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MULTIVERSE ME

MULTIVERSE ME*
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What if I've lived the exact present I’m living now before,
doesn't it make sense to think of it as though...
there is another part of me in another universe,
going through the same thing?

Should I believe in the multiverse theory,
for I cannot prove that we are not alone.
Should I believe there is a reason why
just because I feel the skies talking to me every night?

Should I believe someone's message is reaching me
through the beams of the moon every night?
My skin soaks in the possibility
like a flower blooming, drawn to the light.

Do you ever think of a time difference
between one universe and the other?
What if I am born here on Earth and after I die,
my soul travels to another universe
and relives the same story?

What if...
I am a piece of my own soul
which is split up and placed
in different universes?

Is this the stuff of science fiction,
or is it non-fictional, a reality waiting to be explored?

*this poem (originally titled "Alterverses") was published in Sci-Fi Stir Fry Anthology, William Mays editor/publisher July 2025.

My Inner Voice Told Me So

At the end of the meal we shared,
my participle principles split my jeans,
when you called me to split the bill!
What about the banana-split you had for dessert? 
You split-up spilled friend?
Or the soggy split pea soup you
asked me to boldly forgo, 
for the aperitif? 
The tiff began and ended
with the present and past-principles
of split personalities, 
listening to their inner voices 
with split-end infinitives.

A Tale of Love

A little sunbeam and a raindrop 
came together one day 
and developed some feelings 
that would not wash away. 

They danced through the Heavens 
and hid behind clouds 
for the feelings they had 
would not be allowed. 

Discovery came faster 
then they wanted it to 
and forces behind them 
disrupted the two. 

The sun and the raincloud 
met and agreed . 
They must split up, 
this never could be. 

The sunbeam and raindrop 
both disagreed 
and snuck back together 
when both were set free. 

But, all was forgiven 
by the sun and the cloud, 
when they saw the beauty 
of what both had endowed. 

The sunbeam and raindrop 
could now join as one 
and their love of each other 
showed everyone. 

Whenever it's rainy 
and the sun peaks through. 
The power of their love 
is plainly in view. 

A beautiful rainbow 
appears in the sky, 
with glorious colors 
that catch everyone's eye. 

Because of a Love 
that could not be denied 
a radiant rainbow 
embraces the sky!

Math Riddle

What kind of jaded, jackass jerk'll
ask smugly with a smile and smirkle,
diagonals to think upon,
and an inscribed polygon,
while gazing on a split-up circle.

Just Passed the Baton

Our grandkids have something
Our kids never had – 
Two grands on the side of
Both mother and dad.

Our son is their daddy.
We’re urban and vote
For the Democrats and
Of the arts we take note.

The others (that’s Grandma
And Pop-Pop) watch Fox.
Their life in the suburbs
Avoids city blocks.

Yet we all love the grandkids;
They see us and smile,
Despite how we watch them,
In unalike style.

With parents away, we have
Split up the week.
We’ve just passed the baton,
Our turn done, so to speak.

Our children are lucky,
(They don’t know how much)
With two fit sets of grands
To come through in the clutch.

Lennon and Napalm

The Beatles split up so mystically -pronto
the Vietnam spine came back together
some branded the blame into Yoko
some tied a wreath of thorns on the reds.

Imagine time moving queerly along-
Lennon was so very seductively shot
rice paddies are still pocked with craters
where peasants' cast ancient nets into ponds. 

The Beatles will never peace back together.
Vietnam will never again be war torn apart
Some are still putting flame onto Yoko
some are still napalming those with red hearts....

Aren't we still wishing to appease mother Saigon...
Aren't we still casting nets, to recapture Dear John?

John's Visit: Ephemera theme

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There he was – my first boyfriend ever -
leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him
over to my town to see me before I left for college
even though we had broken up a few years back.

I had met him at church camp several years earlier -
John, with that cute elfin face,
legs like matchsticks that seemed half as wide as mine
and the sweet sensitive nature
of a kid who worried so much about his parents’ marriage
he’d already developed ulcers at age 14.

He was looking kind of cool, wearing silver tinted shades
that didn’t allow me to see his baby blues beneath them
as he leaned against that sweet ride, smiled and said so little.
I later learned his parents had split up,
but not one friend of his whom I asked 
could tell me where John ended up.

I google him; I search on Facebook; still I can’t find him.
That unexpected visit – not so important then -
has become one more of the many ephemera
in the sum total of my long-traveled life.

The Joy Of Holding Each Other

Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?
We won't stare in anybody's pretty eyes
and say sweet things to mask our fear?  
There are no promised rewards when one lies!

Don't we miss the joy to hold each other?
We miss the harmony that's gone, so is hope;
we dreamt of the most serene sky over us...
was there a fearful revelation hidden from us,
to prevent a sudden split-up to even cope? 
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?  

Our urge is not desire, it's the ultimate task...
to embrace and fall for bigger pleasures;
the truest love is hard to build: it's a fortress
to be watched and be protected from attack! 
 
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?
Happiness never lasts, it's the shallowest delusion...
if trust is not seen as a moral thing for a solution;
anger broke us apart, leaving inside a deep scar...
we were charmed by a sweetness turned so sour!
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?

Shouldn't Love Be With Us Until We Die

Shouldn't love will be with us until we die 
tenderly embraced or apart for a silly lie?
To be one soul and be truly inseparable,
trust in each other must be irrevocable! 

Let no secrets or passions 
interfere with your feelings,
with your prized happiness: 
they are only passing winds!

Shouldn't love revolve around sincerity,
what happens if there's no total fidelity?
Affair is the only reason for breaking up,
never betray your darling and split up!

Defend what's sanctified and honorable,
no small betrayal is worth any trouble;
what was sworn before God is eternal:
faithfulness is sacred, lust is carnal!

Shouldn't love resist any temptation
and prove itself to be an unbreakable vow?
Words meant to deceive aren't too mellow:
don't fail and fall hard, avoid isolation!

I want a double pink desk

When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.

The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up, both blaming the missing on each other.
He moved in with his siblings, and his sad little mother.

What do you think she meant by double pink desk?
They discussed this statement, which was often made by Tess.
Jack fell in love with Marge on a fine spring day.
They got married, and moved far far away.

They have a daughter now, they call her Curly May.
She is unlike the other, but here is what she’ll say,
“When I go to school I want a double pink desk like my sis.”
Curious talk from this five-year-old miss.

Your soul is the most beautiful thing

Your Soul is the most beautiful thing 
By Michelle Morris
29/02/2024

I see you standing there
The stars are a backdrop to your visage
Everything about you is magical
You're made in the Universe's image

Yes, you're made from starlight and stardust
Your Soul is the most beautiful thing
You are my Heart and Soul
You are my Everything

I remember when we were created
One Soul split up into two
To pursue each other through lifetimes
To become whole when we found our Truth

And now that we're together
We spin round and round with joy
Our Love and Light is profound
We're blessed beyond this World 

How serendipitous for our Souls
How marvellous for the Universe
Each Soul that becomes whole again
Creates a magical firework burst

I see you standing there
Your Soul is connected with mine
Forever we will walk in Light
A Love to stand the test of Time

© Michelle Morris, 2024

I am your daughter now

She is a Merida in real life, he told his mother.
She had no idea what that was, so she watched Disney’s movie Brave.
The heroine had a few flaws, but she was spunky and fun-loving.
In the end she did the right thing, and she was super confident.
His mother did not know if she could open her house to a woman like that.
Did not think she had the self-confidence to sustain her as a daughter-in-law.
“I am your daughter now,” Merida told her the second she met her.
They became close, and the mother was charmed and excited.
Merida built her up as she had never been built before.
Her son and Merida split up, but Mom retained a relationship with this dynamo.
Loving Merida as a daughter until the end of her life.

DIVORCE

Dad and mom have split up
I am torn who I should live with
Vicious arguments - some of which were violent
Often occurred when dad was drunk
Reality is he is a great dad when he's sober
Child care for me is now their priority
Everyone suffers when parents divorce

Ruined People

A jigsaw throw of sad and wrecked people.
To find their way through a group of stories.
Left a stream that was picked by a needle.
A jigsaw throw of sad and wrecked people.
Sharp cracks on focus split up the evil.
Bizarre self-reflection and true glories.
A jigsaw throw of sad and wrecked people.
To find their way through a group of stories.

Written: May 27, 2023

I Want a Double Pink Desk

When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.

The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up, both blaming the missing on each other.
He moved in with his siblings, and his sad little mother.

What do you think she meant by double pink desk?
They discussed this statement, which was often made by Tess.
Jack fell in love with Marge on a fine spring day.
They got married, and moved far far away.

They have a daughter now, they call her Curly May.
She is unlike the other, but here is what she’ll say,
“When I go to school I want a double pink desk like my sis.”
Curious talk from this five-year-old miss.

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