My days are short and nights too long,
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you,
nightrider, to sky I belong.
My days are short and nights too long,
in stardust I sing luring song,
reach you through the night’s silver hue.
My days are short and nights too long,
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you.
My days are short and nights too long,
nightrider, to sky I belong,
in stardust I sing luring song.
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you,
reach you through the night’s silver hue.
I turn to tinsel, you’ve no clue.
it would be a last request, before the gallows
like baloo sings it
i'm being led there, the narrow path between the
faces of the people
my hands tied behind my back
the rope taut against the skin
and i'm going,
de-zop-ba-ronie
hap-da-dee-ba-lat
da-dat-dat-non
hey, a-baby-dot-doo
zaba-doo-doo-day-doo-bop
doo-boo-doo-day, ze-bonz
za-bop-bop-bobby
we arrive
i turn to the hooded executioner.
'take me home, daddy.'
I've forgotten how to cry
and the days are droll
i had you in the palm of my hand
You were blonde
but your story has been told
Hold the day in your hand
Dreams can soothe you
And the Sun can be a bastillon
My peeps from around the world
I could not pick out of a line up
Unless asked to read a line or two or three
Turn To Stone
Supply and demand - go hand in hand
and the hand is attached to a greedy man
The most ignorant species Earth has ever
known - I wish mankind would turn to stone.
Turn To Stone
Supply and demand - go hand in hand
and the hand is attached to a greedy man
The most ignorant species Earth has ever
known - I wish mankind would turn to stone.
Horn Haiku
we would take our turn
to find out how we will learn
ways which we can earn
Challenge is to write our
haiku which will rhyme.
Happy International Women's Day!
Memories from 2020...
I've written this poem / lyrics
(I have a melody in my mind)
as a dedication for all the women out there...
We make the world work for everyone...
Stay strong ladies... You're a blessing!
I turn to you
By Michelle Morris
09/08/2020
I turn to you and
know the sun is rising;
I turn to you and
know it's a brighter day...
I turn to you and
everything's inspiring;
I turn to you and
know I'll be okay...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
you seem so far away and yet
ever present in my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
A car ran
thru the city
so fast
without caution
that doom was point blank
the car spun
around
ground attack
flipping
on its back
hurling sparks
that lit a bomb off
throngs of victims at loss
a
villain drank too much
12/31/22
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Emile Pinet
If last year really sucked for you,
my guess: likely this year will too.
For happiness in circumstance
can prove a vicious little dance,
A trap that you cannot improve,
because a rut looks like a groove;
you try to force your luck to switch,
and slide off in another ditch.
For joy depends not on a place,
but on a person full of grace
who came into a world on fire
to rescue those whose need is dire.
Do trials in life just disappear?
Ahead lies toil, this much is clear,
but being anxious is a waste
of time with which we have been graced.
So don’t place hope in a new year,
but in a savior who’s drawn near.
Then all your days will turn to bright;
yes, all is well, all things made right.
————-
Second Place Winner
for the What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
written on 04/01/2022
believer seeks eternity ~ sceptic reckons why’s it always me
By
David Kavanagh
A time, when mind and body are down.
My judgement must remain sound.
I know that I need to stay,
mindful of what I do and say.
Even though there is constant pain,
Control is what I have to retain.
There is no one to help me along,
the road of recovery, that I am on.
A strong will has to lead the way.
To manage the events of the day.
This time I am weary and forlorn.
As a bird, flightless, it's wing torn.
Asking for help, is hard for me to do,
but this time, Lord, I turn to you.
With this prayer, God, let it be,
during this time, please walk with me.
We turn to words.
For our hope, our bewilderment, our dreams and our pain.
Over and over, the same 26 letters rearranged.
Always a new story to share. Our love, or our sorrow, our secrets bare.
We turn to words to make it to tomorrow.
Poets find solace in passionate art.
We speak from the heart,
And articulate all that brings us together and tears us apart.
Raw emotion unrelenting.
Souls exposed ever ascending.
Words are timeless and unending.
We turn to words.
Tales are woven like tapestry,
Encompassing quaint mastery.
They reflect our deepest most intimate selves.
Poetry is to the heart, what music is to the soul.
A reflection of everything we are
Laid to bare on a page for all to behold.
We wear our words as both armor and scars.
We don't just write poems, we are poems. They are what we are.
After some time the poet may pass on.
But the poems live forever.
We become them.
And thus, we turn to words.
~2021
When wrongs weigh heavy
upon my heart
and time threatens to tear it apart,
I turn to poetry.
4/18/2021
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