love stays beside you—it never says goodbye.
If time can tell who I am
I dare say I haven't enough
If time can simply tell a when
I would want a world of time to just laugh
Do we need pain for laughter to thrive?
Is that why we smile with hidden remorse...
The many things we do trying to feel alive
Can we not accept simple gains and humongous lost?
And we live on without the cure for cancer
And I revel without a cure to die of laughter
Yet the search for gags are vastly narrower
Isn't all things with experience the better?
There are so much pain every which way we turn
Everywhere we go, everywhere we won't
So much depression we decidedly enroll to earn
Paired with sipping amusements whether we do or don't
Can time tell an eventual I?
Dare I say it wouldn't be enough?
It should never be "time to die"
Rather I'll say, "It's time to laugh"