Long Touchstone Poems
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(Gen. 1: 1, 14 / * Isa. 26: 4 / Isa. 43: 10 , Isa. 44: 6 , Isa. 45: 5-7, 17, Isa. 46: 9-11 /
* Acts 1: 7 / * Eccl. 3: 1-8, 11 / Mark 13: 30-33 / 1 Tim. 1: 17 / Jude 25 / Rev. 21 :6)
The King Of Eternity Gave Me Laser Answers
So That I Would Know of All Matters
That It's All Only A Matter of Time
Yes, All Things Are Set In Time's Prime
Yes, It's All Only A Matter of Time's Size
It All Comes In The Frame As Time Supplies
The Past, The Present & The Future All Relates
It All Devolves Upon The Time That It Takes To Make:
Once Upon A Time:
One Drop of Water Pierced A Stone-Face Into A Smile
One Step Then Another Paced A Walk, A Million Miles
One Speck of Dust Then Another Made Earth's Mosaic-Tiles
... of Pebbles Into Boulders Until The Many Mountains Piled
& A Child Grew From An Embryo, As One Cell Multiplied
All In A Matter of Time's Length & Scope & Steady Strides
Once Upon A Time:
One Thread Joined Another Until Its Sewn Into A Fashion Style
& Years Reached The Hour's Stroke That Heralded End of Trials
Each Separate Instant As It Happened - Produced History's Files
See - Its All Only A Matter of Time, All The While
There Is A Time For Every Matter & A Time For Every Thing
It's All Only A Matter of Time's Space, Track & Sync
So It's Only A Matter of Minutes In The Continuum of Time
'Til We'll Meet The Moment - All Is Divine
Whether Its A Hard Conclusion or An Easy Climb
Whether Infinity Is Curved or In A Strict, Straight Line
Whether We Fail To Find Our Own Finally Arrived Sign
Or The Start & A Stop & In The Middle That Binds
Its All Only In A Matter of Time ...
Whether That's To Catch Ocean Waves or A Winds Cadence
Or To Fly Thru Galaxies By The Speed of Light's Radiance
Time Is Ever Moving Forward & Spreading In The Distance
Time Has No Break & Man Can't Hold Time With Resistance
Time Is A Touchstone, That A Traveler Uses As A Chart
Minutes Are Modes of Transport, In Time's Non-Stop March
A Moment Is Only A Motion, of Emotional Import
Yet Whether Its Digital or Analog or Of A Sundial Sort
We Can Touch Time - From Our Own Back-Porch
Time of Itself Is An Interval ... & Time Is A Track
One Can't Rewind Actions & Time Won't Run Back
(Unless of Course GOD Himself Designates That Act)
But Time Is Organized & A Tamper-Proof-Fact
(Part 1 of 3)
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise,
you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use.
In your absence, I am left with bittersweet
caramello pain,
forever longing for your ephemeral archery reigns,
to stick your finger in and frost your tips, lips, hips.
With every plié, a heart skips a beat,
as feelings pirouette upon your rage
and bloodlust and cage.
Each soft tendu, a love story paged,
imbued with passion's fire, never to age.
But doth wrinkle rings around my heart like a chain,
loosely at first.
Then comes your tools of torture,
your sandblaster-twirls deoxyribonucleiy
amidst a dreamscape host given wage,
unfurls, serpentor,
hyour body, an instrument
for efficacies' grand gauge.
Through leaps and bounds, love's whispers
take shape, like an hourglass shaken
to be thrown to the Leviathan sea.
Given over to the carcinogenie of winds,
carrying own lamp of photosins seeding plans.
Your occulant lids, occupancy Inn
unfolding a tale stolen from Wonderland
with narrator mouth agape.
Like a hellmouth opened revealing iron rows
of oscillator teeth, of to then throe.
I know there is no escape, but surrenders
oasiatic retreat of blue snows.
From your sire nyour cover of cape.
Spellbinding me to the elements
like salt in the wound to taste and one to grow.
O, ballerina of love, your steps mesmerize,
evoking metamorphic fertiles,
lilypad touchstone monads of diodes and control pads and padded rooms of the matrixed "mad",
making us crystals of your rites,
constellate consulates of your Medusaic petrify,
metamorphed from pieces of coal-
fitted for pressure, heat of becoming
from your diamond bit drill.
But beneath the surface of t h i s-
frozen-heartless veneer,
y o u r c a r o m i n g d a r k n e s s
come to take me away-
lies a fire, a longing, a blaze yet unquenched
Ignited by the spark of hope,
a steal cable between your wench
the yearning for warmth
worked by passion match.
There eyes an unaided flicker,
Me, the Wicker-man
struggling against your vice grip,
your tangle of betrathed lisp.
I am tied by your poetry,
your visa drip, feminine W I C C A - Beltane slip
of slip.
A bridge too far,
of golden vistas burning,
now, there is no return.
For me, only to find your drowning sea or burn.
(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:)
I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny
it was your kitten fur voice
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture of it
with which
no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight
on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my
“made to order” searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent
with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
a white gem
silent, hidden behind my poetry
sitting in a seat in that Inn
listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart
onto the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton
like a cloud-kissed sky
I was light as air and as deep as “a thousand leagues under the sea”
You became my heroic touchstone,
my one true thing sapphire-sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
oxen yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself
faithfully -to “my cross to bear”
your endless denial of our love.
You were lithe…thin as a straw… tall as a poplar
white as ash and grey as coal
except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
....of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
It was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back
the stars of my own piercing need
Yoked by my own wanton weave … I drove on blindly
mind spider webbed
the ghost of your emotion-less carcass draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in a cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age -Some loud, angry band you loved
Less real to you
by far more ethereal and ever lost in time to me
than the new found “writing on the wall”
I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny
(How cliché)
it was your kitten fur voice (O how you would hate that)
the avocado texture
with which …no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you...
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my made to order
searing searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent…with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
White gem silent…hidden behind my poetry in a seat in that Inn
I was listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart on the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton…like a cloud kissed sky
I was... light as air and deep as the sea
You became my heroic touchstone…my one true thing sapphire sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
I yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself…faithfully to my “cross to bear” -your endless denial of our love
You were lithe…thin as a straw…tall as a poplar...white as ash and grey as coal except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
…of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
In truth...it was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back the stars
of my own piercing need
so yoked by my own wanton weave …I drove on blindly
the ghost of your emotionless carcass still draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in the cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age
(Some loud angry band you loved)
less real (to you)
but far more ethereal bubble dreamy and ever lost in time (to me)
than the newly discovered “writing on the wall”
*POP*
Just a girl child, just a woman.
After all's said or done - a human
running through open mind fields
patched with white wheat yield.
Seeds sown groan-grown
piecemeal pockets among throngs
of lilies leaping up in colour song
acapella red, blue, orange, pink
white, yellow - genes garbled ink
across a fertile landscape thrown.
Solomon's glory dethroned.
Symmetry of beauty and form
reflection repeats patterns torn
straight out of tangled bloodlines -
ancestral kaleidoscope redefines
her story as she turns stones
over in a search for the unknown
undistilled divine. Pretty pigments
pile on palette, ready for the brush
with life and death's indifferent
strokes. Will her touchstone crush
Springtime fractals fresh new green?
Old patterns mirror reversion - silkscreen
repeats on new fabric, and paper sheets
are tailor made paper boat fleets
for furious fight and fragile flight.
Sins of the father float her form downstream,
Times gorge rips apart her heart upstream.
Rock hard walls bounce back sing-song
lament and lullaby echoes out of sight...
Today's throes can't dent the past long gone.
Polyphonic sounds stream her away
in rhythmic rituals from day to day...
Hope will not fade to whispers feather light,
further on in future's distant sight.
In sunrise sky life flies up proud-
Her heart echo beats in time, are loud.
Doves and Eagles, lowly or great in their own just right,
know no fear of unknown depths or unknown heights.
Airfields are heaven high above, or on earth below...
Wingtips merely move over heads of wheat,
While lily leaves are sunshields in the heat.
Aqua Marine. Just Musing.
Posted 3rd November 2024.
If you love someone, set them free...
Whether children leaving the nest or friendships that last across continents... Love is forever... Even when we're apart.
We hold hands and leap tall buildings
By Michelle Morris
09/03/2025
I don't want to lose you
But I can't see another way
You have to be free and true to you
It's not right for you to stay
It's time for you to spread your wings
It's time for you to fly
I never want you to feel caged
I'll love you and hug you goodbye
Because goodbye is not forever
Goodbye is just for now
Hold my hands and feel the energy
We are connected through our powers
Nothing is impossible
The universe is magical and vast
We'll always be in touch, my love
Remember our love is built to last
The foundation of our relationship
Trust and kindness and empathy
Emotions and hearts entwined
We love with joy and the purest feelings
We've always had each other's backs
We know that there is strength in cohesion
We never let anyone get between us
We know relationships are life's meaning
Because no one can make it on their own
Everyone needs love and kindness
Everyone needs a cheerleader
Everyone needs support at times
We build each other up
We hold hands and leap tall buildings
We are superheroes and unstoppable
We don't see limits, only willingness
Whether apart or together
We'll be there through the years
A touchstone and magical connection
Creating laughter, tending tears
So, as you walk your journey
Remember that you are never alone
I'm across the world but with you in spirit
I'll leave the light on until you're home
© Michelle Morris, 2025
HEALING RUNES
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Of all the stones that are stately mesmerizing
None can heal like my combined, energized hues
How through my iridescent rock I work wonders abating
Stress and strife clear muddy clouds of hardened blues,
Take my carnelian streaks, they are life’s reverberations…
Opening a shut and confused heart,
Nestle me on your lower spine, I’ll balance bodily vibrations
While making all your dark moods depart.
And since your heavy load weighs while walking
Through tranquil oaks; I have seen your view,
My moss agate upon your chest will come rolling
Upon your verdant slope, fresh forest calm rises true…
Like a rune that balances your chakras realigning
Please know this scared chunk can cleanse the scene;
Here are my jasper ringlets, no other gem can be pacifying…
Small or ridged, this is the power of my pink, yellow, green
Through ancient rites, my jewel is rarest, glistening
An ageless touchstone made also from malachite,
A leafy inner vein that restores deep spiritual calming
This shape rustling on snowflakes and splendor of sunlight…
That now, I gaze into ponds of your eyes bent while kneeling
My sphere of aura circles around bases of energy ‘s sheen
And know , no other gem or stone can help with healing…
Then take me in peace, your soul’s clear- quartz crystal beam.
© 2011 reserved
*Chakras: the major centers of spiritual power in the human body
and are circles of energy which balance the vortex of life
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For: Catie Lindsey
GEMS
Written: August 27, 2023
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Let a divine fire smolder in my soul.
Ignite the depths; lead me to feel whole.
A touchstone to strike, to set ablaze
Burning away the dross in a fiery craze.
My being, once poor and dark,
Now burns as an incandescent spark.
Surrounded by the holiest of haloes,
A flame that only devotion shows
Oh, let my soul be iridescent.
In a rippling flow of melody, ever-present.
Soaring to the dark sky—I ascend,
A countless crowd of stars—my quest wend
Even after my glimmers die out,
My light will linger, without a doubt.
The veil of darkness lifts from my eyes.
Revealing the blessed light will not disguise
With your blessings, my searing pangs,
Transform into a pious light that hangs,
Upward, toward the heavens above,
A testament to your boundless love.
Allow angels' fire to burn up my soul and clutch
A flame that burns with a sacred touch.
Igniting the core, purging all that's impure,
Leaving behind a spirit that's mature
Let this fire be a sparkle of hope.
My guide through life's turns and slopes
As I navigate the shadows and the strife,
Let this fire be the guiding light in my life.
Let this fire be a source of inspiration.
A catalyst for transformation.
Let it ignite a fire within my heart.
To create, to love, and to play my carte.
Let this fire be a force that sets my spirit free.
To explore, to grow, and to be all that I can be.
Let it burn brightly; let it blaze.
As I embrace the challenges life lays.
Sonnet #1
A cloying scent this unrequited love
sad saccharine denial of its roots
harsh coo – the chortle of a fleeing dove
escaping from the nest of passion’s truths.
The fetid feel of limply touching hand
upon the fevered brow of stricken foe
erasing lovers footprints from the sand
believing that all tides must come and go.
Thus did the fever break, and I awake
alone upon the cold and sweat stained sheets
believing that all love is naught but fake
a masquerade of liar’s texts and tweets.
Has passion but succumbed to passion’s heat
or must all passions suffer such defeat?
11/5/2016
lines 3,4 and 13 have 10 syllables by my count
and 11 syllables by howmanysyllables.com count
Sonnet #2
And yet the heart of passion stilled will beat
upon the very walls that bid it flee
steadfastly stand and rally in retreat
a love that waits where passion went to sea
Lone footprints sadly circling tideless pools
scanning the silent surf for distant flame
passion in lustful search for passions fools
must meet a passion’s passion with the same
For pain is but the touchstone of this ruse
sweet proof that what was held was passion pure
dark pain that animates the passions muse
to bite the bloodied lip that must endure.
So does the sunrise climb to heat of day
while sunset in its cooling slips away.
11/6/2016
line 8 counted as 11 syllables by howmanysyllables
counted as 10 by me
//howmanysyllable seems to think that every apostrophe (‘s) adds a syllable//
The phantom unclasps its long, dark tendrils
while a buxom maiden sings with her minstrels
In the shadows it moves like billowing smoke
While the jester poses riddles to the king in his cloak
Silently slithering like a slick and sinewy snake
Surreptitiously scattering spiders for Satan's sake
They weave the phantom's web like an unseen trap
They catch and consume men as fast as a clap
Carcasses of the fallen are strewn across the floor
Some were unknown and some were heroes of lore
Prideful and vain, they walked right into a snare
The phantom grinned while they said their prayers
Let them be examples to to those of us not taken
Let us walk with humility, steadfast and unshaken
Shine your light in the shadows and shapes will shimmer
Learn as much as you can and let the lessons simmer
The phantom recoils at the glimmer in our eyes
It dries up and withers when God is our ally
When we listen to the wisdom of those who came before
We dodge its greatest weapon and send it out the door
But, it lives on in the coolest shade and warm winds
Evading our senses and the light we use to cleanse
Hiding in the corners and crevices of the universe
Waiting to steal our blessings and replace them with a curse
If we aren't careful it will creep into our lives
Using all our secrets in its hidden archives
So shine your light in the permeating dark
Let it be a stark reminder, a touchstone, and a hallmark