Month: October 2011

The Sacred Scented Balm [sonnet]

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Forgiveness comes in the shape of the one
who must receive the sacred scented balm
which will ensure that nothing’s left undone.
We hold each other’s lives within our palm.

Balanced on our hand is absolution
which conscience craves in those who need release.
Transgression is a fatal intrusion;
a wound upon a soul in need of peace.

Yet, in order for forgiveness to be done
objectively as well as in the heart
contrition must its humble course soon run
if pardon mixed with mercy is to start.

The hard but easy way for us to live:
To see remorseful eyes and then forgive.

© 2011, Alan Morrison

Quietly Wonderful [poem]

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You are quietly wonderful;
I tell you so you know.

You have no need of accolades
praising fake parades with fanfares
blazing on a stage with prizes
given or a coach by well-groomed
horses driven

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Each Poem is like a Snapshot of One Part of Reality

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Each poem is like a snapshot of one part of reality. It is the truth but it is not the whole truth. It is like one facet of a diamond which, when it twinkles in the light, does not represent the entire gem. Therefore, any poem does not tell the whole story; it tells the part of the story which is the strongest and most relevant at the time. If one waits patiently, another part will come in another poem; and then a picture is formed – a picture which is always in formation. The poem is part of the eternal dance…
© 2011, Alan Morrison

eyamsotyred [poem]

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eyamsotyred
sotyredofstrugling
struglingtofyndthereel
tofyndsumshellturdlee
sumrelivuns
2maisituayshun
(maibondidgesounfree)
wichecsplaynzwye
evrithyngterndfromm
litetoodarc
wenyungfreshmeewuzbitraid
withowtaneeconshunce
withautevunreelizing
sheewerdooinganeethingrong
hazthewurldreelichaynged
sowmuchthatniytiznaudai
eyamsotyred
tyredofthyngsgoingbump
inntheday
bumpingawaiwithther
wontuninflayshun
andhooammeyeeniwai
toocomplanesezduhvois
inmyehedthinkeyed
rarthuhbeeded
thereyeveseditt
thewurdswichhav
allwaizebeanonmaimind
andinnit
wurdzwoshing
arowndelikemowthwosh
forthebraynethaylthink
eyaminsanebutteyamknot(ted)
insydelykeabaskitov
snaykesandeyamsoverislayked
sotyredsoslaykedeyecarnt
fitethisnomooreforeym
toobattelsoarandbrokt
sochowktinmyesole
nowunnreelikeres
itzorlwunnbiggayme
uvchesstoothemm
eyamaniteandallwaizhavbean
butteyethinkthearisnoplayce
leftforusonthechessbord
coztherooleshaveorlchaynged
owtovallrekognishun
thatizmyestanding
andendgaymepozishun
eyamsotyred
sotyred
ovevreething

© 2011, Alan Morrison

The End of the Tether [sonnet]

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I have lost everyone and everything.
Every precious thing — every meaning one.
I watched all those to whom I once did cling
just vanish in the night and they were gone.

Perhaps that’s as it should be in my world
for windowless I orbit distant stars;
long longing for a view I sunless curled
through galaxies and countless grey memoirs.

And then some voice said there is always hope.
I’ve heard those empty words before (I winced)
shaped like a neat and tidy noosely rope
so by that thought I cannot be convinced.

When tether’s end has finally been reached
the heart of all that sings has been impeached.

© 2011, Alan Morrison

Framed [new song]

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framed

When all the cards are down
And with my feet firm on the ground
I can see the pack was never full.
Missing was the Queen of Hearts
Well it was pinned with feathered darts
To a half-done painting on the wall.

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Narcissist [poem]

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narcissist

if he/she/it is a narcissist…
p a u s e…
(can a mere “it” be
a narcissist
for an “it” has no need
to dwell upon itself
for an “it” just isn’t human
so is free from every wretched form
of navel-gazing
ego-blazing
hellfire-razing)

so…

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