Crawford boxes
Wearing white soxs
Cindy and Chase
Built their case
About the train
Transporting the financial grain
Seeking fortune with fame
Going through each state
Fishing tempting bait
Until hiding in a bush
The reality push
Stupid economy
Transitioning to Daddy and Mommy
Super modeling soda pop
Choo Choo would not stop
For the Crawford boxes
Wearing white soxs
Better one will survive
Others will say goodbye
Until banks stepped in
Deciding who would win
GQ pinstripes
With the Broadway lights
Ending championship fight
Turning off the lights
Saying everyone is all right
And good night
Putting the dolls back into the Crawford boxes
Still selling South Side White Soxs
Racists will live in fright
what a beautiful sight
They cannot even fight
cursed by Aries' moonlight
with tortured days and nights
I'll keep shining so bright
they'll still want a bite
but they're all too uptight
My curse officially takes flight!
On Christmas Eve, we rushed to bed,
talking of a picnic on the front lawn
and cooling in the sprinkler.
As we drifted off, we dreamed
of mysterious presents on our beds.
I woke as the sun began to rise—
the room was cool;
an eerie glow spilled past
my windowpane.
Outside, the world was upside down:
a white scene lay where green should be.
My squeal woke my whole family.
We ran outside to build a snowman.
As the sun climbed higher,
his carrot nose slid to the ground.
For a little while, we saw
what lived on Christmas cards.
MEDIA ATTACK
COURT SAYS WHITE HOUSE LET THEM BACK
TRUMP REIGN STARTS TO CRACK
Your lips oh, your lips,
They are not merely lips,
They are poetry that forgot how to stay on paper,
A soft, sacred scripture that my heart recites.
When you speak, the world grows quiet to listen,
When you smile, even sorrow forgets how to stay.
And your white teeth,
Like pearls guarded behind the gates of Eden,
Like the first snow that heaven lets fall at dawn,
Orderly, luminous, pure
They do not just shine, they illuminate.
Your smile is not an expression,
It is a revelation.
Your lips carry your kindness,
Your teeth hold your joy,
And when both meet in laughter,
I swear, my soul finds its home.
For God took His time sculpting that smile,
He made it a medal of grace upon your face,
And every time you give it to me,
I win I win at life, at love, at everything.
Keep smiling, my love,
For your lips are my prayer,
And your white teeth, my light.
And with that light,
I will top up on every chat,
I will conquer every day,
Because your smile is my victory.
Bright Autumn colors fly.
Gold, purple, red, and orange leaves float all around.
Fill the sky
Bare branches wave
Boots crunching leaves on the cold ground.
Be brave
Cold night
Will soon be found
white
Bright Autumn colors fly.
Boots crunching leaves on the cold ground.
white
Rough white water dreams in a river rush,
the journey can toss you and get bumpy.
Thrown off course forced to pivot suddenly,
that is fate’s way of asking you to push.
Now that you’re up with a kick in the tush,
your path can be seen even more clearly.
Rough white water,
adrenaline causes hot cheeks to flush.
You’ve got a vision of what’s meant to be
and the desire to pursue it fiercely.
Execution brings a call to ambush
rough white water.
Before the midnight hour chimed
A white wolf crossed albescent snow
And saw me with its diamond eyes
Shining right into my soul
I miss the woods where Dad and I
Sat by the coppice of conifer trees
The warmth of the winter sun piqued my mind
Nature’s aroma wafting in the breeze
The years have eased the ache of loss
And let the Northwoods live once more
White snow, warm meals, and paths we crossed
Return like footsteps to my door
For every memory, I give thanks
For love, that time cannot unravel
And pray beyond these earthly banks
We’ll meet in Heaven by God’s gavel
Ingredients:
1. One pinch of sugar (Honey can sub)
2. A dash of what works
3. 1/2 teaspoon of table salt ( Or sea salt )
4. 1 large egg (Egg whites for real)
Instructions:
1. Mix them together until light and fluffy.
2. Flatten the lumps out, soften the sharpness
3. Blend until the texture mellows the taste of reality.
Secret sauce: Seven spices to taste.
Just don’t tell what they really are. EVER.
All white, like the two walls of my room
A glass bottle sitting on it, same shade as the other two
A switchboard beside, with the router plugged in
Only had the ceiling lights --- brightness is quite dim
Four rows of a vertical shelf and a dressing mirror
But the two wooden shelves on it, is what I actually admire
A wooden bed frame, the door and a window
Yet something about the whiteboard made my brain follow
The humid air turned the room musty
Yet the worktop wasn't at all dusty
But oh ! I reached for the two shelves, and the dust had piled
Then I realised that the cupboard roof also needs dusting once in a while
The adapter plugged into the switchboard, also needs to be wiped off sometimes
I love my workspace but it shouldn't be where I'm confined
My Grandmother said, when she was just three,
she’d seen the white horses ride in from the sea.
Now I stand at the lighthouse and see the white manes
stream behind horses that run without reins,
racing each wave and rushing for home –
to reach the gold sand where they melt into foam.
Embrace the white
By Michelle Morris
16/08/2026
Embrace the white
Be a good soul
Embrace the white
Be pure and bold
Embrace the white
Never give in to the dark
You can be the good in this world
And strike a beautiful spark
Embrace the white
The possibilities
We are here to lead
Inspire humanity
Embrace the white
Your heart and soul is gold
Forever starlight splendour
In the Universe known
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Pretty flowers were what we looked for,
had no money for the store.
Bathroom to save the day,
soft white flowers not gray.
Toilet paper roll no more.
So we’re punished and estranged
Would it make us better?
So how sweet was the revenge
Does it really matter?
It’s like noting white on white
Maybe green on green
When you come, I dim the light
Blinded by the screen
As the evening soars my eyes
I calm down a bit
Thinking it’s the useful lies
Naked truth can’t fit
It’s like permanent repair
Of a thing unfixable
It’s unfair, but we didn’t care
Everything is mixable
So we turn out quite the same
As we were last night
Only now there is no frame
But just white on white.
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sumwhut presently
pink
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flip float'did
hern
cheer'n
through ridicule
fanfare
cackle
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