Dumb and Dumber and Gullible
Easy to spot
old men in Red hats
MAGA meanies
cranky and angry
that the world has matured
and they sit in their rot
lie and lie and smear the truth
very sore losers and so uncouth
feed them falsehoods
they drink it like beer
show them an immigrant
see them shiver in fear
Now Canada and Australia
not perfect for sure
just more common sense
than unschooled hatred
simply very immature
they voted for a better choice
the haters will deny
the majority should have the bigger voice
Moments
By Michelle Morris
13/04/2021
It's in the lonely moments that a single parent has alone in the dark at night,
After another long day of making it through this challenging life;
Of getting kids to school and to jobs to earn a wage;
Of putting food on the table and doing homework for all ages...
It's in the frantic moments of children who have trauma and fevers,
Who skin their knees and hide their pain from bullies and meanies;
Of social minefields in every direction,
Confusion in the media, hurtful intentions...
It's in every way and every day that parents and children go about survival;
Of refugee camps and night time lamps, studying to get educational freedom;
Of moving homes and unsettled norms, and people displaced by war;
So many lives put on hold or destroyed because of human fears...
And then we stop and see a butterfly flit daintily around some dandelions, and instead of seeing a weed in the dirt,
We make a wish on these blessed flowers...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Sheila was blowsy, frowsy, frumpish, dowdy.
matching her unkempt messy, sloppy abode.
gone to seed, meanies said in a nasty way.
we kids saw through Sheila’s shabby drabness.
she was entertaining and fun, and she liked children.
best of all, she had a good heart and terrific stories.
meanies could not even dream of this personality for themselves.
Mysterious Mumbo micron meanders most monochrome mornings
Merry Mickey monster makes mentionable mackerel marmalade
Michigans maleficent mayor maimed Mrs.Maryjane May Marlow
Mumbling meager monarch mumbles making Muncie memorable
Minute minions marched missing marshmallow marsh
Montana mistresses mixed millions, mincing megaphones
Marvelous misguided monkeys mimed minutemen,
Milly mistakenly met misogynist men making mincemeat
Marty’s munchable muffins mysteriously melted
Mystical memories mischievously met Merry Mickey
Missouri's mania maybe mystifying many Minnesotans
Moppish meanies mislaid miniscule Mississippi maps
Shout it out loud
I'm black and I'm proud
I use Afro-Sheen
to keep my hair clean...
Thirty years old, YOU're over the hill
I know, I'M enlightened
I drop acid and mescaline pills
Plus, I never miss a chance to 'off a pig'
They're like 'blue meanies,' man, you dig?...
Ugh! It all sounds SO SIXTIES today
~ Tired cliches, needless to say
The bullies tossed A into a corner and she shriveled up and died.
B came along and they tried to do the same thing to her.
She rolled into A and said “Let’s get out of here!”
A was shocked, for she was dead, wasn’t she?
But B was insistent that she could be revived,
And her enthusiasm and excitement awakened dead A
So they ran away as C was entering the tavern.
They are mean in there A cautioned her. B was grinning.
The meanies smacked C around a bit and she cowered and cried.
Giving up so fast, D could not believe it.
He approached her and said “Do you always give up this soon?”
“Always!” C assured him. “It is my way.”
D rolled his eyes, not understanding. The bullies glared at him.
They were terrified of his self-confidence and his enthusiasm.
Bullies always are, but D did not notice them past his upbeat attitude.
He had been trying all night to find the right girl. Was C the one?
Can I teach you to believe in yourself? He asked C.
C was afraid, for this was something foreign to her.
But he had so much charisma, charm and confidence.
She smiled and said yes. The meanies slunk away, not a good night.
We are all following the crowd today.
We are looting and burning and shouting hooray!
It is fun to be in this group, they have painted me gray.
I am a mascot, and some want to hear what I have to say.
But wait. An internal me is feeling sorry and sad.
What we did today will make others feel extremely bad.
I want to leave, but I do not want to make my new friends mad.
I make excuses, blaming my mom and my dad.
They scoff and make fun of me. There’s much laughter in the air.
I take off anyway, for now about their friendship I truly don’t care.
To live my truth, to be fully and completely my most compassionate me.
I have to stand up for my beliefs, not follow these follower bees.
So I leave the mobsters, the looters, the meanies and thugs.
I see through my windshield wipers dozens of smeary ugly bugs.
When I reach my parents, I am embraced with acknowledging hugs.
I decide to go back later and help fix the things I did with the thugs.
The happy little clouds have gone away
The blue meanies are here to stay
Baked in the cake is a message of doubt
There’s no way in and no way out
Trying to hold onto what we’ve got
It’s not grand and it’s not a lot.
Out of an ocean of gloom we return, we consume
The hook line and reel pulls us underground
Without breathing a word or muttering a sound
Everything’s satin
Everything’s lace
Power and greed fester in this place
We all rush in and grab
Grab for good
Grab for good while the gettings good
We’re not dangerous, only misunderstood
We have no frame of reference for what we’ve been through
Chaos and fear have ravaged and grew
They've pierced our souls thru and thru
And now as I sit here lonely and blue
I pray for an end to our troubled ways
Wishing hoping and praying for better days
Written May 23, 2020
For 2020 Poetry contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow if I do not partake in drugs.
Also this will help me stay away from bullies, meanies, and thugs.
Yes, I am a diehard advocate for friendship, peace, empathy and love.
The most positive people are sent to me from my spirit guides above.
My friends and I advocate and teach kindness and the golden rule.
People recognize my softness. I am not easy, certainly no fool.
Through love and hope and empathy, I have created a wonderful safe place.
Surrounded by upbeat, positive people, the best of the human race.
Written for Charles Messina's Poem of Poem Contest
Written June 25, 2018
It should not matter
Should it
Facing life rejections
over and over again
it's kind of the norm
in everyday situations
problems do spawn
Overall
It should not matter
when a friend turns their back
In freezing me out
My life is hard to hack
Why should another person
have such influence
over my one and only life
I turn to others for advice
Hoping they know the answer
Too few plaudits and
many covert lies
Realising the factor
is
Head unbowed
Believe in myself
find my way through
Disregard the meanies
and start anew
I wish that millionaires could see
There's a lot of charities
Hoping there could just be some
Of their cash that's used for fun
Donated to places that can
Lend someone a helping hand
Money used for foolish things
And living life like wealthy kings
Isn't fair when every day
Another child fades away
Because of hunger and frostbite
While mansions stay warm in the night
A teenage mom left all alone
Being kicked out of her home
Roaming the streets there is nowhere
Someone can show her loving care
Because shelters could not afford
To pay rent==they shut their doors
Teens are walking in the street
With not enough food to eat
Joining gangs and taking rides
Rising their innocent lives
Thinking it's the only way
They'll make it through another day
Because rich people everywhere
Don't have a heart or really care
When they hear about or see
Another story on t.v
About this true reality
Heartless, cruel and not decent
Doing nothing to prevent
A world of pain and tragic sorrow
Not caring about someones tomorrow
i swear to to tell the truth, the whole enchilada, nothing but it
dont short change yourself cause youre living on a budget
turning green, hulking out, and slippin superheros cryptonite
narrowing insight cause youd rather fight than try to take flight
the right two cents is worth more than a fortune or goodluck
shine longer than days in june, youre someones sunshine, chin up
flippin it neutral to hot, making a cycle with lightbulbs, spreadin love tenfold
hate tends to fold, tho hearts eventually all turn cold, meanies suck
while nice people swallow, opposite of hollow, prophesies will follow
there is always tomorrow, a new day, beauty always on the cusp
i live life with a lust, thirst never being drowned, this idea profound
ringing in my ears louder than a guns sound
Meanies
People who are always mean to me
And bullying me around
In the stupid world
People who are mean to me
Should get something back in return
Something mean and evil
And they deserve to die
In this evil world
And the only people I can trust
Are my Mommy and Daddy