Rumple Stein has a terrifying
midnight warning for children
who look for a late- night snack.
Deep within the woods
where the old shadows grow,
Rumple Stein whispers a secret
you must know.
"Never sneak a cookie when
the midnight bell tolls,
For that is the hour when the
beast truly strolls."
His voice is like gravel, his
eyes gleam with spite,
Warning little children of the
terrors in the night.
"The Cookie Monster waits in
the dark, cold and grim,
If you steal a treat, you will
surely meet him."
A shadow will stretch out
across the kitchen floor,
As a blue furry claw softly
pushes the door.
He won't want a wafer, a chip,
or a chew,
Instead, the fierce beast will
come hunting for you!
Your bones will be crumbled
like a dry chocolate chip,
As he catches your sleeve in
his terrible grip.
With a terrifying growl from his
bottomless cup,
The hungry blue gobbler will
swallow you up!
So lock up the cookie jar when the
clock strikes the hour,
Before you are trapped in the
monster's grim power.
No crumbs will remain where
you stood on the floor,
And the kitchen will stay silent
forevermore.
Even the best rainy days
are days I'd
rather skip over—
or at least, until
the weather lifts
its somber lazy haze.
Often, my eyes won't open
on overcast days,
when the daylight dims to dull.
There's so little to be
excited about.
So I lie in for a moment or two—
that ends up stretching,
to many more moments
in a mantra softly hummed and drummed—
So I fall back asleep-
the pitter patter of rain,
the dreary streaks down the window panes
become a slow pendulum
swinging back and forth,
back and forth,
an hypnotic metronome in tired eyes,
lulling me to nod off,
slipping under its spelled sighs.
I dream of Sunshine!
I sneak a peak
at 'The End'!
Where the weather,
suits my clothes!
Where the whether,
suits my close!
There are some days where everything fades, simply blurring together. A constant whining in my head, urging me to think thoughts I wish I didn’t. A wishing of things that could’ve happened, and to revoke those that did happen.
I wish you had never sat next to me that night. Or made me laugh at your bad jokes. I wish you never kissed me as the rain fell from the clouded sky. I wish I didn’t fall just for you to leave. Why did you leave?
Every day I hope to sneak a glimpse of you, and every day you disappoint. I crave the sound of your laugh, or the smell of freshly fallen rain. I grieve your blue eyes that encased me in a moment.
I am mourning a person that isn’t dead, just gone.
It was never something, but by God, I wanted it to be. I wanted you to be it.
Cookies Out the window
Into the breeze,
Cookies dancing
Past the trees!
The apples rolled
Across the floor,
They bounced right out
The front door.
The popcorn popped
Jump! Jump! POW!
White puffy clouds
Floating now.
The soda fizzed
POP! went the cap!
It flipped itself!
Right off the shelf,
The cook walked in
And yelled, “Oh no!”
The ketchup squirted,
Hit his toe.
The carrot giggled,
The chips said, “Zoom!”
The butter skate-slid
Across the room.
He grabbed the snacks
But slipped in jam
Then landed right
On cold-cut ham.
The snacks cheered loud,
“Hip-hip hooray!”
They zoomed outside
And ran away!
And if tonight
You sneak a peek…
You just might see
Snacks on your street!
Should you like to view the shrike
or have a butcher's take a hike
to where they nest while at rest
but better yet sneak a peek
at the dancing yet docile
and stupid blue-footed booby
as it will make you smile
for they have no need to choose
a pair of blue suede shoes
and how to catch them
there's no secret you would keep
it's best when they're sound asleep
yes can you guess
if you dare when they nap
to snare one two or a few
use a blue-footed booby trap
The watched pot never boils.
The watched clock slows.
The stalked knows,
to watch the suddenly still ones,
that lie moored with anchor bestowed,
just out of reach, wanting, staring, blinking,
in bated breath,
to sneak a furtive peak,
deceptive.
The watcher's silence and stillness disclose
the watcher's deception in plain sight.
The little birdie you hope
will not notice you when you freeze
to take a snap, or secret close-up glance,
is watching you intently.
The watched are watching you,
waiting deceptively on-watch,
as time slows, and
the game of mutual deception,
plays out.
Life’s walls remain as high as the clouds
Covered by shrouds of thunderclouds
Looking up I awe in vast wonder
Mental impasse envelopes by the hour
Hour after hour
I grow more dour
I knit a suit of doubt
I only see myself with rout
Still on the battlefield
Inside I aimlessly yield
A crack appears
The wall has fears
A fraction of a win
I sneak a grin
I smack at the crack
I laugh as I thwack
Time is my weapon
Grit is my gun
The hole widens
The bleakness weakens
The wall can time-worn
And I can become reborn
Time is my tailwind
We read of clouds and flowers,
Trees and fields and hills of grass.
Alas, like pennies spent, our hours reading words
That other poets penned and sent;
Like freed birds flocking,
Knocking at our door. The poor,
Who seek to sneak a tiny peek
Of timeless, mindless, Truth.
The emotional nakedness of humanity.
The words of natural beauty are only made to be gifted.
We gift them, each to each, in a circular of vernacular
That does not come from without. It is the most real
Of what we steal from this world of dreams.
Seems as though each story, a rememberance of our own.
It is the button of pride they touch as much as anything
We might disown. For we see a part of ourselves forgotten
In each phrase or combination of words that touches us
Where we had forgotten to look, but now recall.
For we are all; We are all. We are ALL.
Cacophony of liquored lips
would underscore the room
That cafe bar that I recall
an adolescent’s doom
Yet not of age to then partake
of alcohol’s delight
For pizza, I remember well
indulgence of the night
My friend and I would wait inside
for carry-out to go
We’d sneak a look at follied fun
at things we’d come to know
And while we sat as patient boys
piano banged the eve
A white haired gal of eighty three
would play until we’d leave
She’d ragtime with a mighty blow
her keyboard full of cheer
We’d see her timely reach around
to grab her stein of beer
Then off with pizza undertow
Leone’s special taste
To watch the TV “Monster Fest”
with not a bite to waste
A tiny, glowing, wing-ed creature flies
to homes around the world in every land
compelled to take each tooth we lose and then,
to sneak a coin to sleepers whilst they sigh
as wispy whistles whoosh from holes inside
and taking the milk teeth we lose as planned
when growing up from baby boy to man.
What does a tiny tooth for fairies buy?
Perhaps a car or wand or just some bread?
Ten molars for to rent a fairy flat?
I do believe in fairies, Come on, clap!
And some say that they eat the teeth instead!
Do they get more if they battle the cat?
Who takes their teeth when they grin with a gap?
Glimmers... Hold on to the little moments of magic and miracles in the world.
See the glimmers
(Feel the glimmers)
By Michelle Morris
22/02/2024
See the glimmers
Feel the hope
See the rainbows
Embrace the unknown
For in each moment
There's a chance
To catch a star
Sneak a glance
See the angels
Feel their wings
See their halos
Embrace their peace
Feel the glimmers
Ignite your soul
The angel's blessings
Make you feel home
© Michelle Morris, 2024
baby giraffe runs
ducks flutter in murky pond
snakes slither away
lions sneak a nap
seals entertain laughing crowd
penguins waddle by
arthritic hands search the fretboard
finding chords that hurt the least
the old guitar brings a toothless grin
then we sneak a sip of whiskey
Memories of those childhood days
Laughing in the most silly ways
Playing tag and climbing trees
For hours and hours in Summer's breeze
Building snowmen in the Winter
Having Mom remove a splinter
Falling down and getting bruises
Coming up with lame excuses
Squirting Dad with garden hoses
Chicken pox and runny noses
At Carnivals and County Fairs
Riding bikes and flat tire repairs
Chasing the little girl next door
Rolling Hot Wheels on the floor
Making roads with Tonka trucks
Coke bottles sold made extra bucks
Buying double scoop ice cream cones
Catching frogs and skipping stones
Winning games of hide and seek
On Christmas Eve to sneak a peek
Springtime in brand new sandals
Blowing out your birthday candles
Making wishes before you do
Too much cake when you're through
Friendships that would never sever
Each day seemed to last forever
Those childhood memories from the past
Amazing time went by so fast
He discovered a little girl lying in his bed.
Shh! He told his wife. She is sleeping like the dead.
Baby bear wanted to sneak a peek at the human too.
Look said Mama Bear. What a cute tiny shoe!
Goldilocks woke up and was startled to see
Three grizzly bears winking at her, smiling with glee.
She had no idea how kind they all were and marvelously gay.
Running off without her shoes on this warm spring day.
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