Long Visionary Poems
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Holly
By Michelle Morris
10/09/2022
The Holly leaves shine brightly
Under the dappled sunlit woods
Mysterious and silent
Alone and misunderstood
Sacred and compelling
As the thorny crown and blood of Christ
A symbol of fertility
And eternal life
Peace and goodwill blessings
Christmas and wintertime
So much gratitude is given
By mythology and religious tomes
Inspiring creativity and endurance
Throughout the darkest days
Holly is a reminder
To focus on your greatness
The Holly leaves are also simply
Beautiful and green
A quiet reminder to me
That life is a constant blessing
So much spirituality and meaning
So many blessings to us all
The Holly tree is an evergreen symbol
Forever in this changing world
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I stand before the deep-sea
And hear the sounds of voices
Far away that cries sad noises.
Where is my angel to see?
High above, they watch over me
Making sure I go the right way
In life and look over what I say
You see, I am all I have to be.
Those calls of weep ride on
While visionary eyes see you go
No matter how I wish to undergo,
The sea continues to move on.
Waves are breaking the show now
Caring me back to another case
Some try to give me replies in place
Maybe love may lift an eyebrow.
Yesterdays echoes are ever rolling by
And those voices are washing away
I also see my angels floating another way
My best years are coming with no reply.
The roll of drums beat and guide forward
Hear the wind blowing yes to tomorrow?
It says thank you and forgets your knows
Fly away and live your dreams onward.
Upon the gossamer
and zephyr’s swell,
A chrysalis yields
forth its iridescent
grace,
Transcending the
somatic, earthly shell,
To map the ether’s
labyrinthine space.
With membranous
and variegated flight,
It navigates the floral,
sweet parterre,
A momentary splash
of liquid light,
Embellishing the
high, quiescent air.
Through short, ephemeral
and fleeting days,
This lepidopteran beauty
drifts alone,
A kaleidoscope of shifting
brilliant rays,
To human eyes a miracle
unknown.
Then twilight folds its
fragile, painted wing,
A silent, brief, and iridescent
thing.
And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks, filters
and dispenses joy
From mechanoly cells
Pleading for regeneration
The familiar beg towards
Indiscriminate joys
Mean nothing but
To be left alone
Crystallized, for exhibition
to the many
Everyone partake
Seek a morsel for
Yourself
Because it's fleeting
And sadness reigns
Through our ears,
Acoustic lies flutter
Sincerely, vacant waves
Of love melodic,
It does its job,
Tainting sweetly our reality
While souls huddle close
For a deeper view
Our here and now
Climbs, repels
From sentimental summits
Vistas of pretty dreams
Fragrant, lauding over
The stench whispering
Towards the barren valley below
Then back to us
Hearing, humming
Exhuming
Chemical reactions
Singed
By recall
Broken or of whole
The music
Causing joy to
Drop by when we need it the most
And sadness reigns
We're startled,
As focus brings
The world into
Rarefied view
Intensive stare,
Colliding our senses
Interpreting their meanings
Elastic snowballs
Thundering into
Psychotic waves of
Lustful avalanches
that burn the retinas
With joy, inquisition,
Indelible glances
Hung up neatly
To wear when
Dreams demand them,
And there are peeks,
Boisterous looks
That tease your mind
And theirs
Visionary tales
Gross of dischord
And malfunction,
Though they serve
As guests,
Glee in a box,
Nibble, taste
Devour, done
And sadness reigns
Because you and I
All before us
And those to follow
And yet to come
Arrive, depart through
Unmarked swiveled doors
Betwixt adjoining suites
Cemented
Endlessly
By the mundane
we require
The horrific which we
Bring and run across
The zeal we grab
For ourselves and others
The aggression we
Wage and deflect
The resignation we extract
And authorize
And somehow
As sadness reigns
We defect
And elect
To be ruled
By something else.
(1/27/05)
having not known
when he meet death
i find myself the last mourner
none the less
i have grief to shoulder
hidden tears
that have become bolder
as history becomes older
a time in my past
and often remembered moments
that made me what i am
my teacher, my master
words he would not understand
but Herman Ruff
was more than just a man
i was just a teenager
when God put me in his hand
with gospel music
he molded my past
i never let go of what he gave me
it still last
i take that talent and use it
where ever i am
that part of him still lives because
I Am
he put something inside of me
that said "I can"
i can make music
more beautiful than before
i can use my voice
to open hidden doors
i can make people
stand to the floor
with tenors harmony
that makes them beg for more
all this came from a man
i now adore
with words of tribute
that say i could have done more
some where up in Heaven
on the grandest of grand pianos
he sings
giving God the Glory
the way he taught me
I am in a room,
With a brush and a broom.
Casually looking into the window,
But unable to see the rainbow.
My eyes unable to comprehend,
For the window was stained.
Clouded with colours of bleakness,
Darkened by Disappointments,
Reddened by Rejection,
Dimmed by Dejection,
Smudged by Self-doubt,
And Clouded by Criticism in and out.
My mind hovered back,
When things weren't so abstract.
The window was so clean,
That I could see future foreseen.
The rainbow was blooming bright,
As I viewed the world with great delight.
Suddenly I came back to senses,
I rose my brush as a reflex.
Maybe it just needed some cleaning,
As I thought deeming.
I looked again at the window of life,
Sure enough it needed healing all right.
27/03/23
NOTE: Inspiration taken by Book:- Attitude is everything by Jeff Keller
What if the ears of the world were functioning
Maybe that would have prevented it from slumbering
Snoozing in it very daylight stupidity
Unveiling the barrier to save humanity.
Unified in fighting against poverty
And not to promote the so called white supremacy
Because the world is blind
We smile with dirt in our mind
Undermining the ideals that we supposed to live by
Not spreading love, causing others to cry
We suppose to live in peace, yet we chose to perish in war,
In the name of flags and banners when humanity we ought to fight for.
Because the world is dumb
See what we all have become,
Speaking truth and living in lie
That the truth even if the world tend to deny
In fear of those whom we empower
And we whom they tend to lead they devour
You called me deaf, dumb and blind
When you have caused your own civilization to declined
You created the class system not me
Looting and killing each other then act carefree
All I do is accommodate all mankind,
So dance to the music you sang cause your finger is too small to hide behind.
I do provide the air to breathe and the space to accommodate,
You cherish the evil and the corrupt you celebrate,
You create the class system and treat people according to their race,
Not wanting to take the blame of your actions, you rub that on my face.
I am the world! And their is nothing wrong with me,
I have ears, mouth and can see,
Accept your fault and start to learn from your mistakes,
Put an end to all the barriers no matter what it takes,
That I know is hard for you to handle,
So stop blaming me for your sinking boat and start to paddle.
Soft pink candle light flickered
Baked sirloin on plate
Sparkling champagne bubbling
Onions and mushroom
Nice gravy on top
So wonder—
Ful!
© Joseph 6/5/07
© All Rights Reserved
Comments: The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists
of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the
second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth
line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an
exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The
Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines
built around the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the
writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was
invented by Joseph Spence.
POLITICALLY CORRECT
Ever notice silly signs,
Some businesses put up?
Like braille upon the restroom door,
And drive through banks fixed up,
In case a blind man happens by,
Driving his brand new car,
And wants to use the ATM,
They've gone a little far.
How can they read the braille,
If the way they cannot see?
If driving they use dog or cane,
Or wrap around a tree.
I never saw a blind man drive,
Or inch along a wall,
Looking for a restroom sign,
In restraunt, bar or mall;
And what's up with these crazy laws,
They're passing now, I see?
A misdemeanor gets you jailed,
While criminals walk free.
I'm telling you the times have changed,
Things ain't the way they was.
Folks used to smile and show respect,
But not no more becuz,
They don't know where you're comin' from,
They don't know where you've been,
Right is wrong and wrong is right,
They're trying to blend in.
I'm tired of trying to blend in,
Stand in my own defense,
Why can't the laws be like before,
And just use common sense?
Judy Ball
Form:
Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary
he spoke against racial injustice.
This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.
He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up to white America.
His public-speaking abilities
both enraged his foes and won him friends.
And government bigots denounced him
as a dangerous agitator.
A pacifist, he shared his dream of
whites and blacks united in friendship.
Unshackled from the past, free at last,
"thank The Lord All Mighty, free at last."
His light refused to be extinguished
when James Earl Ray shot him in Memphis.
And now his life is celebrated
each year, on Martin Luther King day.
(Blank Verse)
11/14/2017