Melinda is so beautiful
She's sweet like Mirinda
This girl is from Florida
Her best friend's name is Belinda
And her younger sister linda
She drives Honda.
She's so classy
Very unique
Meek in her ways
Pink her favorite color
She got no body odour
Always smelling like vanilla.
This girl is my treasure
She always tells me
If you don't venture no greatness
We always go on adventure
She never gives me pressure
Steadily she gives me pleasures
She rules my heart, mind and body.
Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife,
And all because we had such a small tiff.
Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
There, he's back; it did not take him long. Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.
NB Fiction
Inspired by Episode 1, Season 1, of the wonderfully heartwarming TV show, "Ghost Whisperer". Never underestimate the difference you make in the lives of others. Each of us has a gift. Stay safe and blessed.
"He can take away your fear. He makes more of a difference than he knows." ~ Dan, Jim's brother (who passed away when they were young) spoke with Melinda (on her wedding day).
I've written this so that it can apply to earthbound and heaven-sent angels.
He makes such a difference
(For he brings Light here)
By Michelle Morris
09/12/2023
He is always there
Always ready in the Darkest hour
Waiting to hear your call
Waiting to help you out
For he brings Light here
He shines Light there
He is Light personified
He is Light everywhere
He makes such a difference
More than he may ever know
Because he focuses on the good
How grace and love can grow
He will take away your fear
He will help you move your doubt
He will support you always
Show you what Heaven is all about
Let him take your hand
Let him help you find your way
The Light and hope is there for you
Have faith and believe today
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I have no time Melinda argues
You need to take time for you, we tell her.
I am way to busy! She shrieks.
She is on her own last nerve.
We see it.
One aunt says she will watch the two-year-old twins.
A great-grandma offers to take the new baby home for the day.
Grandma wants to do her laundry.
We are all rebuffed.
Melinda is the only one who can do any of that.
She is frazzled, frenzied, and frantic.
We have seen postpartum before.
You really need to take some time for yourself we tell her.
A doctor’s visit might be in the works.
I am too busy! Melinda argues. “I cannot see a doctor!”
We are at a loss.
We cannot force a grown woman to take time for herself.
To relax, take a bath, play soft music.
Sadly, her entire family is suffering now.
there was a man who invested heavily when Bill Gates
started Microsoft and he became a multi-billionaire.
Looking at a picture of Bill and his wife, Melinda
both had pale indoor faces spending their time writing
checks to Africa.
The rich man decided to become a farmer of the old school
but since also remembered muddy boots from his childhood,
he made a mechanical, a big horse that could plough
six furrows at a time all he had to do, was to sit in a corner
and direct the horse which when coming to the end of a field
turned and ploughed in the opposite direction.
One day he forgot the on and off button and the horse
continued over total road destruction, and into a nearby
housing estate creating mayhem.
The rich man quickly had to rebuild and compensate his
shocked neighbours.
But people didn´t want the bloody wonder horse an
at a town hall meeting, he was banned from using it except
for an exhibition on how to be a modern farmer
Vanilla twilight
runs down my fingers
As I lick them
I think of you
And don't feel so alone
Come walk with me
Thru the cold November rain
Come stay with me
Because I needed time
Remember when it was like paradise
Let's walk the garden path of love
I think I saw you try to love me
Even when you see it's not me
She was damaged
and he did not care
he loved her anyway
It made no difference to him
She made his heart beat
way deep down inside
Thursday 12/ 10 / 2015 4:30 pm
Was watching " The Green Mile 1999, remember when John Coffey" Michael Clark Duncan went to help the boss's wife, Melinda?
The Green Mile John Coffey Cures Melinda Part 2 - 3 If you haven't seen this movie, you should.
TGIF, TGIF, TGIF, TGIF;
Four letters and my best friends.
"You go next,"
Into the chasing room I went.
I came out after some moments, "What a lovely red dress,"
Melinda said,
And they all agreed - yes.
I thought to myself I definitely want it,
I am definitely getting it.
As I went back in...
"It's horrible on her," Melinda said,
And they all laughed.
What was that I heard?
I went back in to take it off me,
I looked in the mirror at my not-completely-naked body,
And then I cried.
How could they have lied?
I thought back to five Fridays ago,
Did they lie then also?
How bad have I been dressing?
"Hurry up, Mel!" Tina shouted.
With how I feel, this room I won't leave.
*Knock, knock*
I wonder who that this...
*Knock, knock*
"WE'RE LEAVING!!"
TG... Thank God they are gone,
I don't need friends like this.
.....................................................................................................
Life is not about seeking fame & fortune
life is beautiful in so many other ways
life is family 5 generations strong
sharing memories & stories from beyond
passing truth & love from a special bond
When you have family who stand strong
who are there for you in your storm
you have all the ritches in the world
golden treasures in eachother
all apart of one another..
Dedicated to Tracey & Melinda..
Im sorry girl but I know I ****ed up,
I know I can at times get so drunked up,
But truth is girl we got to go our own way and suck it up,
I love you still in my heart but we must part because its finished girl from the very start.
Love aint easy and that *****can get too hard but we must play a new hand dealt cards
You deserve better than me Melinda because I might just drag us both down to the dirt ground left in the dark with silence no sound from both mine to your town........Im sorry Melinda Rose
but love dies when it ceases to no longer grow
you see me less and less until the forever show
My love for someone different now is a choice I choose
I will miss your sweet red hair all the way to your nubby little toes
but remember Melinda Rose
our love can only die when it CEASES TO GROW .........
She walks the streets of the French Quarter each night at three am.
They named her Melinda, in this, Her Immortal Life.
Melinda knows that you, like so many others before,
will happily fall victim under her crimson eyes.
As the witching hour nears, she is frenzied with the thought of
bloodletting.
Melinda, my vampire twin, waits by the gate of a New Orleans cemetery.
The busy streets starting to empty, the last notes of a Tom Waits song
fades to black.
An unsuspecting young man decides to take a shortcut to his hotel...
Melinda, crouched, head tilted to the night sky, fangs bared.....
turns him with the swift motion of thunder impending wind.
Another now walks among us.
Melinda did not choose immortality, but has embraced it.
And so, my bloodletting twin still roams the streets of the French Quarter.....
beautiful and thirsty.
.
Gentle kissing can’t erase
The rumble of the quiet
Violence that rocks your face,
Erupting in a riot.
Revealing feelings cannot be
A very easy task;
My poor Melinda, now I see
Why you once wore a mask.
The mask you wear
Of clay and hair
Is flesh-colored pink:
A painted smile and steady stare
Of eyes that never blink.
And under it
An inky pit
Of infinite sad space.
Melinda, tell me how you fit
Your mask, where you’ve no face?
proud tree straight
shepherding the refraction of light
into wistful eyes
Melinda Harris
June 2009
Death of a Vagrant
I am your mother, hold out your hand
Trace the lines of fate, tragic, pre-planned
You’re exhausted and empty, tired and cold
Fingers yellow with smoke, clothes smell of mould,
Frail body so white, with face so tanned
Begging for scraps, the life of the damned
You do not judge, but are cruelly measured
Your memories of her, still secretly treasured
Now I am here, it is time to go
I am your mother
You grew up fast, you grew up strong
Your head held high, your stride long,
How you have changed, my son, now sadly reviled
Hold on tight now - my lost and found child
I am here to take you to home.
I am your mother.
Melinda Harris
June 2009
This is the first day
Of the beginning of my life,
This is the start
Of a long, hard strife.
Getting over you will
Surely be hard to do.
But I can't go on like this,
I have to live my life too.
I thought I knew you
Well enough to know,
The longer I stayed,
The more our love would grow.
But now I must leave you,
It's gonna be tough.
But if I stay longer,
I'm gonna get hurt.
I want you to know
I'll always be here,
To lend a shoulder or
To dry your tears.
I want you to be happy
And I hope you will find
Someone who is special,
Warm, loving, and kind.
Now I have to say good-bye,
I have to start out new.
But no matter where I go,
I'll always remember you.
Take Care.
I love you.
Good-bye.
Written by Melinda Hope Cooper
January 1982
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