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Poetic Podcast Episode 27 Bop

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.

Demoting the Meaning, Promoting the Subtext

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

These People Need Snow Globes

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

Connotation

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

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.

Prick

always runs from the truth
can’t leave well enough alone
has no desire to build or create
does more harm with a lie 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 gest

spends a lifetime trying to prove otherwise
finds it feeble to give an apology
will sleep with just about anything
will bury you for free

The Champ

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

A Postlude

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

An Afterthought

nameless,
       moving on
a footnote
      of his 
         yesterdays:
now
immune
  to the pain,
a subtext
    of flesh&blood
long lost
in
fading
       memory

A Conceit

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

A Farewell To Lovely

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

Preparation To a Better Future

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

Deep Talking

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

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

Literary Malpractice

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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