Colourful cities
By Michelle Morris
17/03/2023
We've created these depressing cities
Shades of grey creating shadows
Tall buildings blocking out the sunlight
Few trees or flowers to brighten up the landscape
A lack of rainbow colours
Colours bold and beautiful
Colours bright and inspiring
Important for hope and healing
Imagine how much better
Everyone would feel each day
If we moved through cities of colour
With gardens to oxygenate our souls
Let's embrace the colours
Make our urban spaces come alive with joy
All the colours of the rainbow
To inspire smiles from everyone around the world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
waves cycle around
ebbing turquoise seas
ripples do tease
waves swim fathoms deep
returning to navy blue seas
smiles of pearly foam
surf currents of waves
navy blue road flows
salty drinks on deck
waves oxygenate seas
whales dolphins sharks snappers
ride wave vehicles
waves do break
upon many shore lands
seen crabs clams
waves flow and roll
white pearls teeth foamy tops
smiles back at me
water waves wind
wheeling whirlpool whirls
wreckage washed-up
Breath of the trees, invigorate me;
Negative ions, oxygenate
and I am refreshed.
Song of the trees,
lull me to sleep;
soft on my ears,
you send me sweet dreams.
Faces of the trees,
your beauty mesmerizes;
enchants my imagination.
Fruits of the trees,
nourish my body;
fortify my life with your sustenance.
Wood of the trees,
you gave me a home;
self-sacrifice is noble;
you never complained but,
accepted your fate.
Beauty of the trees,
your magic speaks to me;
shimmering emeralds of the woods;
your splendor inundates my spirit with joy.
Never stop your breath;
you make this world a better place;
your gifts, the most precious
of all jewels.
A spiritual warrior,
I salute the sun;
breathe in its energy.
Light filling my whole body,
my whole being;
muscles stretch and oxygenate.
In the prone,
bellows breath massages organs;
brain drinks oxygen and revives.
Prone revitalization,
sustains another day;
I am one with Earth and sky;
a harmonic convergence sustains the
body, mind and soul.
Spirit in a material realm;
I commune with Heaven and Earth;
mortality is no barrier,
in the oneness.
Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes
really cut to the chase
Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase
She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down
Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude,
soaring pioneer spirit air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones' outback boots
love kicking the salty sea dogs around
Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere, fingertip touch
Self-reliant souls are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush
Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site
to soul carbon date
So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate
The lonely, broken bird sings a song.
Its chirps and tweets sang of the blues.
We all listen, but scarcely help that bird fly along.
I'm a distant admirer seeing into a soul's long.
People see the reality of me with minds confused.
The lonely, broken bird sings a song.
We often bite our tongue, sympathy is the absence of strong.
Sorrow travels in ones, but love travels in twos.
We all listen, but scarcely help that bird fly along.
We see works of art burn never to ask what's wrong.
They crash and sink into depression, while we cruise.
The lonely, broken bird sings a song.
We silently oxygenate flames while fire is prolonged.
Never to extinguish flames with a helpful hand used.
We all listen, but scarcely help that bird fly along.
Lyrics were cries of damaged wings and heart's prong.
No one wakes up, everyone hits snooze.
The lonely, broken bird sings a song.
We all listen, but scarcely help that bird fly along.
Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.
Laugh,demur,smile,eyes roll
hand in hand and enthrall
sweet words and ready laugh
on all my jokes and gaffes.
Waited for her on the foyer
as she skied in on a cloud layer
her sights made me oxygenate
sigh,yearn and coagulate.
Moments spend together
in arms pretty hooky and warm
lips locked so often in seal
were they apart in real.
Amalgamation of understanding
and of deep soul
saying aye together to all
and no in unison troll.
Foyer was my making and breaking
one day I was waiting
she came in on allright
on clouds as usual bright.
Heading me -no she headed north
where stood her new God!
she did not waste a glance O! Lord!
hand in hand she was over,with beau,on her love fjord.
Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.