Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 12:49pm
5th Mar 2020 12:49pm
STRENGTHENING THE BOND
The distance between us
is an elastic band,
ready and able to
contract and expand.
At times it can stretch
to the utmost extreme,
requiring such energy
with no where to lean.
One side gets hooked,
unable to release
from the rising tensions
which forever increase
the need for readjustment,
for give and take
it’s lack of awareness
which leads to a break.
An observant eye is
kept on our connection,
making sure to detect
any slight imperfection.
Together hooking up
to create the slack, ...
is an elastic band,
ready and able to
contract and expand.
At times it can stretch
to the utmost extreme,
requiring such energy
with no where to lean.
One side gets hooked,
unable to release
from the rising tensions
which forever increase
the need for readjustment,
for give and take
it’s lack of awareness
which leads to a break.
An observant eye is
kept on our connection,
making sure to detect
any slight imperfection.
Together hooking up
to create the slack, ...
#relationships
#family
#friendship
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 2:07pm
4th Mar 2020 2:07pm
UNSEEN
The casing eroded
through abuse and neglect,
resulting in an exposure
of the unseen.
As if by chance,
the inevitable lack
of attention produced
a grotesque reality
with the ability
to induce hysteria.
Walking the streets
discarding excrement
in a shower of steam,
somehow still able to
function in a state
of such decay.
Until one day
the tiniest bird rested
in unkept hair, nested
in such a way, you could
hardly tell it was there.
Morganpoet
through abuse and neglect,
resulting in an exposure
of the unseen.
As if by chance,
the inevitable lack
of attention produced
a grotesque reality
with the ability
to induce hysteria.
Walking the streets
discarding excrement
in a shower of steam,
somehow still able to
function in a state
of such decay.
Until one day
the tiniest bird rested
in unkept hair, nested
in such a way, you could
hardly tell it was there.
Morganpoet
#homelessness
#ignorance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 2:12am
4th Mar 2020 2:12am
THE PROCESS
Opportunity called past one day
determined to be heard,
knocking hard on the door
at the rising of the sun.
Sabotage hid in ambush,
just behind the coat rack
waiting patiently for
an opening.
Hesitation argued heatedly
with Anticipation, both
overwhelmed by Anxiety,
until Determination finally
woke up, quite startled
by the disarray.
Finding Awareness in the shower
Enthusiasm dressed for the
occasion, accompanied by
Initiative they went to meet
the persistent knock.
Organization...
determined to be heard,
knocking hard on the door
at the rising of the sun.
Sabotage hid in ambush,
just behind the coat rack
waiting patiently for
an opening.
Hesitation argued heatedly
with Anticipation, both
overwhelmed by Anxiety,
until Determination finally
woke up, quite startled
by the disarray.
Finding Awareness in the shower
Enthusiasm dressed for the
occasion, accompanied by
Initiative they went to meet
the persistent knock.
Organization...
#motivational
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 1:21am
4th Mar 2020 1:21am
JUST SAY IT
Written words unspoken,
what is their use?
I find things hard to say,
when I talk something gets
in the way of my flow of thought.
But,
give me some paper,
put a pen in my hand,
give me some time
to think and understand
what I really mean.
My feelings take on
a poetic form,
blow through my mind
just like a storm
and clear the air.
I rhyme for pages
as I explore,
slowly comprehend
a little bit more
as I let it flow.
Until
One day I find ...
what is their use?
I find things hard to say,
when I talk something gets
in the way of my flow of thought.
But,
give me some paper,
put a pen in my hand,
give me some time
to think and understand
what I really mean.
My feelings take on
a poetic form,
blow through my mind
just like a storm
and clear the air.
I rhyme for pages
as I explore,
slowly comprehend
a little bit more
as I let it flow.
Until
One day I find ...
#emotions
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 11:32pm
1st Mar 2020 11:32pm
SHINE THE LIGHT
It was dark inside the room
where they chose to meet,
there was so much space,
yet only one seat.
Each one entered slowly,
took his place against the wall,
awaiting the ones who
would walk down the hall.
In single file a circle
they will form,
at it’s centre a light,
radiant and warm
will appear,
it will dance,
until it strikes
like a lance
on the head
of the one, who it is said,
is to “Shine the light”,
who has been selected
to bring insight.
He did not think
it...
where they chose to meet,
there was so much space,
yet only one seat.
Each one entered slowly,
took his place against the wall,
awaiting the ones who
would walk down the hall.
In single file a circle
they will form,
at it’s centre a light,
radiant and warm
will appear,
it will dance,
until it strikes
like a lance
on the head
of the one, who it is said,
is to “Shine the light”,
who has been selected
to bring insight.
He did not think
it...
#philosophical
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 1:34pm
1st Mar 2020 1:34pm
REGAIN YOUR SIGHT
It's state of mind
that makes it clear,
or blurs the vision
creating anxious fear.
It's choosing thoughts
which can override
the ones which make
us want to hide.
It's reaching out
to a caring friend
who understands the
message and can send
You strength when life
takes another turn
to show you what
you need to learn.
So find what it is
that shifts your state,
take the time
to communicate
With the ones you love
when you're not right,
let them help you ...
that makes it clear,
or blurs the vision
creating anxious fear.
It's choosing thoughts
which can override
the ones which make
us want to hide.
It's reaching out
to a caring friend
who understands the
message and can send
You strength when life
takes another turn
to show you what
you need to learn.
So find what it is
that shifts your state,
take the time
to communicate
With the ones you love
when you're not right,
let them help you ...
#strength
#relationships
#motivational #support
#motivational #support
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 1:19pm
1st Mar 2020 1:19pm
JUST THREE WORDS
Did you see them
by the fire
gazing at the
flickering flame,
did you notice
they were silent
until the sun
light came?
Did you observe
the stone table,
did you see the
open book?
Do you know if
there will ever
be a time when
you can look
Through all those
ink etched pages,
read the chronicle
through time,
know the stories
of the ancestors,
to bring into
modern rhyme?
Go deep within
the forest,
follow the path
along the ridge,
tread...
by the fire
gazing at the
flickering flame,
did you notice
they were silent
until the sun
light came?
Did you observe
the stone table,
did you see the
open book?
Do you know if
there will ever
be a time when
you can look
Through all those
ink etched pages,
read the chronicle
through time,
know the stories
of the ancestors,
to bring into
modern rhyme?
Go deep within
the forest,
follow the path
along the ridge,
tread...
#inspirational
#learning
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3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 5:33am
1st Mar 2020 5:33am
PRESERVE THE RHYME
My thoughts are captured
I know it’s time
to let my friends
into my rhyme,
to close my eyes
see what’s in store
a wondrous world
for me to explore,
just letting my
pen flow in my hand
as I journey through
this creative land.
I spot her there
beside the tree,
her long back hair
another me.
She’s standing silent
then walks away,
I don’t quite hear
what she had to say,
just the "come on" as
she opened the gate,
there was something
important to...
I know it’s time
to let my friends
into my rhyme,
to close my eyes
see what’s in store
a wondrous world
for me to explore,
just letting my
pen flow in my hand
as I journey through
this creative land.
I spot her there
beside the tree,
her long back hair
another me.
She’s standing silent
then walks away,
I don’t quite hear
what she had to say,
just the "come on" as
she opened the gate,
there was something
important to...
#rhyming
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 5:16am
1st Mar 2020 5:16am
ALL THAT IS...
The stranger travelled
in the moonlight,
the air was fresh,
the sky was clear,
the dream he had
was now a distant
compass by which
he must steer.
His breath was deep
his feet were planted
as every footstep
touched the ground,
his eyes looked
at the path before him,
his ears heard
every single sound.
It was as if
there was a oneness,
he was just part
of all that is,
enveloped by the
darkening forest
shining a light
that was his.
A soft warm glowing ...
in the moonlight,
the air was fresh,
the sky was clear,
the dream he had
was now a distant
compass by which
he must steer.
His breath was deep
his feet were planted
as every footstep
touched the ground,
his eyes looked
at the path before him,
his ears heard
every single sound.
It was as if
there was a oneness,
he was just part
of all that is,
enveloped by the
darkening forest
shining a light
that was his.
A soft warm glowing ...
#acceptance
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Feb 2020 11:29am
29th Feb 2020 11:29am
THE SAYING
As the morning light
first touched the sky,
on the grassy mound
watching eagles fly,
she sat in reflection
still in-between,
processing all she
had heard and seen.
The table was set
with the empty chair,
the opened book waiting
for here to be there.
The food was prepared,
music was playing,
all was ready for the
time of “The Saying”.
He found her sitting on the mound
her head resting in her hand,
“I'm glad you came this way,
I need help to understand”.
Handing her a feather cloak ...
first touched the sky,
on the grassy mound
watching eagles fly,
she sat in reflection
still in-between,
processing all she
had heard and seen.
The table was set
with the empty chair,
the opened book waiting
for here to be there.
The food was prepared,
music was playing,
all was ready for the
time of “The Saying”.
He found her sitting on the mound
her head resting in her hand,
“I'm glad you came this way,
I need help to understand”.
Handing her a feather cloak ...
#LifeCycle
#responsibility
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0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Feb 2020 6:53am
29th Feb 2020 6:53am
CLOSE AT HAND
As I follow the guidelines
which flow through my hand,
rereading the verses
helps me to understand.
As I seek out the sign post
at each crossroad I reach,
I find close at hand
the one who will teach
A new way of seeing,
bringing forth a view,
revealing what is
the best thing to do
at the present moment,
with what’s on the plate,
trusting silent knowing
to help me create
a story which flows from
the mountains to the sea,
in the mean time
letting go, letting be.
...
which flow through my hand,
rereading the verses
helps me to understand.
As I seek out the sign post
at each crossroad I reach,
I find close at hand
the one who will teach
A new way of seeing,
bringing forth a view,
revealing what is
the best thing to do
at the present moment,
with what’s on the plate,
trusting silent knowing
to help me create
a story which flows from
the mountains to the sea,
in the mean time
letting go, letting be.
...
#learning
#support
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2020 2:28am
29th Feb 2020 2:28am
I AM !
I am the darkness,
I am the night
I am the daytime,
I am the light.
I am the laughter,
I am the tears,
I am the dreams,
I am the fears.
I am the many,
I am the one,
I am the moon,
I am the sun.
I am the start,
I am the end,
I am the enemy,
I am the friend.
I am the water,
I am the land,
I am the finger,
I am the hand.
I am the wind,
I am the rain,
I am always changing,
I am never the same.
Morganpoet
I am the night
I am the daytime,
I am the light.
I am the laughter,
I am the tears,
I am the dreams,
I am the fears.
I am the many,
I am the one,
I am the moon,
I am the sun.
I am the start,
I am the end,
I am the enemy,
I am the friend.
I am the water,
I am the land,
I am the finger,
I am the hand.
I am the wind,
I am the rain,
I am always changing,
I am never the same.
Morganpoet
#SelfReflection
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