it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
true beauty not just skin deep also found on the faces of many
Many a girl dreams of enchanting beauty,
But beauty is not a dream to fulfill.
If your heart and soul are but pure,
All envious eyes will fall ill.
Stand not bewildered my lady,
Your true beauty lies within.
Look around and accept your creation,
For if you reject your not far from a sin.
The soul when filled with contentment,
Glows bright under your skin.
For every girl who believes in her beauty,
A happy heart soon she shall win.
True beauty, indeed (to all number-theorists),
reveals the distribution of the primes.
Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists
of a defender that we praise in rhymes.
Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector all times
keeps to shield city, child, and princess bride;
or King Priam's grace for thoughtless Paris's crimes,
rather than wrath for his treach'rous regnocide.
What beauty is not, is Euclid mortified,
if Riemann's Hypothesis's not in sight,
or the Zeta function's proof verified
(for the spread of primes) gives zero insight.
But beauty is what frames your lovely face:
which even shames Helen of the Trojan race!
Elina is my idol,
She didn't even need a title,
She rides a bus shuttle,
People think it is brittle,
Her fragile heart is in Seattle,
Where her home is in the settlement,
For a more like cathedral,
Someone who is so dearly yet a rival,
But that's not how I see myself in a reveal,
For something so civil,
Just let my drink chill,
I know how it feels,
My movie is in the reel,
Cameras action rolling,
The eggs are boiling,
I am in healing,
I am picking,
Something that is sinking,
My sleep is lulling,
I make myself cuddle,
I am setting a pudding,
No one is judging,
For what I am wearing,
For the fish that I am searing,
Let myself go on styling,
I didn't know that he was staring,
I keep myself remembering,
I didn't know I was the one who keeps on forgetting,
The moment that I am thriving.
True beauty seek
No accolades
Wink is better.
True beauty is not just appearance
But it radiates from the kindness
Of heart that you always show
It proves someone who is not
Only beautiful to look at the inside
But also calms the heart
Of everyone around you.
True beauty inspire
Indians, Russians or local
Any race despite.
Only a few have touched my soul
But those that have made quite an impact
I'm talking about the sweet women here
But some men do also attract
Some male athletes can surely impress
Their charisma wins the day
But it's the ladies to whom I'm referring to
Residing here in our cyber café
Don't have to possess stunning good looks
Warm hearts score bigger with me
True beauty they say comes from within
Which is what I've found it to be
What amazes me is the number of sweeties
Here in one place at one time
Guess because there's so many on the site
Is why I have love on my mind
Seasons change as years go by,
winter’s cold and summer dry.
Life is hard in many ways,
yet rings are formed as seasons change.
So, although not but bark we see,
inside there is a true beauty.
I see your true beauty
By Michelle Morris
08/01/2024
I see your true beauty
The soul that resides inside
I see your Love and Light
It is shining from your eyes
Don't give up on your dreams
Give yourself compassion and care
Let Heaven's Angels guide your way
Be your best self every day, everywhere
© Michelle Morris, 2024
What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess
Always thought I was in total control
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my gaping mouth
A totally out-of-control mess
Can't believe her feminine guile
Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining
This is what love's all about
It belts you hard on the side of the head
Always prided myself in keeping cool
But exceptions still do happen
If you'd asked me a couple of days ago
Can't imagine it slackening
Just goes to show you my dear friends
No one's immune to the love bug
You could be as old as a hundred and six
Still affects you like a drug
You might be
Beautiful on the outside.
But your ugly with a
Cold heart.
That kills every one
Around you with
A single touch.
You look at people
Draining the life out
Of them.
Taking all the good out
Of the world.
Your soul is your true beauty
By Michelle Morris
21/01/2023
Not everyone has their name in lights
Not everyone experiences fame
But each and every one of us
Is made in the image of Him
It's not in our reflection
But rather in our souls
Our energy divine
From the Universe untold
Everyone is made for greatness
It's not just about money or power
It has nothing to do with celebrity
But everything to do with our soul's path
Love and light and healing
Joy, grace, mercy and hope
Faith in our contributions
Towards the Universe
We are all unique and special
We are infinitely blessed
We are God's ambassadors
When our souls live life at our best
Our name may never be known
Our fortune may never be great
But our true wealth and power
Is in the choices that we make
For how people remember us
How they feel inside their hearts
This is our true impact
Beyond words and history imparted
See beyond the mirror
Your soul is your true beauty
Make others feel better each day
Let your soul shine brightly for our future
© Michelle Morris, 2023
What is love?
A rhetorical question!
An art movie I want to watch without an intervention.
What is love?
An amusing venture!
If taken too seriously may turn into a dicey adventure.
What is love?
A companionship for lifelong!
An emotion so mighty and fiercely strong.
What is love?
A luxury not everyone can afford,
a beauty not everyone can behold.
Alas!
What is love?
Love is a journey not a destination,
love is a feeling you can't possess with lack of compassion.
Love is a cure to jealousy,
a power mightier than any prophecy.
Love is an emotion which can't be expressed with actions alone,
it is a fragrance stronger than any cologne.
Love is pure in all forms,
love is accepted in all norms.
Love is selfless,
love is never helpless.
Love is felt not seen,
love is reality not a movie on screen.
True love is unrefined,
love best is undefined.
Love is Love.
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