The crowd shouted it was unmentionable,
he was on their side;
Their actions said it was okay from jump,
he wasn’t one of their people.
Mix red to blue then go in reverse,
either way it always gives you purple;
Stop throwing the pot and hurling a kettle;
People with jobs can’t afford groceries,
you want support for a trending topic?
Parents with kids can’t get them a home.
Who’s cares if we’re stable at base level
or not?
Sanity collapses into hungry stomachs
trying and failing to fully fill empty;
They want us weak, we won’t survive;
Stop throwing the pot and hurling a kettle;
Nothin’ wrong with another unity poem,
elevating each other’s ‘unique’;
As one in our goal we finally celebrate,
until it’s more than a word we press on;
Let’s end the goop hiding behind subtext,
our blood is the same color as they say..
Stop throwing the pot and hurling a kettle.
Today slipped away from me
Who knows if I’ll ever get that back
Not like I needed the hours anyways
for my mental capabilities
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
The day I understand what’s in my head
is what I’m living for
Patience never hurt anyone
Patience never hurt anyone
until I realized that the call would never come
But patience never hurt anyone
When’s the part where I get to storm out and say
“look who’s still breathing
and giving God a reason to live another day!”
But then I think
some things are better left unsaid
Patience never hurt anyone
Patience never hurt anyone
until I realized that the call would never come
Today slipped away from me
and who knows if I’ll ever get that back
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
The day I understand what’s in my head
is the day I’m living for
Inspired by a scene between two colleagues and close friends, Kai and Alex, portrayed by the fierce and gorgeous Samantha Richelle and the wonderful and interesting Christian Kane.
They're establishing what's really important to each of them, including each other. The subtext is subtle and sweet.
I love the line said by Alex: "...these people need snow globes." From Episode 10: "Brigade", Season 2 of "Almost Paradise".
May each of us be blessed to enjoy the world we live in and the people we share it with.
These people need snow globes
By Michelle Morris
27/07/2023
There is beauty in this moment
There is perfection in our world
We are all here together
Colleagues and friends and more
The enemy is defeated
The bad guys are behind bars
Our island is safe again
This community under the stars
We're all in this life together
Standing together day by day
It's an almost paradise shared
And we have adventures that remain
These people need snow globes
To remind them of miracles and magic
We are all here for each other
Creating love and light and family
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Dazzling rising sun of dawn is connotation of good day
Graceful face at first sight of day is subtext of lucky ray
Along with the autumnal wind the lavender scent
Wandered grasshoppers on the grassy spikes lane
Smiling beauty in the mustard flowers land
Silently passes time with honey bees band
O these are the connotation of beautiful love trend
No success of life in the lines of hands in this universe
No luck God made for human to live lazy dawn to dusk
Dependency makes paralyzed nation
Procrastination is thief of time passion
These all are the connotation of demeaning life farce
Impeccable talent wins game
Wise teamwork brings fame
Universal unity is the subtext of championship frame
Kill the ego; don’t cultivate the hatred inside
Avenge or revenge there is no beneficial light
Frustration is the pre-suicidal note of life
Greed is the accomplice of immoral tribe
These are the connotation of negative guide
Leave dark, come to the insightful life
Read thyself through the poetical hive
Life is the connotation of free positivity
Death is the connotation of trip eternity
-25/01/2023
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
Created in dreams
where doors and windows melt,
conceived in grass
where lonely hope has dwelt.
Carried in song
where every child feels safe,
performed with zest
like the dance of the Tawaif.
Discovered in bond
like schools of swirling fish,
revealed in prayer
where mindful times nourish.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
Expressed in paint
where graffiti’s subtext is injustice,
proclaimed in print
where the struggle is against prejudice.
Spoken in word
where the demeaned speak out,
chanted in slogan
where oppressed people shout.
Embodied in law
where human rights must be codified,
accepted in norm
where man’s dignity can never be thrown aside.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
viciously attacks the truth
can’t leave well enough alone
has no desire to build or create
tells lies more deadly than a knife or gun
never admits to having horns and a tail
filled to the brim with subtext
wants others to do the explaining
will stab you in jest
a master at proving otherwise
finds it feeble to give an apology
will sleep with just about anything
will bury you for free
A ring's the thing
of which you've dreamed
A fitting culmination
to a season's perspiration
Ticker-tape parade is next
Wild cheers, the subtext
Hit the banquet circuit hard
To your frame you add some lard
A new season begins
Your team can't buy a win
The fans jeer and boo
at an out-of-shape you
You sweat and you strain
but all hope's down the drain
The lesson you've learned?
~ Those boos were well-earned
gentle one
so
friendly,too
what is it?:
is it
innocence
in embryo-
thoughts
transformed,
a subtext
echoed
from
the
past:
so remarkable
so unusual
yet
low key,
instincts
articulated
candid
pertinent
succinct
and to
the point
nameless,
moving on
a footnote
of his
yesterdays:
now
immune
to the pain,
a subtext
of flesh&blood
long lost
in
fading
memory
the joy of
the unexpected-
a cryptic
riddle
a surrealist
allusion
naive
yet lucid
with hint
& subtext:
a dreamlike
fallacy
a perfect symbol
in quiet
pathos,
a touching,
vivid
footnote
to my story
the light that shines from poetic lines
allows me to labor incessantly through this sojourn
please know that I shall not vanquish
the voices in my head
though the virtuoso might feel
they could one day silence me
I see, I smell, I taste dreams of childhood
the voices they fill my script with needed subtext
I store these elements
in a house with no walls and paper floors
the distance between myself and sanity quintuples
I see, I smell, I taste dreams of childhood
I strike the page, the page strikes back
with neither side claiming victory
Wake up now it’s time to go,
Don’t rush when we’re about to go,
Demolish all obstacles before you go,
Keep up the good job until we go,
Say bye to the world when we go,
Prepare for the next before you go.
You never know when will be the next,
You may just keep on writing a text,
Determining what could happen next,
You’ll be studying an essay with a subtext,
And searching a theme in a video-text.
Remember that you’re still to live,
Never ignore things you believe,
For your sins GOD will forgive,
For what you do always be active,
You will be traveling alive,
In a long journey until you arrive.
Lineekela Kandjungu
You are a new world to me
One that I have never seen
Your face fills me with intrigue
Your mind tantalises to tease
I have written you words,
Sentences, notes and letters
In my mind each and every day
My mind and my thoughts
Deep in thought - talking
Your eyes have seen beyond
Minds that could never ever be
Prepared to comprehend
What you have seen
Holding yourself back, control
You feel intensely - Wildly
Too much too often
Ever present - you wait
Until it's your time
That you know will come
It's simple
There is no tip toeing
Around the words unsaid
They speak volumes
We understand the language
That exists in the silences
We share in the subtext
That sits amongst the space
Between all the lines
You - A whole new world
That you invited me to live in
I want to be trapped by you
In to something wonderful
You could never asphyxiate me
I'm in a place I want to be
Why Paint with Paint
Artist John Knuth
To tell you the truth
Paints with a broad swath of color
His reds are bright reds
His blues are bright blues
But his greens and his browns are much duller
For the truth of the matter
He paints with fly splatter
Instead of the usual paint
He raises each fly
(He’s a pretty sick guy)
And a typical artist he ain’t
He feeds his flys sweets
Water color mixed treats
Then he coaxes the flys to throw up
He then captures that waste
Makes it into a paste
And that’s how his colors show up
He says once you had tried
Fly barf, you’d decide
To forfeit all other subtext
So he paints from the start
What he claims is fly art
It really is not that complex
Uncle Mike
Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce
Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish a hypertext
Disassociating words to broker more inflection
Delinking phrases building new bridges for reflection
Deconstructing patterns to sculpt out a new direction
Decoding mores and values to foster introspection
Voiding punctuation; compressing verses to scuttle metric time
Extrapolating dominant motifs to devalue the inculcating paradigm
Decoupling dissonant accents to deflower the sublime
Erasing phonetic schemes; disbanding symetrical order; decelerating rhyme
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