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Love
Campfire
how can something
so dangerous
be so comfortable
it’s like using a hug
to strangle someone
a chef’s knife
slides through kidneys, too
and every silver rain storm
that brings life
can take it away
these are the opposites
to life’s balances
the Yin and the Yang
nature just isn’t beautiful
she is red hot and smoldering
Goodbye June
it’s the last performance
flashes of summer
glitter like starlight
we’ve come to see the show
the night air
jitters with excitement
that one twirls
that one sparkles
memories burst apart around me
like the end of a song
blink, blink, blink, blink
and then they’re gone
Gold star for anyone who can guess what this poem is about. 😉 It’s one of my favorite things about summer. I really hate to say goodbye to June.
–AJM
from aunt mana
she was three days old
at my high-school graduation
three years old when we watched
A Bug’s Life together
and now eighteen
and driving
and graduating today
about to embark on the world
nervous and unsure
but so beautiful
oh, so beautiful
she is gorgeous on the inside
and gorgeous on the outside
i wish for her
to always love herself
as much as she is
loved by everyone
My niece Maddie is graduating high-school today. How can it be? How can it be?
–AJM
Congratulations
For all the graduates.
–AJM
you are
beautiful
brave
and strong
you can do no wrong
work hard
work smart
remember to follow your heart
be kind
stay true
always make time for you
this is your life
follow those dreams
but don’t forget to wear sunscreen
read books
and laugh lots
always look in your blindspot
aim high
know when to go slow
and always remember the below:
chase your dreams
but don’t forget
there is still so much that hasn’t happened yet
what would the world look like
Yesterday, I did a little research and reading about Juneteenth, and I was inspired to write this poem. Slavery should not have happened. It should have never started to begin with in the 16th century.
I hope wherever you are, you are enjoying the day, learning something new, and enjoying time with family and friends. Happy Juneteenth!
–AJM
what would the world look like
if no one decided
that men, women and children
were no better than savages
because of their skin color
because they didn’t live in houses
with picket fences
and cobbled stones
if no one said
i’ll take this one and then that one
stuffed them into watery cages
where people suffered, died and bled
if no one said
work this land or we’ll kill you
or rape your women, or beat your children
you’ll know no life other than terror
you’ll know no life other than work
to feel the rotten sting of shame
to not know your self worth
what would the world look like
if someone had said
show me where you come from
i’d like to understand
if someone had listened
would they know
their crime would crush
hundreds of generations
what would the world look like
if someone had
backed away
took themselves home
and worked the land themselves
Original Songwriting: Embracing Pain and Love Forever
Sometimes, the muse strikes at the most interesting times. I found myself awake at 8 am Sunday morning, having woken up from a dream where I was writing a song with someone. The dream I remember…barely. It was a hodgepodge of balconies and bathrooms that never end, a situation where I made a promise to someone, I was in trouble, my heart was broken, someone had stolen something, on the run from the mob or in some kind of Bridgeton reinactment…my heart thinks maybe the latter because I remember dresses and a lot of regency-inspired costumes, but anyway, in the dream, I was writing a song about heartbreak and here’s what I came up with. It might be something, it might be nothing, but I also thought, not bad for someone who wasn’t conscious, hah.
~AJM
Just looking to find the time
to write down these thoughts of mine
but they hurt
they hurt
But pain makes you stronger
regret is for lovers
pain is a testament
that love is forever
So let it rain
so let it rain
so let it rain
Haiku, Haiku, Haiku
1.
time to write something
my brain is dead and tired
creative time gone
2.
sink into pillow
and don’t fight your tired eyes
dreams awake and start
3.
long day, many steps
good conversation and friends
it feels like a good future
The Road Home
in my mind, i fly
long grass on both sides
the black and white cows are silent
they are decor to this
one woman band
barreling her way
over this hill, this curve and the next
until everything within
vibrates
the silos, the grass covered hill,
those trees
that sunlight highlighting
the puffy white clouds
behind the blue
until everything feels too full
Shameless plug for my poetry book!!
If you’ve liked what you read here, check out my poetry book Walking in Cemeteries…available for purchase on Amazon!
A. J. Morse 