Morey was thrilled because the cheese spa was coming.
The refrigerator made happy sounds, it was fairly humming.
The cheese was melting ahead of time in the microwave.
Morey was the first family member in; he is extremely brave.
This is not only comfortable, but tasty too he told the rest.
There was cheddar, provolone, but he liked the blue cheese best.
He scooted aside for his brothers, and his sister began to wail.
They have the best seats she whined; a complainer without fail.
Categories:
morey, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
It was a balmy day in March
Twinkle lights were in the gnarled oak
Faeries probably, the cats figured it out first
Morey and Moriah, brother and sister
There was a heavenly look about the horizon
She gleamed in lavenders and pale blues
I thought I saw a few stars, odd for this time of day
It is magic, the grass whispered, everything felt mystical.
I had brought a book, but nothing felt as good as gazing.
Morey, Moriah and I stared at the beauty of the day.
I had a cell phone, but did not take a photo.
They are always a disappointment compared to the real deal.
It was the perfect day
A day I could remember until the end of my life
I hoped that I would.
For I felt cherished and loved.
Categories:
morey, inspirational love,
Form: Narrative
We are out in the ocean where the spray is rough
Old Medley Meanie decides to get meaner and tough
We take Captain Smithe and we throw him overboard.
We are a crew of roughnecks with our hatchet and sword!
Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel!
The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell.
We are fighting to be Captain, in charge now.
Fighting for the crown on the ship’s bloody bow!
There are ten of us left. We know there is only food for six.
I am hoping to get the one steak, but I am in quite a fix.
The other pirates are as mean as I have ever tried to be.
I am in trouble now in this dangerous Caribbean Sea.
Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel!
The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell.
We are fighting to be Captain, in charge now.
Fighting for the crown on the ship’s bloody bow!
There are six of us left, we are the toughest of all.
I am scared of only one, shipmate Morey, he is seven foot tall.
He comes at me with a hatchet, and I plunge into the sea.
I guess fear will now be the death of me.
Categories:
morey, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Magazine Madame measures mammoth mackerels
Manipulating measurements, marking misguided memos
Momentous mistakes moves and muffles meager mackerels
Manufactured mutilated memo mystifies many, milking money
Magazine magistrate Marine Morey measures mackerels
Making meticulous memories, mimicking Magazine Madame
Categories:
morey, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Morey Mouse made merry,
Mollifying Mallory’s Mama,
Maybe mixing mammoth metaphors
Marvelously mystical, Marmaduke mimed
mingling, meshing, ‘mogrifying magical mites,
Measuring muskrats minding miniature minnows
Meddlesome merrymakers, Mr. Mumbsly mentioned, miffed.
Mesmerized minions made millions, merely making mincemeat.
Mediocre maybe, magnificent Mrs. Mumps meticulously mentioned.
Categories:
morey, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Smoking
I'm making clouds by smoke
What was the past I remember
Like ashes
Daily my bums sit on to my chair for the answer did you ever cry on our memories
I don't because I don't want
To look for the tears
Tune change
Ek hie dafa mai Muskurahat Mai chin beytha wow kuda
Kaya zalim hai wow ya zamana kimat lagti hogi uskey darbar Mai badal tho bantey hai har saans kaya paya tujsey jo routa hai shayad tu bhool gaya wow raat jaab aaya tha tere darbar.
Tune change
Yaam Yaam varah dao din be-joot aati maut mum dhulhan
Payar meri jaan
Tune change
(yav), Sh- sna lakirt yetra traja
Aa-s morey khaf sar oog hoey.
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Categories:
morey, birth, feelings, film,
Form: Dramatic Monologue