Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2020 1:02pm
28th Feb 2020 1:02pm
KINGFISHER MAN
Kingfisher man
building his nest
taking the time
to be still and rest,
gathering information
to enable him to see
the strength he can access
through his family tree,
knowing the branches
which are stable and strong,
finding the space
to grow and belong.
When kingfisher man
is ready to fly,
his branch will hold
his nest close by,
creating a binding
spiritual tie,
providing the will,
the reason to try
to be the best
he can be,
knowing his place
on his ancestral tree.
...
building his nest
taking the time
to be still and rest,
gathering information
to enable him to see
the strength he can access
through his family tree,
knowing the branches
which are stable and strong,
finding the space
to grow and belong.
When kingfisher man
is ready to fly,
his branch will hold
his nest close by,
creating a binding
spiritual tie,
providing the will,
the reason to try
to be the best
he can be,
knowing his place
on his ancestral tree.
...
#family
#spiritual
#humankind
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2020 12:45pm
28th Feb 2020 12:45pm
TAKE MY HAND
I can tell you
what's real to me,
I can tell you
what it is I see,
it may be hard for
you to understand,
just believe in me
as you take my hand.
There's a power in
the bond we share,
there are so many
reasons why we care,
it may seem strange,
even quite unreal,
just have faith
in what you feel.
Listen to the sounds
the silence holds,
be aware as knowledge
starts to unfold,
just sit back, let
it come to you,
don't worry about
what you have to do.
For each of...
what's real to me,
I can tell you
what it is I see,
it may be hard for
you to understand,
just believe in me
as you take my hand.
There's a power in
the bond we share,
there are so many
reasons why we care,
it may seem strange,
even quite unreal,
just have faith
in what you feel.
Listen to the sounds
the silence holds,
be aware as knowledge
starts to unfold,
just sit back, let
it come to you,
don't worry about
what you have to do.
For each of...
#relationships
#family
#friendship
360 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 7:48am
27th Feb 2020 7:48am
DIVERSE AND WILD
Once there was a forest
diverse and wild,
it was watched over
by a little child.
He fell from the sky
into the canopy,
was taught by the trees
to be wise and free.
They told him man
has a power so great,
with amazing ability
to destroy and create.
They warned him about
all the harmful things,
which into the forest
man often brings.
The child grew older
began walking the ground,
learning everything he could
about the species he found.
One day in the distance ...
diverse and wild,
it was watched over
by a little child.
He fell from the sky
into the canopy,
was taught by the trees
to be wise and free.
They told him man
has a power so great,
with amazing ability
to destroy and create.
They warned him about
all the harmful things,
which into the forest
man often brings.
The child grew older
began walking the ground,
learning everything he could
about the species he found.
One day in the distance ...
#forest
#trees
#environment
#evolution
#ignorance
388 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 7:38am
27th Feb 2020 7:38am
WHERE ANCESTORS ROAM
Generations have been born
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of the
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.
Morganpoet
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of the
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.
Morganpoet
#identity
#home
#culture
478 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2020 10:02pm
26th Feb 2020 10:02pm
COEXISTENCE
I’ll care about you
if you care about me,
I’ll help you look
if you help me see.
I’ll listen to you
if you tell me your fears,
I’ll be your shoulder
if you dry my tears.
I’ll open the door
if you come inside,
I’ll show you more
if you don’t hide.
I’ll give to you
all you give to me,
together we create
our own reality.
Where naturally we
collaborate,
for each other we
compensate,
supporting each other
unconditionally,
learning and growing,
independently.
It goes unsaid...
if you care about me,
I’ll help you look
if you help me see.
I’ll listen to you
if you tell me your fears,
I’ll be your shoulder
if you dry my tears.
I’ll open the door
if you come inside,
I’ll show you more
if you don’t hide.
I’ll give to you
all you give to me,
together we create
our own reality.
Where naturally we
collaborate,
for each other we
compensate,
supporting each other
unconditionally,
learning and growing,
independently.
It goes unsaid...
#relationships
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#support
#responsibility
416 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2020 8:21am
26th Feb 2020 8:21am
FOR ALL TO SEE
A sigh escaped
from a sheltered cave,
drowned out by the sound
of an incoming wave.
It sneaked past a group
of gathered men,
was caught in a
swaying treetop when
an echo travelled
across the ridge,
vibrated dangling ropes
crossing the bridge.
It was stopped by a shout
from the top of a hill,
a shattering screech,
everything was still,
when a whisper was heard
from behind a car
suggesting rumblings,
a repertoire!
A squawk, a squeal,
a croak, a tweet,
a hacking cough,
approaching...
from a sheltered cave,
drowned out by the sound
of an incoming wave.
It sneaked past a group
of gathered men,
was caught in a
swaying treetop when
an echo travelled
across the ridge,
vibrated dangling ropes
crossing the bridge.
It was stopped by a shout
from the top of a hill,
a shattering screech,
everything was still,
when a whisper was heard
from behind a car
suggesting rumblings,
a repertoire!
A squawk, a squeal,
a croak, a tweet,
a hacking cough,
approaching...
#motivational
#peace
#freedom
379 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Feb 2020 6:15am
26th Feb 2020 6:15am
CALLING THE HAWK
Loud blow the trumpets,
silenced is the talk,
as everyone watches
the gliding hawk
enter the valley
to land on the head,
of the one now to lead
the many unled.
Then came drumming
the beating of bones,
pure expression of
mingling tones,
sounds and voices
enclosed within the
steep, sloping mounds
of the collective kin.
The silence returns,
…..everyone waits
for the coming of the
Keeper of the Gates,
to enter the circle,
extinguish the flame,
while chanting the
Hawk's...
silenced is the talk,
as everyone watches
the gliding hawk
enter the valley
to land on the head,
of the one now to lead
the many unled.
Then came drumming
the beating of bones,
pure expression of
mingling tones,
sounds and voices
enclosed within the
steep, sloping mounds
of the collective kin.
The silence returns,
…..everyone waits
for the coming of the
Keeper of the Gates,
to enter the circle,
extinguish the flame,
while chanting the
Hawk's...
#mythology
#philosophical
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2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 1:01pm
25th Feb 2020 1:01pm
ONE AND THE SAME
The Blessed, they
stood at the edge
of the tracks,
with nothing but
wind and trees
at theirs backs.
“Which way will
you go, which
path will you take,
who will you
consult before the
decision you make?”
She stood at the
stone where the
pathways divide,
looking at those
who stood by
her side.
“Which way will
I go?”, she asked
their advice,
“Go with your
instinct, no need
to think twice.”
Taking steps
forward she could
feel that...
stood at the edge
of the tracks,
with nothing but
wind and trees
at theirs backs.
“Which way will
you go, which
path will you take,
who will you
consult before the
decision you make?”
She stood at the
stone where the
pathways divide,
looking at those
who stood by
her side.
“Which way will
I go?”, she asked
their advice,
“Go with your
instinct, no need
to think twice.”
Taking steps
forward she could
feel that...
#faith
#spiritual
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4 Comments
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