Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
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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1 Comment
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
102 reads
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
327 reads
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
226 reads
2 Comments
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
664 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
366 reads
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
330 reads
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
343 reads
2 Comments
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
331 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2020 2:19pm
10th May 2020 2:19pm
TARGET AUDIENCE
Don't let yourself
be mystified
by the intellectually
stupefied,
the ones conditioned
to play the game
of making sure
someone else
is to blame.
Facts and statistics
they juxtapose,
in such a way as
to target those
who think an
eloquent speaker
knows better,
especially when
quoting from an
official letter,
or delivering a
speech written
by a team,
having no idea
what it may mean
to those who fit
the criteria
dictated.
The aim is to...
be mystified
by the intellectually
stupefied,
the ones conditioned
to play the game
of making sure
someone else
is to blame.
Facts and statistics
they juxtapose,
in such a way as
to target those
who think an
eloquent speaker
knows better,
especially when
quoting from an
official letter,
or delivering a
speech written
by a team,
having no idea
what it may mean
to those who fit
the criteria
dictated.
The aim is to...
#learning
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2020 3:07pm
9th May 2020 3:07pm
BEHIND YOUR EYES
Behind your eyes
is the place
you can always see
your mother’s face.
When the time comes
for a mother to die
she keeps watch over
her children from the sky.
If you are a child
with a mother not here
take a few moments
to feel her presence near.
Close your eyes,
see her face,
feel her arms
warmly embrace
you and know,
a mother’s love
can never go,
it’s inside you,
lives in your heart.
So a mother and child
never truly part.
Morganpoet
is the place
you can always see
your mother’s face.
When the time comes
for a mother to die
she keeps watch over
her children from the sky.
If you are a child
with a mother not here
take a few moments
to feel her presence near.
Close your eyes,
see her face,
feel her arms
warmly embrace
you and know,
a mother’s love
can never go,
it’s inside you,
lives in your heart.
So a mother and child
never truly part.
Morganpoet
#mother
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2020 9:14am
9th May 2020 9:14am
TAKE NO NOTICE
It was 250 years ago
Cook arrived at Botany Bay,
thanks to Covid-19 no one
celebrated the day.
No stupid ceremonial
event held at La Perouse
instead, the fight continues
to prevent a cruise
boat terminal
being built,
adding to the
contaminated silt,
in a place already
degraded, by those
who continue to
disregard the invaded.
Morganpoet
Cook arrived at Botany Bay,
thanks to Covid-19 no one
celebrated the day.
No stupid ceremonial
event held at La Perouse
instead, the fight continues
to prevent a cruise
boat terminal
being built,
adding to the
contaminated silt,
in a place already
degraded, by those
who continue to
disregard the invaded.
Morganpoet
#environment
#HumanRights
#historical
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1 Comment
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