What is ones comfort zone
An escape from the rat race
Even it's not yours you own
It is still your personal space
If you are togeather or alone
Not everybody has a place
When the streets one will roam
Or if not living out of a suit case
Still it is the fear of the unknown
Changes in circumstances we face
When we are trying to find home
Anywhere now to touch base
Written juky 2017 inspired by current situastion
The factbl have moved around a but also ..
Your message arrives at midnight.
A green phone lights in the dark
from a submarine at periscope depth.
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You ask how
I've been.
You tell me
it's raining
on the train
you're taking
to ride home.
Just thought
I would give
you a ring.
Is now a good
time for you?
How are you?
Is all OK?
Nothing urgent
Nothing wrong
just wanted
to touch base.
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A long pause,
someone laughs,
a cough nearby
tracks clatter
a horn sounds
like a sonar
ping echo
Down scope!
They're gone
What's left? A dial tone ... hmm hum.
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
"While the earth remains,
Seed time and harvest,
Summer and winter,
Cold and heat,
Will not cease."
Bible, Gen, 8:22
I saw the moon rising on my left.
I beheld the sun setting on my right.
I mused within my soul about forever things,
Things which we often deem antiquated.
I mourned inside over non-forever things,
Things upon which we are unduly fixated.
We convince ourselves that outdated things
matter less and mentally put them to rest
Rather than make become a quest.
.
But the wisest of us will learn to touch base
With things beyond our reach and discover
What they have to teach. In so doing, we will
Come to realize the value of such pursuits.
How many times have I sat down to write
When I worry over whether I might
Not touch base with my fickle muse
Without whose inspiration I will lose
Whatever poetic conceits come to mind
At which point I would feel totally resigned
To leaving my pages unscribbled and blank
As I felt my energy ebb and my spirit sank
Then did faint stirrings tickle my brain
As I hoped I could begin again
To venture to concoct my story
Every new poem being a step towards glory
Though doubts about my efforts remain
How long can budding poets ever be sane?
The torture of trying to find the right word
Forever renders such a struggle totally absurd
I don't know why, but Sitruc was in a 'song mood' today. Some
songs of old came to mind. So, he looked them up and played them.
Each one of those five songs reminded him of, well, himself.
Each song seemed to have represented a part of 'his story'.
One was a song about a call from a loved one to 'come home'.
She was PLEADING.
Another spoke of a relationship gone sour and going nowhere.
They both were BLEEDING.
Song #3 describes
a lover's secret escape to parts unknown.
He was LEAVING.
Yet another spoke of one desiring to touch base with yesterday.
He was LONGING.
And lastly, Sitruc played a song about something beautiful.
Something to which he was never connected, was MISSING.
I think the worst thing about Sitruc's Friday song mood
was the fact that all five songs were sad SINGING.
By early Saturday morning, long before sunrise, Sitruc
was very aware that deep inside, he was GRIVING.
I know. We all have stories and like Sitruc,
Some parts of our story are strangely PUZZLING.
I missed you
By Michelle Morris
19/07/2020
Hey, it's good to touch base
With you again;
It's been so long -
Like a lifetime already...
I'm still shaking,
Shaking like a leaf;
Feeling the exhilaration and fear
Swirling around me...
Chorus
Because I missed you;
Missed you so much it's true.
Never got over us;
Never got over you...
I missed you,
Every night and every day;
I missed you,
And for this moment
I prayed -
I prayed I'd see you again.
(End Chorus)
Being with you now,
It's so surreal;
Like a mirage that might disappear,
Like a magical dream...
But it's true and it's real;
You're here with me now,
And my words have all fled...
All I can do is feel...
Chorus
Yes it's true;
Yes it's real -
You're real and you're you...
It's magical,
Like a dream come true...
It's true, I still love you...
... But hey!
It's really good to touch
Base with you again...
I hope we can still be friends...
I might be shaking like a leaf
But I won't hesitate -
You make my life complete...
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Many people find it difficult to communicate, especially with loved ones. If time and effort isn't made, the gap between people can widen and seem an insurmountable obstacle.
the space fills up
(a bridge can be built)
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2020
As
the silence
grows over time
and the space fills up
with nothing to say to each other
we need to stand still
and slow down
to touch base
again
A
bridge
can be built
between our souls
if we are prepared to make every
effort to communicate
with love and
gentleness
as one
© Michelle Morris, 2020
I’m Face-Timing with my Grandmère, we touch-base once a week. I love that face, wrinkled, like wind-weathered driftwood, and she’s a wag. “Are you familiar with the ECB?” She asks.
I wince at this odd turn in conversation, “Not REALLY,” I say, searching my mental index of useless facts and cross-matching those with her interests, “the European Central Bank?” I reply. “Oui.” she says.
“Let’s see,” I begin in a bored voice, “Inflation – transitory or persistent?” I say, in my best TV news-reader voice. “No,” I chuckle, “Not really, I have REAL, boring-things I’m learning about.”
“You’ll need to - one day,” she says, like a tarot reading oracle.
“I can’t imagine why.” I said. “I’m writing a few sentences about you!” I interject, to both change the subject and see what she says. She’s the only one in the family who knows I write.
“Oh,” she sighs, “Am I young, immoral and reckless?”
“Yes, you ARE,” I assure her, “you’re the worst.”
“Good," she confides, “I miss those days.”
.
Marriam Webster: a wag is a clever person prone to joking
"I'm good at thinking outside the box, so much that you begin to realize it's not a box at all" Will.I.Am
circle back, low hanging fruit
leverage this new route
bottom line touch base, pivot
quick win feel your spirit
boil the ocean you rockstar,
empower all your dreams
drill down in the weeds shots are
fired top of mind believe
stay with me on the same page
put a pin in it gauge
that you are a game changer
move the needle saner
your best in class gameplan
is the bang for your buck,
just jump ship from the wasteland
think outside the box good luck
01/24/2022
Start from square one
Pick the low hanging fruit
Work smarter not harder
Drill down to the root
Dive deeper going forward
Get a swat team, touch base
Square the circle, value added
Reach out - save face
Game changer, deal breaker
No brainer, ad hoc
Move the dial, close the deal
Plant the seeds, walk the talk
Get the metrics, crunch the numbers
Roll the rock up the hill
Make the forecast robust
And may the variance be nil
Pump up the expenses
Relax from your flap
Keep an eye on the audits
But don’t worry about GAAP
Plan B with your A game
Ahead of the curve
Drink the Koolaid, baked in
Take a risk, get a nerve
Low ball it, blue sky it
Step off the grid
Use buy-in and win-win and
Get a core competency, kid
Manage up, manage down
Then pull up your sox
And at the end of the day...
...at the end of the day…
think outside the box !
*
dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
As my parentage wasn’t of your race
And I’d got my white skin on my face
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
Were you returned to your birthplace
At your desk there’s an empty space
How I long to see your pretty face
Were you returned to your birthplace?
I can’t contact you through cyber space
And have to hide my tear stained face
All thoughts of you I've been told to erase
I can’t contact you through cyber space
Young Fatima vanished without a trace
I wish that we could just touch base
Does her body now rot in a suit case
Young Fatima vanished without a trace
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
Were you returned to your birthplace
I can’t contact you through cyber space
Young Fatima vanished without a trace
Monorhyme form that I've amended with a repeated line and the first line of each stanza making up the final stanza
Fatima Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
11/13/20
Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form
*
dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
"
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
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