Kitty cat, your eyes glowed in pitch darkness
Like two emeralds set on a black foil.
You paced restlessly across the doorway,
With your tail curled at your back like a coil.
The night was still and not a leaf fluttered.
In your sharp ears fell the faint sound,
Of the nuzzling of fledglings in a nest.
Agile and alert you looked around.
Sensing, there was chance to spot a prey,
Following the trail of that faint sound,
Down you slid along the steep wall.
In a nest, three birdies on a small tree, you found.
Bare of plumage, they were like pieces of flesh
And too young for fight or flight
Their mother had sadly flown away
Never expecting them to be in any sad plight
You poised, rising on your hind legs.
With claws sharp, you got ready for the kill.
The fledglings yielded to your needle like claws
And in a second, all was silent and still.
Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
The lark lulls near my window's brink
How blithesome she flickers and the wink
I long to share with you my morning drink
Nuzzling with you in a rosy bedlinen of mink
When the shaft of light shimmers tall
My long awaited soul begins to crawl
To whom I shall call? -
Come my lovely nymph let's dance in summers rainfall
Blues are those your ocean eyes
I know those aren't the disguise-
As glittering as the fireflies
Even flowers may blossoms to eulogise
Send your thoughts,by the evening breeze
I could hear them from the susurrous trees
Listening to the lulls is still what I do
Soughing trees and lark may lulls to woo
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I’m like a teapot—short and stout—at dawn,
contentedly sleeping in the kitchen's first light.
By noon, I’m a question mark curled on your lawn,
punctuating the grass with snores.
Sometimes, I’m a baguette, crusty and long,
stretched across the couch in a sunbeam.
Other days, I’m a slipper with eyes that follow along
as you tiptoe past the doggie treat jar.
I have been a caterpillar, a comma,
a parenthesis nuzzling your ankle.
Occasionally, I was your boomerang, mama,
who returned to you with leaves in my fur.
But always, always, beneath my shifting silhouette,
I remain your loving Doxie, Fritz,
who sighs when you scratch my belly
even when I don’t have an itch.
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You get familiar
with the fall of the land,
follow a gentle slope of words
down to the shore
where water punctuates
time with waves.
All becomes a poem,
washing up
metaphor upon metaphor,
meaning forming on the wide,
tide swept beach,
whisperings in the chambers
of seashells, white sand
carrying the remains
of the churned passions
of the sea. Love distills
to a warm, soft breeze
nuzzling into a still
drowsy morning.
you cannot remember white shores of summer
and the metallic taste of the sea on your flanks
and the air opaque with the dazzle of noon
you cannot remember the wine that gleamed like a snake in the sun
and the boats nuzzling the hot pier
and the emphatic simplicity of their message
the urgent peal of the cicada has been quite lost to you
and the sleepy eyes of the horizon late in the day
and the loneliness of the ocean that justifies everything
you cannot remember what the sudden laughter affirmed
nor the startled sweetness of the flowers crushed under your loins
nor the love from which your body drew its pleasure
easily as a child milk from the breast
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Crafty moon sends her light, gently nuzzling
Rustling in the winds, songs of peace and praise
Endless dreams swaying, dancing, in full swing
Fairytale wishes fade as starlight prays
Where love sought her kiss, beneath angel’s wings
Rustling in the winds, songs of peace and praise
Hopeful bursts of grace still the swords of kings
Washing away shadows with light that glows
Where love sought her kiss, beneath angel’s wings
Songs of passionate nights stir life that knows
Beautiful tears, kindness, restoring hope
Washing away shadows with light that glows
Melodies in rich rose teach minds to cope
Winter fades into spring’s breathless debut
Beautiful tears, kindness, restoring hope
Nirvana of grace stirs life, all brand-new
Crafty moon sends her light, gently nuzzling
Winter fades into spring’s breathless debut
Endless dreams swaying, dancing, in full swing
Happiness is a state of mind
See a horse nuzzling its foal
They for the moment are surrounded by it.
Or a sunbeam shining over a flower
Making it sparkle and seem to dance with joy
Its the mass of little things that give pleasure
A child stops crying over a bump
When its mother gives it a kiss.
Its when little things by themselves
Don't matter but collectively they bear happiness,
You can have a half full glass or a half empty one
The choice is yours to make look out for nice memories.
So you see the more you quit crying over silly upsets
The happier you will become in return
Always choose to be positive about things
The reward will be that you enjoy life much more.
Sundrops dapple umbrageous trees
strewing uncut diamonds, littering the path
with ambient flickers of what lies beyond.
Sundrops freckle ocean's surface
accenting the ripples that pattern the waves,
nuzzling playful kisses toward the warm beach.
Sundrops seduce the wayward wind
pirouetting with the aphids blissful dance,
a frenzied tarantella across my lips.
dogs are not cats
they …..
Look for love in the most unlikely of places.
find it too
for who can resist a puppy
or a cold nose nuzzling your shirt?
dogs are not cats
they love you no matter how nasty you get
making you want to be better
As we walk,
he holds my hand.
As we lay,
he holds me tight.
As we sit,
he holds my waist.
His touch is soft,
like a feather against my skin.
His voice,
like a whisper in my mind.
His kiss,
sweet and soft,
like a bunny,
nuzzling a flower.
His touch is magnificent,
and his touch makes me happy.
Bright lithe and lively fall morning aroma waft out,
Courtly swish through a deft pirouette turnabout.
Trees hears psithurism leaves sigh to get a glance.
Rain's philter makes the earth surface move and dance.
Near the river's edge, ducklings splash in boisterous mirth;
Ripples break the repetitious echo of the habitable earth.
The day rolls up spent, nightfall slowly creeps and does gain;
Gentle nuzzling into the boundless horizon once again.
9/15/2023
Invisible yet invincible
By Michelle Morris
17/10/2021
A tender moment
between a mother and her babe
nuzzling for nourishment
creating a bond so great
Beyond comprehension
invisible yet invincible
forever in consciousness
forever merged hearts and souls
Forged in blood
in late night feedings
early morning greetings
roundabouts and swings
More tender moments
a lifetime of promises
searching for individuality
whilst wanting to stay bonded
Relationship milestones
time marches on
age makes no difference
to a mother's protective arms
Always in touch
no distance can erase
telepathy brings
emotions to the surface
Nothing is stronger
more gentle
more right
than the bond between
a mother
and
her child
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Graceful and sleek, with fur so soft,
A feline beauty, aloof and oft,
She prowls the night with watchful eye,
In search of prey that scurries by.
With stealth and skill, she makes her move,
Her razor-sharp claws and teeth to prove,
She's queen of the hunt, the master of all,
A creature of instinct, she heeds nature's call.
Yet when the day is done, and the night is through,
She'll curl up beside you, purring anew,
Her contented purrs, a soothing sound,
As she nuzzles your hand, and snuggles down.
So regal and proud, and yet so sweet,
This furry friend, our hearts doth meet,
With her playful antics and loving ways,
Our lives enriched, forever and always.
I take you out with gentle finger,
To coo and comfort my tortured soul.
Nuzzling your beak against my cheek.
Gives me goosebumps and comfort from
Thought.
Mesmerized by your tranquil feathers,
Makes me yearn to be free.
To soar with you in the clouds.
We could be magnificent together, yet
You’re caged until healed from a broken wing.
Sadness, uninvited, is a noxious vine planted
In my heart.
I must heal as well,
To be better for you.
We may one day rule the skies together,
And look down upon the world
Left behind.
Stronger, purposeful, to the end of our days.
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