Marcia Morris

All I Wanted

2011-11-22T21:46:00.000-08:00

All I wanted for my birthday
was a purple feathered parrot
with a trace of yellow or black
not a plate of T-bone steak
nor tall clear glass half-full red aged wine
I wanted a talking bird of many words
“Hello, goodbye, pretty girl”

I suppose I should have said
“I am thrill of this good gesture
of putting this little eating together’
Seeing that I was the centre piece of attention. watching folks stuffing their stomach, laughing
spewing food from the side of their mouth
chowing down potatoes, salad and Brussels sprouts
An occasion to celebration my day.

My stomach turned and how I wanted to shout
How I wanted to stand and say it
“All I want for my birthday is a purple feathered parrot”
In a silver cage and a gold plated gate
But I couldn’t, something moved me

My ear was buzzing. My eyes circled the colours
around the brown people dressed in black, pink and purple
their mouth was going, not battery operated
not a plug in, but a motor motion from the belly

And the thought of my own purple parrot went mild
My parrot was here, six to be exact
with many phrases, many words
not in a cage- not yet!
But one day they will, one day when they become the elderly
And their grey feathered hair peeing through a window cage
of a retirement home looking.

My Heart Is Forest Fire

2011-11-05T21:40:00.000-07:00

My heart is forest fire
crispy leaves untouched
Foliage green, sweet bud;
budding up and coming
I am near-term to give birth
slow labour to deliver.

But the matchstick that once strike the skin
triggering the throbbing, bringing the tree to live
moulding the root in existence -
Now moving backwards

I taste his heart like white vinegar
filtering through pumping muscle valve
and the strong fist hold fast, stubborn to fall
abstain to feel, timid to taste
and I am crying water
and I am crying vodka
and I am crying blood
of the passing of love

The Pursuer

2011-07-03T20:17:00.000-07:00

The pursuer speaks
Don’t have me waiting
on this long lonely road
I need to move
closer to you

I will take care of you
I have proof
Blood pumps emotion to my heart
lips spilling words of a desperate hurt
a wounded call wanting to heal
a hidden bleeding cut

I will be there for you
When your ankle hurts
from a long day standing at work
And your tired eyes fall asleep
on the settee watching TV
and you gently whisper save me
and your soft skin glowing
showing it needs my love
I will be home

God knows-
His hand guides my heart
saving me from a painful fall.
yet I refuse to walk
my eyes sees what I want
Please don’t gamble with my intentions
Don’t hold what is not yours. Vengeances
of past mistakes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And my spirit turns
And my spirit cries
And his lips move like fingers
turning pages through a romantic novel
And his prophetic voice
reads like an open old bible
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And the Pursuer continues
You are my land
of rich productive soil
which flourishes and blossom
Into beautiful flowers.
Roots footed in owners love
I will take care of you
God knows.

In My Eyes

2011-06-08T23:34:00.000-07:00

In my eyes
blues skies
green trees
And the River
shadow dark brown
Dark and hard

And we walk on the River
Stroll and march on it
without our feet getting wet,
maybe a soil on white
with a brush it comes off

But we walk
We do not swim
the waves are hard
and stifling hot
We breathe and embrace
the ups and down
we might drown

We might drown
in empty pockets
polluted politics
sorrow and hardship

And we briskly walk
Pounding strong
trying not to go down
Trying not to rain tears
to water the dry river
The one that moves around
in slow motion brown

And the nation flows
in a river of brown
and we are holding
while some are drowning
Drowning in tears and sorrow
in earths rough hard river
Dirt without water

The Moon Decides To Rest

2011-05-23T21:16:00.000-07:00

The moon decides to rest
Cover its head under sheets of grey clouds
and the streetlights take over
Takes its turn with a low beaming glow

And it is late and peaceful
Not a sound of moving feet
Nor a sound of a living soul
And you step out from the babbling house
And you walk into peace
Into the street of silence

And you sing in peace
in the absent of the moon’s night
Walking by the first light
the second and the third
And your shadow goes before, takes lead
strolling to the beat of moving feet
Suddenly you feel Afraid

Sipping On Love

2011-05-04T21:59:00.000-07:00

Sitting here sipping on love
Got a full cup and I’m drinking it up
the passion desire burning fire
Tasting sipping swallowing
Following the man I desire

My emotion is craving the flavour of his breath
My hands moving wanting his flawless flesh
Lips kneading his. Sipping .

Saccharine streaming water exchanges
between candy tongue
We meet
touching stirring six pack full of love

Grandfather Told Me

2011-04-25T21:27:00.000-07:00

Grandfather told me
I had no voice to sing
and I stopped singing
and those beautiful words
I use to squeeze out of tune
lie low, lie still
for years and years

And the chorus flew south
did not return with travelling birds
and I did not sing
did not open my voice,
except to talk breathe or yawn

And grandfather sink
covered in soil to silent home
and I sing then
repeating passing hymns
only spirits with wings
and inquisitive wind could hear;
a calm inside hum
of a send-off song I sang to him

Lover Man

2011-02-25T22:02:00.000-08:00

Lover man where are you?
A night light shines its glow
and cold wind holds on to my bone
Shelling ice in knee socket
drilling deep freezing feelings
my body too num for bleeding
Crisp like meat in a freezer.
Cannot thaw though my voice speak soft
and my heart is out pushing muscle
through seal tight, wrap
pumping breaking hard ice
Calling through bruise lips frost bite
begging for a warm night
Lover man where are you
I need you now

I Love When You Come Here

2011-02-09T20:38:00.000-08:00

I love when you come here
With seal lips and sturdy hands probing
in poorly lit room. Touching here
moving there, around the glow of my fire

Striking match fingertips on my skin. Igniting
whimpering groans private moments.
Intimate motions undisclosed behind my door
And our time is slow and soundless
And the hour is like forever

A long Shifting shadow exhibit by the moon
only the sky can see but its mouth seal
Your lips conquering me in secret

And we are moving
and we are moving
and you are here; really here

A Dark Winter Month

2011-02-05T14:04:00.000-08:00

A dark winter month
Clouds shadow the yellow sun
Skeletal tree stand still
no red or green scenery
no sign of nature’s life

Except for your breathing mouth
and the warming tongue
and the white delicate rose
falling fragile snow
There is no light

Snow

2011-02-02T12:03:00.000-08:00

Snow flurries soaring
from lily white sky
Dogs on sledge pulling
boys and girls down hill
in windy weather
Snowstorm raging
pouring heavily from burden clouds
letting go of the ice
falling to the ground
forming beds cushion white

Calling Summer

2011-01-23T14:33:00.000-08:00

Calling summer
Calling the brilliant yellow
to cover freezing white
layers of snow

Colouring my house gold
hanging balloons to boring ceiling
freezing Popsicles
slicing lemons for lemonade

Waiting
for summer to show its face
and stay forever
Tired of this cold weather
tired of this cold weather

Friend

2011-01-15T11:19:00.000-08:00

Friend, I cannot tell you to leave
Neither can I say stay
Love is not on and off
running emotion from a water tap

But if

Friend, it is like this
Every human being resides
in a recyclable bin
Some empty, some half fill

You can pick and pick
search among the recyclables
Find tossed emotions waiting for love
Try to get your bottle refill

Away From The Blue

2011-01-09T16:51:00.000-08:00

He says, come let me take you
into a different mood
away from this boring blue
to an optimist pink
the way things use to be

Let me stir you on a different scene
stimulating the senses
sweet-smelling roses caressing the skin,
sprinkling bubbly wine
on the tip of tongue- slowly
stirring the waiting mouth

Let me awake you to this
falling snowflakes passion rain
you and I sharing an embrace,
love in a romantic place
soaking wet in passion mist
Close your eyes and think
cherry crimson pink

Give It Up

2011-01-07T18:00:00.000-08:00

Give it up
that “no body love me’ face
scarring a young-looking skin
to early wrinkle
and for what? For who?
True love is never far
will always find when you close the past
and open your heart for better

January A New Year

2011-01-06T20:46:00.000-08:00

January, a new year
and the house smells drunk
of sweet fruit cake, red sorrel rum
and days old turkey rotting

Wine stain on white linen cloth,
a shade of brown sleeping drunk
The house is silent no sound
just colourful lights blinking
on a tall thin pine tree
and the unmoving acidy rummy
scent from drinking

Cleaning scrubbing bleaching
washing windows, polishing floor
removing Christmas wreath from the door
Staying focus ridding the house of odour

Throwing out useless unwanted gifts
like the sewer scented candle, ugly sweaters
stale box cookies, cinnamon stick
and other disgusting things

Except for the lovely cards, sweet potato pie
and the brown leather coat. I didn’t get much
just tons and tons of junk
And I am mad; mad that Christmas
the one-day visitor left me in such a mess

She Sits Before The Fire

2011-01-04T20:15:00.000-08:00

She sits before the fire
flaming high bright yellow
lost in the crackling sound
of burning wood flashing sparks

She has not seen grandpa
two days pass

She knows something is wrong
but she knows not what
and we cannot tell her. Not now!

No, we just cannot extinguish the light
that keeps her going
that keeps her hoping

So we gather around commenting
on the fire’s bright light
And we say nothing

The Rabbit Coat You Wore At My Wedding

2011-01-01T19:34:00.000-08:00

The rabbit coat you wore at my wedding
eloquently refine desert dust, stunning
hidden neckline, hook and eye front
long sleeves falling on wrist like a ringing bell
I remember it well
You gave it to me the very next day
Wrapped in a silver box just as you bought it
covered in protective seal plastic

I wear it to all my grand babies christening
in the same church, you first wore it then
Not as grand shiny and stunning
But still with sentiments; spirit of your lingering
wisdom family gathering scent

And it saturate on me and everyone you touch
when you were the vigorous powerhouse
commanding me to carry the red bloodline
cup in the palm of my hand. Trying not to spill
fragile family water to ground
striving to be strong, curving turmoil actions
rebellious views, resting to where you left ~peace

And here you are sitting before a calm fire
with high flames that does not burn
smiling with the eyes of Moses. Pleasing
Your job is done
leaving me with the secret rod -
The rabbit coat you wore at my wedding.

An Hour Of Darkness

2010-12-31T22:21:00.000-08:00

An hour of darkness
dim sky shade the staring window
fragile falling white ice
cold freezing rain New Eve night

Crowd screaming bringing New Year
loneliness creeps an unfilled soul
what to do here
what is next, what now?

Texting God
he will not return phone calls
kneading knees on rough surface
and for what? A chance of grace
~ I am hoping

Promises I make and never fulfil
null in his book, null to his ear
Texting texting
he will not read messages
turns his head delete delete

An hour of darkness
cold freezing rain New Eve night
life is still
moving snowflakes scurries in the wind
going nowhere - melting

Crowd screaming Happy New Year
God’s fingers slowly deleting
waiting for the complete return of me

I Cannot Write About Nothing More

2010-12-13T11:46:00.000-08:00

I cannot write about nothing more
though I have been hurt
though I have been lost
and never found
and will never find true love

I cannot write about nothing more
Nothing less
than what I feel
sometimes stale
sometimes fresh
and sometimes I would rather forget
but never for long
I cannot write on nothing more
than hurt and love

The Night Nurse

2010-12-12T18:18:00.000-08:00

He has been crying for years
longing tears
Slipping in and out
calling the night nurse
to ease pain and hurt

And she has come. The smiling Browning,
descending through dimming clouds
soft-lit moon, sliding slow
hovering below green paved ground

The lonely prayer has been heard
She is here
to seize the hurting
to ease the wanting
to rescue the lonely longing for somebody
to love him only

He is slipping in and out
Gone now
It is done

He's Arousing Me

2010-12-06T18:19:00.000-08:00

He's arousing me playfully
teasing my neck with flavouring tongue
stirring passion shoulder to leg
stencilling lines with pencil fingertip
prints the word “fine” on yearning skin
now I am wondering,
what does he expect of me?

The Middle Room

2010-12-05T20:53:00.000-08:00

The middle room
With dimming glittering lights
of a pale blue hue

pastel pink and green bedsheet
covers the queen size mahogany bed
Powder turquoise curtain drape a broom like trimming
sweeping, sweeping the hardwood floor

An elderly woman rebuking eyes
stares through a fragile picture frame
WATCHING
a young girl's way of life

A quiet song sings in silent tongue
Mattress churning turns to midnight light cat fight
purring purring to a hush

Pennies shillings rattling like snakes
falls to the Sacred ground
And the elderly woman's rebuking eyes
makes the young one cry

Snow Is Falling

2010-12-05T19:42:00.000-08:00

Snow is falling
A lonely lover crying
tears of wanting

Teardrops melt snowflakes
into warm rain
Flows to her lovers ear

And he hears the cry
dip his feet in yearning water
and ache for the touch

And ache for the kiss
of far away passion
biting lips to hush

Grandpa's Spirit

2010-11-29T21:06:00.000-08:00

All day long I’ve been smelling
a day old drunk
rubbing at my nose like bad scent cologne
And it follows
flows in the air everywhere
In the bathroom, kitchen and bedroom

And I'm walking remembering grandpa
drinking white rum
Gallons and gallons gulp down
with plain, tap water
Not mixing the sweet coca cola

And I asked about the strong burning flavour
But grandpa assured me it was good to drink
seeing he had no teeth to chew sugar cane
And I believed him then
but not now, I’m grown

Heading towards the brown broken door
I freeze
Grandpa’s spirit is following me

Daydreaming

2010-11-17T20:04:00.000-08:00

Soiled love washing on shore
Scrubbing sand between my toes
hoping salt will cleanse to pure
our love

Slow emotions moving like tired waves
His body barely touching my wanting skin
yet I am drooling and trying
Struggling, fighting to start a fire
getting closer stirring friction
Hoping his saccharine lips can meet to kiss
Just hoping

These grains of sand between my toes
keeps triggering hope
that today my thoughts, my dreams
can produce more than just a touch
more than just, make believe
bringing this into being real
Netting the fish to my lips
regaining access to the heart
to the flesh, and breathe easy

~Daydreaming by the river bank~

You Lock Yourself In A Room

2010-10-18T20:21:00.000-07:00

You lock yourself in a room
Strolling down a winding realm
Your mind is drifting
From now to then
when you were just a babe

someone comes knocking
Unlocks the unstable door
And things starts creeping. The haunting
the boss, the bills , a crying child
and trailing tears follow
And you cry out “ enough!
the room is full.

The Woman

2010-09-20T20:07:00.000-07:00

The woman stood at the bus stop
In summer’s warm July, breeze
Three young children. A boy, two girls
Dressed in red, silver, gold and green

Took me back to cheerful colours
Of Christmas
And the cold and the snow
Carolling singing and gift giving

But no one was singing
And no one was giving
Three young children pulling
long black tassels dangling
from the woman’s red ball room dress

One child. The little boy, overjoyed
Of the family’s outing, prancing
with a sway; slightly swinging
Here, there posing

Hand in empty pocket, chest pouting
A convincing proud pharaoh; ruling
floating on well paved sidewalk runway
Unaware his green suit was out of style
Vintage purchase from a used clothes isle

And the little girls looked on
Sweating in their red, silver and gold
Still holding the black tassel
Motionless

And the sun rays were sharp and straight
Pointing at the glass shed where they waited
And the bus took like forever
Sweat pouring down the children’s face
Like melting candles on a Christmas tree

And the woman kept drying sweat
And straightening the un-ironed
Crushed collar hugging her son’s neck
Reached in an old black purse
Passed around water for each child to sip
And I watched all of this

And the sun was pelting
a sweltering burning heat.
She was on lowered knees
Fixing the swaggers suit.
Brushing the young girls hair
While she herself was need

And I wanted to say something
Pay her a nice compliment. Anything.
And when I looked at her trying eyes
I freeze
Feeling the force of her pushing
Fighting with poverty

My thoughts brought me back
To when I was a single mother
Turning hands to make better
Walking in the dreadful dark
Holding a bright light.
And the tears I held tight
Fell.

Early Morning

2010-07-19T12:38:00.000-07:00

Early morning walking
Along Bellamy road
Near the tall buildings
It is quiet
Until you bend the corner
To cedar brae drive
Under medium trees
That bares no fruit
But they are there
For some reason
For the birds that perch
In flocks of many
Like a colourful choir
Singing a melodious chorus
cheerfully chirping
in discipline sequence.
And as soon as the body
Makes that turn
swings to the corner bend
They rise
With high, pitch voices
And wings extending to fly
Hovering among the clouds
Landing calmly
As they see me moving
Away from their home
Going to my own

And I Let Him Go

2010-06-30T21:13:00.001-07:00

Seeing him lying
On the carpet floor
In the dim lit room
Staring at white clean ceiling
I try to imagine
What is he seeing?
What is he thinking?
And the tears
And the music he choose
To listen to
A lonely song
Not too sad
But lonely
And yearning
He don’t look at me
Yet I know he knows
I am looking
And I am curious
And I remember
The tiny purple parrot
purchase years ago
And my Mama warn
“One day the cage will open
And the bird will go!
And I see my lover
Crying secret tears
Water flowing his face
To the floor
And I open the bedroom door
And let him go.

I Had Him Last Night

2010-03-21T20:18:00.001-07:00

I had him last night
In a hush secret session
Moving like quick sand

Sinking heated passion
Dipping
Tumbling
Rising
Falling
Behind the dim lit stand
Of orange grape fruit
And the sound of patrol
Boots moving around
Corner bend Belay road

I had him last night
But only for a while
Two minutes in a sleepless night
Returning to dream of him tonight

Praises to the Penis

2010-02-15T16:13:00.000-08:00

All praises to the penis
Supernatural toy.
gods of the earth
To you I bow

I won’t raise
My hand to say grace
But I will warn

Your time is now!

While you are standing
Take advantage
Choose your goddess
Time is running out
Take your place
Claim ownership
Of the garden you once lost

A Cold Day In December

2010-01-10T18:14:00.000-08:00

A cold day in December
Ice on the ground
Snow covers skeletal trees
Wind picks up a speed
blow wherever it please

Hands on the windowpane
Fingernails scribbling your name
On a frozen sheet of glass

And you out there
In the cold looking up.
Snowflakes on your face
Head position to the right,
motioning me to come outside

Observing your lips
I read the words
“ I love you!”
from the mouth
My heart is warm
And I come out
I come out to taste
Your wine chill lips

Touch And Let Go

2010-01-05T21:46:00.000-08:00

Sapphire blue
moving between us two
Wrapped in your cradle
stealing from your owner;
ur soft stencil lips

Hands grip to your hip
Bodies gently touching
swaying like rock a bye babies
To the rhythm of moving water
Lips pressing, tongue launching
into warm waiting mouth.

Waves stirring atop Irish spring
aromatic fresh blue water.
Men by the shore beating drums
Calling for love to come down

Wrapped in your cradle
Swaying like rock a bye babies
Wet tongue kissing,bodies dancing
to the melody of the drums
And I know,this is a one time fun

A touch and let go
Tomorrow you’ll be gone
And the sea will whisper our secret
in a language known not to humans
And forever we’ll remember
This day of touch and let go

Craving

2010-01-01T17:38:00.000-08:00

Observing you from afar
My mind ventures,
Aesthetic thoughts.
Body ripens;
Season sweet pine.
Over time yellow,
Soft and ready.
Built in flavour savour,
Relishing my own essence.
Intense thinking
Thoughts a new
Of what I’d like to do
And wanting
But not now
Still fantasying
Taking it slow.
Refusing to move
Longer I wait,
more I savour.
Sautee meat,
Triggering bone
To sip the juice.
Holding the sap,
on my tongue
Wanting to spill
To squeeze in your mouth
My tongue

AND WANTING.

Wanting
Is my secret craving

A Rose

2009-12-29T16:52:00.000-08:00

A woman’s soul is a delicate rose

That cries out for love

Close intimacy to keep breathing

Happy thoughts to keep believing

A scent of essence in the bed

Wake up in the morning new day ahead

A soul when it is touched, caress

When hands have contact the body for sex

The soul grows into a precious flower

Petals brightens the manicure garden

The watering hose pours more love

To the soaring, aromatic dove

of a flower. A baby rose fed and grow

thru love from the soul

My Lips

2009-11-07T17:50:00.000-08:00

My lips are red
Flushed and swell
Larger hospitable
soft and comfortable

Aroused
Conscious
Gorgeous

Glossy,
Shiny
And moist
A plunge of the tongue
Exchange of saliva
Intercourse