Long Twinkly Poems
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Aha: a Poetic Noetic Instantiation in Three Acts
rushing inference, imminent insight
suddenly it’s clear, a gut feeling—
swooning, reeling,
cross-connected hemispheres
syncopated, reverberated, totally aware
open byways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mind
synapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver,
’lectrik neurons fire—suddenly—in time
aha! aha! oh gawd I see—I ran around ’n cried—
a fool I’ve been; all along it’s there, right in front of me
with a grin ’n a nod ’n twinkly-looking ’round
raised my arms ’n slapped my thighs
’n made a ruckus sound—
donned my hat ’n set it skewed
upon my big bright head,
set off to town in an uplifted mood,
while whistling a sweet sound—
forgot what I had found
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there’s a hole in my head
where the wounds of reason seep;
all words are dead inside my head—
what’s left is dark ’n deep
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I’ll always live
and always die
on the event horizon
of my mind’s eye,
where the flash
of neuronal fires
flowers into
sudden epiphany— --
I’m too young and too happy
according to my ‘infectious agents’ professor
and is he ever wrong?
Four of us pressurized med-school freshmen
(Chloé, Emma, Léah, and I) who have become
fast friends, were twisted together in a seated circle,
laughing, cutting up and sharing our deepest thoughts
as the TAs handed back several quizzes that had been
slowly and torturously graded over the past month.
Isn’t it bad enough that studies have reordered us,
and made our days and nights as one?
Must we also wear our spirits low? We cannot.
Humor is our gentle requital
Laughter is the impossibility powerful sound
that slays worry and common sense
That educated man may spend his authority as he wishes
but well-timed delights can’t always be scheduled.
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Songs for this:
Me & You by HONNE
Jamirobeegees Mashup by Pomplamoose
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He said "you're too young and too happy" with a twinkly smile
but I treated it seriously in this poem. ??
Let’s talk to the moonlight
Telling her, our stories
recording our songs
Sang on a cold night
Let’s pray to the twinkly star
Calling on her cold embrace
As our skin folds in response
While we are covered in each others breath
Mixing every notes with heart lines
Journeying into this paradise of ours
Walking side by side till forever’s end
as legends of old worn novels once walked
from Romeo et Juliet to Simi in Gold
sinking teeth, nails and hook all at once
Let’s stay on this trail from dusk to dawn
With time the price of this Trip
through the winter storm
And the fleeting rains casting a silhouette of our presence
Enjoying the shift in night’s moment
To create a memory of a life time
This is where the Joy is
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2024
Ah, I see it now
Yes, I feel it now
This is where the Joy is
Here in this present moment
I can't change my past
I can't leap into the future
But I can take this Gift of Now
And enjoy it's unfolding beauty
And if I string them all together
Like the twinkly lights on a Christmas tree
I'll illuminate the memories
Create a Life of Magic and Mystery
To experience all these Blessings
These miracles of Love and Light and Hope
They inspire Faith in every heart
They inspire Joy in every Soul
Ah, I know it now
Yes, I am connected to it All
This Universe that God created
Is beyond the mind... Into infinity
We can't change our past
We can only imagine the future
But here, here my friends is where the Joy is
We can magnify it through our choices
And if we string them all together
Like the twinkly lights on a Christmas tree
We'll illuminate the memories
Create a Life of Magic and Mystery
To experience all these Blessings
These miracles of Love and Light and Hope
They inspire Faith in every heart
They inspire Joy in every Soul
Ah, we know it now
Yes, we are connected to it All
This Universe that God created
Is beyond our minds... Until forevermore
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Shiny stone, blue
My eye keeps wandering back to it.
It is a great faculty meeting.
But we have it every year.
This ring is new.
Pretty.
Mesmerizing.
I am loving the blue twinkly stone.
I need to jump up and dance or wiggle.
We have been in the chairs for twenty-three minutes.
The speaker smiles at me.
She is my boss. She knows me.
She announces we are all getting up
And moving around the room, playing a little game.
I am so grateful; I think she did it for me.
When we return to our seats, I am much happier.
I glance once again at the sparkly blue stone.
I smile at my boss, and she winks. All is well.
My thoughts came up again
Like the rush of a heavy a rain
My finger tips swollen with symbols
Drained in paints of inspired constructs.
I have seen a poison bought cheaply
And kills in a twinkle done twinkly
I have seen of a massacre done
A man under this sun.
I know of a poison bodily bottled
Inherently laden and mottled
Ten times massacre
In abandon and without care.
I have seen a company of bush meats
That roams in pride and strange feats
I know of the dread of a disease
That has crowned many their lives to cease.
I have heard of a prostitutes’ notification
Stripped of their personification
An animalized synonymy
‘’BUSH MEATS ACADEMY’’
I have seen the beasts in men
Like the draught in lions’ den
Many out of many
Dry wells without comfort any.
I have seen the husbands’ experience
Where anger holds their manly evidence
Too hot to control their fisting prowess
A cowardly way to husbandly express.
I have seen the sheer foolishness in beauty
That robs off a woman’s intellectual quality
And the integrity in ‘’Iwalewa”
What then is beauty polished every hour?
I have seen beautiful Agbeke chew her husband
And dashing Abike throw the food with one hand
The noise of Orekelewa Aduke has woken me,
My standby alarm every early morning.
Our dad drives with the recliner down like a waterbed as uncapped bottles of water gushes down. My older sister putting on her third face now, none of it hides her stuck-out tongue at me. My older brother still thinks I'm invisible. Not mom, she only sees me, "Did you break this, or, did you spill this?"
It's one of those 'Blackouts', it seem to be a bit more as I get older. I am getting up a bit bolder, they say that it is a good thing munchkin getting a agronot badge so I can put on my spacesuit. Soon I'll be able to shoot for one of those starry twinkly pads way up there twinkling away.
They'll be getting me ready for those receiving pads up there, but here on Earth we just have the launching pads just around the bend. Still blackout, and pretty much Indian country here they think this whole place is scared land. It's not scared land, it's sacred land. Well it's scary now with it been blackout all this way.
We can see the tall behemoths standing in the shadows pointy noses all seeing circularity's silhouettes destination bound for that moon, or Kalamazoo. Tough being four, Kalamazoo? Yeah, that's Indian for where all the injured animals crawl to die when the Indians go during the hunt.
GOOD, I will take the spirits of the animals with me, like troopers, and I will take them to the happy hunting grounds in the sky.
Today I loose my virginity
My friends teasing me please express the tune of your romance.
I grin on them with a smile okay dear laugh
I am nervous that is she Amaze with the arangment what in that point I am thought fully playing holding little finger game by self....
Suddenly a aroma of loban sniff into my nose her hair braided by it she closed my eyes and gave me a peck on to my forehead
Her wrist felt like a melted chocolate with golden butter that with a closed eyes slowly when I open I looked at her
Means of flowers twinkly near the sea tides her neck piece of black pearl give the darkness of shade at day
She wants me to express I hug her feet on my foot so in her eyes I can say that
I love you
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
She was an ordinary forest until she wasn’t.
I did not see her most magical tree until I was deep inside her oaks
This glistening twinkly dazzling bright-lighted tree was next to the water
I crept up quietly not realizing faeries were all over her leaves.
Her forest’s foremost faerie queen had been expecting me.
She allowed her subjects to keep their lights glowing
I could see who she was protecting when I got closer and saw the faeries.
I am getting weak, she confided. You must help select the next faerie queen.
Me! I am a mere human! I know nothing about such matters.
You have been chosen, she assured me, thus, I began interviewing.
I selected the one who seemed the most kind; and she appeared satisfied.
She disappeared before my eyes, and a crown appeared on the chosen one’s head.
The forest suddenly got even quieter, which I did not know was possible.
Glistening faerie tree lit my way out for a bit, but then the lights disappeared.
I never found this magical forest again; but I guess I found it when I was meant to.
For I have felt uplifted and overjoyed ever since, honored by forest faeries.
Long before we met
I loved you
though countenance as yet unclear;
long before I ever heard
your voice, sensed I a perfect fit
out-there, somewhere
for my very eclectic ear --
Destiny is the word she used,
the old woman, with cards and
tea-leaves – a White Witch her
advertised claim: in a tent, at
an outdoor carnival somehow
I can’t say, she even knew your name…
Long before the first kiss sealed
with embrace made promise
with vow made sacred
perhaps before the first spring came
tossed its dingy veil, made colorful
beguile...into us spoke scented petal-like
blossoming smile
long before the first step
and endless seeming mile --
season given time to entrance,
great power to smudge and erase
Perhaps long before
God had written His best romance --
imagined human hearts, couplets of
tender poetry, song and joyful dance --
perhaps far back, when God
first considered love, make sketch
and model design -- made man’s visage
and form resemble His own Divine…
gave creation license to copy,
to fondly reline or trace – for
sometimes careless figuring gave wash
of forever grace – a lonely God, releasing
His kingdom, wanting only to freely
share, breathing life into lungs of
clay beings, declaring each his
child – offspring, royal heir
Perhaps even then, that far back
in God’s perfectly caring heart,
you and I were resident tenants
there, as angels reside in heaven above
wherever we travel, goes with us
signed lease of eternal love --
though having transient souls predetermined
never long us to dwell apart – such depth of union
like God’s glittering universe ever expanding
as those endless fields of stars linked together
twinkly hand-in-hand, love -- time’s radiant, inextinguishable
source and core -- God will keep us sparkling brilliantly close
adhered to His Loving Heart
Now, long after and long before