Onto hope is necessity
If waiting would not profit
Growth rate of yeasty bids
Boldly into anticipating yields
For anointed oil to fill pot to its brim
Hope hurts hasty head,
Healing heart's hindrance hurting...
Higher honor's host.
Onto chance is doubt
If shaky wait looses grip
Of expected time of being
Beyond what caution's seat
Can tame to ease such tension
Waiting weighs wit's will,
Wether with weight, work wows well,
Wad weary wall's war.
Onto anxiety is probability
If due luck isn't forthcoming
Gradually brighter to dying eyes
For long viewing afar its due arrival
Building capacity to hastily bear its cross
Anxiety ace acts,
Awaiting apt adjustments...
Alive abounding.
Onto peace is accord
If faith assumes rightly
Tightening Word's interval
Which drowning sea can't sink
Timing unfulfilled drift beforehand
Faith fights for future,
Featuring failure fearing...
Fulfilling fortunes.
Onto belief is assurance
If rest solely on its scope
Trying time's ton ultimately
Search endlessly not too early
Yet assessment bids via grace
Resting relieve risks,
Racing refined regret's reign...
Rapture reserved raw.
#Life
Tour of trials and hostility, in this cave, life capture's my soul, hell prey's for my flesh, indoctrination waits in ambush for my mental GPS. With this God DIY tools, equiped to unearth parth's long consumed by creation and evolution...
from four cardinals of earth, horns of wisdom positions distressed and discareded abilities of mother nature. Waterfall's bearing rebirth, cleansing drained long extinct men conscience...
from under earth plates, smokes with insence, awakening purities long ingraved in packages of human descendency to life. Hijacked dreams and hopes of child's maps of earth, peals from bondages of captivity and brainwash...
The world, for the first time, wows and collides with rage, for denied and amputated abilities, that earth stole from genesis. Rise of greatness, beyond wisdom and intelligency, degenaration in every hole and pores of earth and men, here and there pillars of change, marking the begining of magnitude.
#Poetic_Ink
Zebras and giraffes are pals with wows!
Like pygmy goats and milking cows
If predators are close, giraffes sound the alarm
Zebras run with their herd to avoid death or harm
Serpents, scorpions, owls,
Swingers, stingers, wise old gals,
Dogs, bones, bow wow wows,
Paws, purrs, cat's meows.
Canines, felines, feral creatures,
Headlines, deadlines, double features,
Ping, pong, pink expressions,
Sing, song, apprehensions.
Sows, cows, milk-bag givers,
Scaredy-cats and chicken livers,
Porky pigs and truffle treasures,
Dorky wigs and other pleasures.
Polywogs and rollie pollies,
Gollygogs and holly holies,
Ice cream trucks and cone packers,
Dumb clucks and silly quackers.
Gritty Kitty, kitty litter,
Nitwitty babysitter,
Baby bottles, bubble slumbers,
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
All around are funny creatures,
Rabbit Ears and bunny features,
Serpents, scorpions, and owls,
Trick-or-treaters call them pals.
His spine curves right, then left
one shoulder lower than another
A hitch and a wobble in his gait
couple shots of whiskey tempt fate
A caddy, he calls himself a ‘pro jock’
follows the sun to work year-round
Wows the young jocks with mythical tales of the (PGA) tour
~ though his liver will rot before long, that’s for sure
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A 'caddy' carries a heavy bag (or two!) of golf
clubs (usually) on one shoulder, traversing a
golf course of four or more miles.
PGA = Professional Golfers Association
We went through unhappy days
and were tested in harsh ways:
we hardly knew true happiness;
can we try to be happy and rebuild
what fell apart the best we could?
Let's hold hands again and renew wows,
wipe off my teras and I'll wipe off yours;
we wouldn't live without any hope for tomorrow,
no light shone in our darkness, only a faint glow!
Can we try to be happy and laugh for a change?
Can we try to look at each other and be forgiving?
Who can chase rainy days away along with rage?
No lovers ever know joy if they stop believing!
Does it matter if we loved someone else?
Will it stop us from being one body, one soul?
What makes us sad must be forgotten at once;
we must be strong and most of all faithful!
Can we try to be happy for our sake?
We have seen many people with a torn heart
and how they cried at night and stayed awake;
we won't do what they did and fall apart!
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The dog days of summer find these canines
Of all shapes and sizes waiting in lines
It's hot and muggy out
Yet these bow-wows are stout
For they find relief in finding their shrines
Trick-or-treating comic strip gals walked down the street.
The rest of us got out of the way of this wholesome treat.
They were sensuous for sure, these comic strip gals.
All the way we could hear comic strip boys yelling their wows.
When you go shopping, do you browse
And stroll up all the aisles,
Searching for surprising “Wows!”
That might elicit smiles?
Or do you clutch your list in hand
And check off every item
That’s always purchased as you planned
Each time, ad infinitum?
No matter how you shop, at least
When you’re back home, unpacking,
You’ll know that chances have increased
For some impromptu snacking.
Treat people well while they're alive. It's too late to be sad and experience grief and regret once they're gone. Unfortunately, too many people experience this, and it can often be avoided.
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
By Michelle Morris
06/01/2023
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Do not lament the loss
For nothing can change
It's too late to count the cost
My ghost won't stick around
For my soul is heavenbound
I am free from you and pain
I am free from human pride
Treat me well in this moment
Give that genuine smile now
Flowers and chocolate treats
Are memorable and lovely wows
Make the most of our time together
You never know what comes next
The stars align and destinies merge
The Universe has its quest
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
It's way too late to show me you care
Give me love and friendship while I'm alive
Show me empathy and kind effort
For we only have one life
And we only get limited chances
Make the most of your relationships
And leave warmth in all our hearts
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Love is your happy face,
Shows me your noble grace,
Love is the breadth of you,
Love is the length of you,
Love abounds your whole,
Love is your gentle soul,
Love is your giving,
Not expecting receiving,
Love is the tall of you,
Love is the all of you,
Love is what you treasure,
And give with abundant measure,
Love is the sum of you,
An aura and hum circles you,
You must have a magic wand,
For you have me spell bound,
Love is your wrap around arms,
Chasing away hurts or harms,
You ask what should we eat,
Tonight, wanting it to be a treat,
Love is offering me your coat,
When you think I am cold,
Love is your warm embrace,
Within our place and space,
Love you have showered me,
You show it it so naturally,
Our love is humble and true,
For both of us, me and you.
Rainbows flash colors in different hues
Hues splash waves in different clues
Clues of life's cycle of views
Views of human souls in historical pews
Mirrors of life come in rainbows
Mementos of life drill on burrows
Shallow grounds dig deep on half souls
High mounds stay low in flat bowls
Rainbows in colors reflect good news
News of lives rich in cues
Rainbows in colors project life you choose
Wows of hives inject life you noose
Fear ran rampant through the streets of all the cities, escalating wows and tribulations.
It holds back the manifestations of life’s improvements, because of apprehensions.
It knocks on every door in the neighborhood causing chaos, bedlam, and despair.
It is a muffled whisper in the mind of many, permeating and penetrating the atmosphere.
Fear is bent on destroying lives without the slightest bit of care.
Worry is the child of fear and he leaves his siblings everywhere.
Fear kills the desires of a person and scoffs at his great ideas and says don’t you even dare.
Positive thoughts produce positive results, so fear festers ideas of envy, malice, and despair.
Fear came upon a humble house near the edge of the wood.
Fear shook and rattled at the front door and shouted obscenities as loud as he could.
Fear banged and kicked at the door yelling things that to the biggest and strongest man, would scare.
Love answered the door and found no one standing there.
Brand
I have a woman
Her name is Prada
Like the precious brand
Of Dolce and Gabbana
She bewitches like L'Oréal
Charms like Donna Karan
She sparkles like Napoleon
And wows like Louis Vuitton
Her smile is Donatella
But she waves like Gianni
She is blooming like Ella
And shines like Tiffany
But like a porcelain
She's fragile like a glassware
I know not much how to love her
And handle her with care
*For my daughter*
O, to travel the world when young
Tales of adventure to be sung
Cups raised with high expectations
of romance and steamy flirtations
Travel to Africa while you can
to Indonesia and then Vietnam
Cross oceans by ship and by plane
Narrow mountain passes by train...
There's a time to settle down
But that time is not now
You owe yourself your fair share
of 'Awesomes' and 'Wows'
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