Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2024 11:34am
2nd Aug 2024 11:34am
LOVED ONES REJOICING
There’s a house in a forest
where the echoes reside,
all the lost memories
go there to hide
from the present reality
which sends them away
into the depths of unknowing
until they come out to play
in the bright light of
dreaming, vivid and strong,
with laughter and singing
of a never ending song.
Some may just hear
an instrumental tune,
those who listen deeply
will very soon
hear the words weaving
in and out of each note,
like rhythmic waves lapping
at the edge of a boat.
Then they’ll hear the...
where the echoes reside,
all the lost memories
go there to hide
from the present reality
which sends them away
into the depths of unknowing
until they come out to play
in the bright light of
dreaming, vivid and strong,
with laughter and singing
of a never ending song.
Some may just hear
an instrumental tune,
those who listen deeply
will very soon
hear the words weaving
in and out of each note,
like rhythmic waves lapping
at the edge of a boat.
Then they’ll hear the...
#happiness
#memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2024 10:36am
7th Jan 2024 10:36am
ENCODED
I lost some time
the other day,
at first I thought
I’d put it away,
but when I looked
it wasn’t there,
in the drawer or
under the chair.
I was so sure
that I would find
where it was hiding
deep in my mind,
maybe I’d encoded
it while I was asleep
within a dream where
it could keep itself
until the day
when it was really
needed so I could
stay in the present,
not there or when
I know that I will
find it then.
Morganpoet
the other day,
at first I thought
I’d put it away,
but when I looked
it wasn’t there,
in the drawer or
under the chair.
I was so sure
that I would find
where it was hiding
deep in my mind,
maybe I’d encoded
it while I was asleep
within a dream where
it could keep itself
until the day
when it was really
needed so I could
stay in the present,
not there or when
I know that I will
find it then.
Morganpoet
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2024 10:32am
7th Jan 2024 10:32am
THE AFTERMATH
So down the slippery slope I slid,
becoming an open jar
without a lid,
exposed to being
left undone,
like a plant in
desperate need of sun,
or an engine running
until all the fuel is gone,
a brightly lit globe
now only dimly shone.
But alas I found
my own way out,
it took a while
to dispel the doubt
that comes when
confusion is about,
until awareness finds
its way through the
haze to shine
it’s brightness onto
the healing path,
realising the aftermath
isn’t always all bad, ...
becoming an open jar
without a lid,
exposed to being
left undone,
like a plant in
desperate need of sun,
or an engine running
until all the fuel is gone,
a brightly lit globe
now only dimly shone.
But alas I found
my own way out,
it took a while
to dispel the doubt
that comes when
confusion is about,
until awareness finds
its way through the
haze to shine
it’s brightness onto
the healing path,
realising the aftermath
isn’t always all bad, ...
#strength
#courage
#family
#memories
#healing
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2023 7:41am
29th Jan 2023 7:41am
THE PATH
Shall I just
make the story
all up as I go,
piecing together
the bits that
I know
with the things
I learn,
or
should I
concern myself
with what is
proven and true?
Taking poems and
myths to weave
something new
together in a
way that brings
insight, into my
journey and possibly
the plight of
others who follow
the path I take,
who instead of
being asleep
choose to wake
up and ask the
questions we all
do, about where
we come from and ...
make the story
all up as I go,
piecing together
the bits that
I know
with the things
I learn,
or
should I
concern myself
with what is
proven and true?
Taking poems and
myths to weave
something new
together in a
way that brings
insight, into my
journey and possibly
the plight of
others who follow
the path I take,
who instead of
being asleep
choose to wake
up and ask the
questions we all
do, about where
we come from and ...
#family
#identity
#learning
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2023 7:32am
29th Jan 2023 7:32am
POUNDING LINGERS
Just as the ocean’s
mighty distant roar
is heard for miles
inland from the shore,
the beating of drums
from the mountain tops
is carried on the breeze
until it stops
In the space where
its’ pounding lingers,
repeats itself upon
moving fingers
of one who’s waiting
enclosed by four walls,
being each wave as
it rises and falls.
Morganpoet
mighty distant roar
is heard for miles
inland from the shore,
the beating of drums
from the mountain tops
is carried on the breeze
until it stops
In the space where
its’ pounding lingers,
repeats itself upon
moving fingers
of one who’s waiting
enclosed by four walls,
being each wave as
it rises and falls.
Morganpoet
#sea
#meditation
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2021 12:12pm
2nd Nov 2021 12:12pm
JUST SOME WORDS
Just some words
that you read,
just some word
someone said,
just some words
stuck in your head.
Those same words
can have such power,
like a bud before
the flower,
or a signal
from a tower.
So choose the words
whenever you can,
decide which flames
are best to fan,
listen to your
trusted clan.
Morganpoet
that you read,
just some word
someone said,
just some words
stuck in your head.
Those same words
can have such power,
like a bud before
the flower,
or a signal
from a tower.
So choose the words
whenever you can,
decide which flames
are best to fan,
listen to your
trusted clan.
Morganpoet
#PowerOfWords
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2021 12:09pm
2nd Nov 2021 12:09pm
THE SILENT STILLNESS
Early in the morning
when the sky
is still asleep,
thoughts which float
into your mind can
probe very deep.
So you watch them,
see their patterns as they
circle through the scenes,
you try not to hold on
to them, or work out
what each ones means.
You just be inside
your body, feel which
parts are a bit tight,
with your eyes closed
you breathe deeply, to
awaken inner sight.
As you begin to feel
the lightness of muscles
no longer flexed,
you will notice little ...
when the sky
is still asleep,
thoughts which float
into your mind can
probe very deep.
So you watch them,
see their patterns as they
circle through the scenes,
you try not to hold on
to them, or work out
what each ones means.
You just be inside
your body, feel which
parts are a bit tight,
with your eyes closed
you breathe deeply, to
awaken inner sight.
As you begin to feel
the lightness of muscles
no longer flexed,
you will notice little ...
#MentalHealth
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 2:54pm
5th Jun 2020 2:54pm
DIRECTIONS
A shaft of brightness
came through a crack,
specks of dusk
were taken aback,
some of them
retreating into
the dark, one
growing into
a glowing spark,
coming alive
before the eyes
of the stranger,
who now hypnotised,
followed the bright,
blue dancing light.
Gone without
a trace,
from the craggy
cliff emerged
a face, with
simple mouth,
well defined chin,
the deepest eyes
which drew in
all of the
surrounding light,
instantly turning
day into...
came through a crack,
specks of dusk
were taken aback,
some of them
retreating into
the dark, one
growing into
a glowing spark,
coming alive
before the eyes
of the stranger,
who now hypnotised,
followed the bright,
blue dancing light.
Gone without
a trace,
from the craggy
cliff emerged
a face, with
simple mouth,
well defined chin,
the deepest eyes
which drew in
all of the
surrounding light,
instantly turning
day into...
#narrative
#dialogue
#learning
772 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 3:44pm
1st Jun 2020 3:44pm
TOGETHER
Together, happy
in the sky.
Together, travelling
up so high,
now in a time
where souls are free,
flying together
forever they'll be.
So look to the sky
see their smiling faces,
imagine all the
different places
they now see,
imagine how they
want you to be.
Together, happy,
on the earth, in the sky.
Together, travelling
on the ground, up high
now is a time
to set souls free
flying together
we'll always be.
Morganpoet
in the sky.
Together, travelling
up so high,
now in a time
where souls are free,
flying together
forever they'll be.
So look to the sky
see their smiling faces,
imagine all the
different places
they now see,
imagine how they
want you to be.
Together, happy,
on the earth, in the sky.
Together, travelling
on the ground, up high
now is a time
to set souls free
flying together
we'll always be.
Morganpoet
#grief
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2020 1:21pm
19th May 2020 1:21pm
THE DOG LEGS
For years I’ve been
putting my thoughts
in their place,
still at times
they can race,
taking me spaces
I don’t want to
go, retracing
the facts which
I already
comprehend.
Like a car speeding
up on the straight
until it hits
the bend,
without properly
functioning brakes
it takes all
my energy to
maneuver through
the dog legs,
until things
slow themselves
down.
Morganpoet
putting my thoughts
in their place,
still at times
they can race,
taking me spaces
I don’t want to
go, retracing
the facts which
I already
comprehend.
Like a car speeding
up on the straight
until it hits
the bend,
without properly
functioning brakes
it takes all
my energy to
maneuver through
the dog legs,
until things
slow themselves
down.
Morganpoet
#MentalHealth
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
12th May 2020 2:05pm
12th May 2020 2:05pm
REIGNITE
An unknown known,
a flickering light,
caught at the edge
of peripheral sight.
Crossing the path of
a wandering Bard,
she couldn't easily
discard a connection
to the ancient land,
with verse's easy to
understand, a fellow
traveller trying to
reignite what our
ancestors practised,
ones who write
rhyming lines
about important things,
so all can gain from the
knowledge one brings.
Morganpoet
a flickering light,
caught at the edge
of peripheral sight.
Crossing the path of
a wandering Bard,
she couldn't easily
discard a connection
to the ancient land,
with verse's easy to
understand, a fellow
traveller trying to
reignite what our
ancestors practised,
ones who write
rhyming lines
about important things,
so all can gain from the
knowledge one brings.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
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STORY POEM
Published
10th May 2020 3:01pm
10th May 2020 3:01pm
THE MELODY
Sliding down a slope
slippery with mud,
grasping tree trunks
landing with a thud
on a gravel surface
without any pain,
jumping straight
back up again
to follow a stallion
across an open field,
tripping on an
upturned shield,
stumbling before
stopping on the edge
of a very fragile
ledge of rock,
where a ticking
clock could be
heard, creating
the beat for
a passing bird
to accompany
with a melody,
which echoed across
the open sea.
Morganpoet
slippery with mud,
grasping tree trunks
landing with a thud
on a gravel surface
without any pain,
jumping straight
back up again
to follow a stallion
across an open field,
tripping on an
upturned shield,
stumbling before
stopping on the edge
of a very fragile
ledge of rock,
where a ticking
clock could be
heard, creating
the beat for
a passing bird
to accompany
with a melody,
which echoed across
the open sea.
Morganpoet
#dreams
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