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Born 31st July 2014 – Passed 16th July 2025
When shadows fell and nights grew long..
You came into my life.. a light, a song.
So soft, so sweet, with joy so true..
The world felt brighter just with you.
You made me laugh when I would cry..
A wagging tail, a knowing eye.
No judgment, just your steady grace..
Pure love reflected in your face.
You never asked, you simply gave..
A loyal heart, forever brave.
Through every storm, you stayed near..
A guardian soul I held so dear.
Each cuddle, each walk, those dress-up days..
Your silly charm, your loving ways.
A kiss on the cheek, a walk in the park..
You filled my world with your loving spark.
Tuppence, my angel, my truest friend..
How I wish this love could never end.
But though your paws no longer tread..
You live on in the tears I've shed.
You were perfect, joy without disguise..
A spark of heaven in your eyes.
And though you’ve crossed where I can’t see..
Your spirit still walks close to me.
My heart will echo your gentle bark..
Your memory glows through every dark.
You’ll never leave, not really gone..
In soul, in love, you still live on.
Rest now, my darling, soft and deep..
In peaceful dreams and endless sleep.
Forever loved, forever mine..
My Tuppence, sweet and one of a kind.
A Queens’s love
Thick palace walls where lichen grows,
And battlements in deep dark shade,
Watch o’er the lady in the tower.
Although her heart already knows,
She keeps the vow that she has made
And sits alone within her bower.
As sunset hues of golden glows.
And shadows fall in daylight fade
The queen mourns for her forest flower*.
On Flodden field his life blood flows.
Her king the final price has paid.
His body broken, battle ower*.
His life, the king, gave for his cause
The truest king that ever was.
4stanzas x3 lines and a couplet. abc abc abc abc dd
James1V—Married Margaret, sister of Henry V111of England
Queen Margaret’s bower, where she sat, can still be seen at Linlithgow palace.
• Ower----Scot’s tongue for over.
• The Flowers of the Forest---by Jean Elliot, a song of lament for the men who died at
Flodden
Form:
You can’t get my memory removed from your mind,
No matter what you do, think or say?
You can’t remove each bold image of me,
As I haunt you through every dark day?
Well, my smile, my eyes, my innocent glance,
It’s me haunting you with love that is real,
It’s clear that I’ve set a beautiful spell over you,
A spell that helps you to feel,
A part of something bigger than yourself,
Where you belong with a love that you’ve seen,
And, you know, the only way you can break this spell,
Is to tell me how much we both mean,
Only then will I remove this spell that I cast,
This spell where your obstacle is me,
Only when you reveal your truest feelings inside,
You’ll become what you’re able to be.
We haven’t been formally acquainted
Though your words now travel in me
A picture of harmony you’ve painted
Love truest, in the very highest degree
Trouble in the midst, but don’t stress
Look into the windows of the soul
Therein you’ll find your happiness
Where two parts become a whole
Partake of this newfound pleasure
Two rivers now flowing into one
The joy contained has no measure
Warmth radiating like rays of sun
On this road of destiny or now call it fate
To encounter true love, it’s never too late
Based on In Deepened Harmony by Nette Onclaud
I do not know you, but your friends desire you back. You must truly be a light and inspiration to them.
I been running away, trying to escape
No matter what dimension I picked
The truth would hunt its prey
I love all with all I got but sport no halo
Because I was meant to see them all
Before I even let that beast out of me
I have come to death like breeze In fall
First time by energy and ice
I was young so no regrets to vision.
The second time by water of true death
My buddy life support for 8 weeks
One night sick and body's on sides of bed
White n dark argued of possession but
Neither took collection
The last was more a loss of chains
That retarded the one soul
By bounds of mans perception
Of gods creations and essential words
Verses old. Remastered television
I'm tired of learning retrofact
I am relevant to the realm of only eternity
One word sets of a thousand stories
Held by all past, present, and not new to me
I see relationship in every single accident
Of truest evil innamely.
Before all will be known, shown from innermost
Core of all individual
Learn evil does not live unless you harbour deception
And light does not grow if life is not residual
We walk amongst hell, for no demons holds heaven
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Form:
It’s God has been gracious in Hebrew
with letters I have never drawn
My mom loved the Gospels’ application of being the beloved disciple
Jesus Favorite
My dad chose it because his grandfather
his truest father figure was named Juan
And he was Juan’s favorite
It’s a lot if I think about it, but Cabascango as a last name
Stands out more, sticks in the memory of those who can
Remember it
pronounce it
Correctly
John isn’t so dramatic as its meaning
At least not in English
Once In college I was accused of having
A boring first name
I guess you can’t be Jesus' favorite and everyone else’s
They read our poems, and more than that,
they leave a word or two.
It isn’t much, yet that’s a thing
some folks here NEVER do.
Some heroes never visit me.
I sure do wish they would,
but I am glad to know at least
to others they are good.
They welcome poets never seen
by simply saying hi
or click to comment on our poems,
not just on that “Reply.”
I know we all have busy lives,
but if we post a poem,
it’s much more fun if we can feel
this is our second home.
The builders of community
are whom I’m writing of.
To those I’ve met and those not yet,
I’m sending you my love!
I just found out I had to choose
three poets and no more.
It pays to study contest rules
not after, but BEFORE.
And so I'll name three friends of mine:
The very first to greet
me and become a truest friend
was Nikko, one so sweet.
Another one to fit the bill
of great community
is Jan. I love her humor and
her sweet sincerity.
So many others do their part
to make this place so great.
My newest friend is CayCay, and
to meet her was my fate.
Three friends, all women, do their part
to build community.
These are the ladies who now bring
sweet sanity to me!
11/10/2015
Since my Poetry Soup Heroes are too many to name, I have named three Community builders that I am currently the most in communication with through Hotmail: Nikko Palmario (who goes by binibining P.iNk), Jan Allison, and CayCay Jennings. For me, friendship is everything. Without good friends here, how can one truly enjoy the experience?
In secret gardens, far from sight,
I shed the masks I wear in light.
No eyes to judge, no voice to guide,
Just whisper of the self inside.
The whisper which wishes to reside in every heart,
i am the resonating echo of that restless void.
I wander, seeking light in the darkness,
I've heard I am the source of that very light.
Since I began to bear the weight of suffering,
Life has turned somewhat sweet, dear soul.
The poet's treasure is his precious grief,
That's why I weave garlands of tears.
In hidden paths, our souls unwind,
The tender parts, the raw, unkind.
The fears we guard, the dreams we hide,
All rise to meet the open sky.
Who are we then, beneath the stars,
Without the weight of who we are?
In secret gardens, free, we stand,
The truest self, with open hands.
No need for words, no need for form,
In quiet stillness, we transform.
We are the seed, the root, the flame,
Untouched by pride, untouched by name.
In that still place, where shadows bend,
We find ourselves, and there we mend.
For in the garden, we are whole—
A timeless truth, our deepest soul.
My heart, my heart
By Michelle Morris
29/01/2024
I see in you my heart, my heart
It beats inside my heart, my heart
For you are my truest perfection of love, my heart
You are my heart within my heart, my heart
I feel you inside my heart, my heart
You and I are one, my sweet, my heart
For you and I are entwined, my heart
Those silver threads go on and on, my heart
We echo together throughout the Universe, my heart
Our energy reflected in every blade of grass, my heart
We are the ocean in every drop, my heart
We are stardust and starlight, my heart
We know and are known, my heart
Two halves of the one soul, my heart
Made whole by our tendrils of love, my heart
Made complete by God's grace, my heart
And throughout eternity we shall endure, my heart
For we beat as one heart in vessels fine, my heart
No mortal coils shall bind us to Earth, my heart
As we fly forth freely to new worlds, my heart
And if we should be lost from one another, my heart
I know it would be temporary, my heart
For in you is my deepest love, my heart
And in me is your heartsong forever, my heart
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Like ice and ice
Satin purple ribbon in between
Describe the lines
Echoes, and voice in between
Like a sculpture of an angel
holding a frozen ice cold heart
She's the ice princess
of your fenced in world
Defined by the limits of your own mind
Co-sign her heart to dependence
For you can't overcome
the shadows of your past
And the horns sound
to glorify her
And what are you supposed to do when the world
adores the ice princess of your heart
If only you could melt her
To only to chisel her
Into your truest of true beauty queen
But no she's your angel
Frozen and unmoving at times
To an exxagerated few
Sing her praises
Compliment her ways
See the angel and not your past
See the in between lines of what is not being said
Hear the silence of her words
that you are her comfort and company