Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
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
485 reads
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
476 reads
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
460 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2020 3:11pm
7th May 2020 3:11pm
A SENSE OF PLACE
Walking together sharing this land,
helping other people to understand
the life and culture of traditional times,
I research information, turn it into rhymes.
I’m trying hard
to bridge the gap,
gather the data
for a new map.
There’s such a need
for education,
understanding may bring
reconciliation.
For knowledge is power
to be cherished with care,
respect must be shown
some things we won’t share.
So many energies can
be contained in one space,
it’s important to tap into
this sense of...
helping other people to understand
the life and culture of traditional times,
I research information, turn it into rhymes.
I’m trying hard
to bridge the gap,
gather the data
for a new map.
There’s such a need
for education,
understanding may bring
reconciliation.
For knowledge is power
to be cherished with care,
respect must be shown
some things we won’t share.
So many energies can
be contained in one space,
it’s important to tap into
this sense of...
#learning
#culture
#healing
355 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2020 3:42pm
6th May 2020 3:42pm
THE ROCKY ROAD
This is a visual poem
#travel
761 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2020 3:03pm
6th May 2020 3:03pm
ESCARPMENT
Climbing the pass
the scent of freshly
burnt brake pads
mingles with the
coastal breeze.
Walking into the
glassed faces of
controlled yet
rapid descent.
The deceleration
of the unending
parade of travellers
echoes across the valley.
Morganpoet
the scent of freshly
burnt brake pads
mingles with the
coastal breeze.
Walking into the
glassed faces of
controlled yet
rapid descent.
The deceleration
of the unending
parade of travellers
echoes across the valley.
Morganpoet
#travel
362 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2020 2:58pm
5th May 2020 2:58pm
DEPTHS OF COMPREHENSION
Understanding on other
levels than the surface,
the superficial.
Ignoring, avoiding
the blocks, barriers,
plunging into the
outgoing tide of
emotion.
Being submerged in
a sea of bottomless
depth, free to probe.
The surface becomes known,
common depths are
investigated, only to the
varying extents, demanded
upon by needs, until
out of the blue,
taken below,
drawn down
to a totally different
perspective.
New insight changes,
effects all previous
perception. ...
levels than the surface,
the superficial.
Ignoring, avoiding
the blocks, barriers,
plunging into the
outgoing tide of
emotion.
Being submerged in
a sea of bottomless
depth, free to probe.
The surface becomes known,
common depths are
investigated, only to the
varying extents, demanded
upon by needs, until
out of the blue,
taken below,
drawn down
to a totally different
perspective.
New insight changes,
effects all previous
perception. ...
#learning
330 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2020 2:37pm
5th May 2020 2:37pm
WHOLE
There’s something I feel
when I look into your eyes
that touches me
deep in my soul.
A knowing, a sharing
a connection so caring,
an energy that makes
me feel whole.
Morganpoet
when I look into your eyes
that touches me
deep in my soul.
A knowing, a sharing
a connection so caring,
an energy that makes
me feel whole.
Morganpoet
#love
296 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 4:54pm
26th Apr 2020 4:54pm
IT'S UP TO YOU
Stop and look
life's like a book
waiting for you to read,
so many words
need to be heard
if you ever hope to succeed.
Turn the page
to another stage
absorb what it has to say,
it's up to you
what you do
each and every day.
Morganpoet
life's like a book
waiting for you to read,
so many words
need to be heard
if you ever hope to succeed.
Turn the page
to another stage
absorb what it has to say,
it's up to you
what you do
each and every day.
Morganpoet
#learning
375 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2020 7:41am
22nd Apr 2020 7:41am
SURRENDER
You hear the words,
but do you listen?
You see the signs,
but do you read?
You know the way,
but still you wander.
You get your wants,
forget your needs.
Then in the early morning lightness
when you wake still half asleep,
unwanted thoughts bombard your mind,
you try to decide which ones to keep.
You hear the stillness
in the silence.
You taste the freshness
in the air.
You close your eyes,
go back to dream time,
you know the answer's
there somewhere.
Then...
but do you listen?
You see the signs,
but do you read?
You know the way,
but still you wander.
You get your wants,
forget your needs.
Then in the early morning lightness
when you wake still half asleep,
unwanted thoughts bombard your mind,
you try to decide which ones to keep.
You hear the stillness
in the silence.
You taste the freshness
in the air.
You close your eyes,
go back to dream time,
you know the answer's
there somewhere.
Then...
#dreams
#MentalHealth
415 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2020 7:22am
22nd Apr 2020 7:22am
BELONGING TO THIS SPACE
Going back in time, to Warrane, Sydney Cove,
standing with the Eora watching ships unload,
seeing the white man again stake claim,
to something not his, by changing its name.
Within a few days it was obvious to see,
Terra Nullius was false, the land wasn't free.
Still Phillip had plans, a type of assimilation,
an exchange of learning, to be the foundation.
So he made Tubowgule the point of Bennelong,
no longer was heard the ceremonial song
of the water's edge, Smallpox took hold,
spreading through tribes like the common cold. ...
standing with the Eora watching ships unload,
seeing the white man again stake claim,
to something not his, by changing its name.
Within a few days it was obvious to see,
Terra Nullius was false, the land wasn't free.
Still Phillip had plans, a type of assimilation,
an exchange of learning, to be the foundation.
So he made Tubowgule the point of Bennelong,
no longer was heard the ceremonial song
of the water's edge, Smallpox took hold,
spreading through tribes like the common cold. ...
#HumanRights
#culture
324 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 4:34pm
21st Apr 2020 4:34pm
NECESSARY GRAMMAR
Find it when it appears,
when eyes become ears,
words on a page try to
engage your mind in
a way not expected.
Ready for rhyme
to be detected and
rhythm to flow
telling your brain
you know that
this is a poem,
so let your mind
roam as it journeys
along to be stopped
by necessary grammar.
Morganpoet
when eyes become ears,
words on a page try to
engage your mind in
a way not expected.
Ready for rhyme
to be detected and
rhythm to flow
telling your brain
you know that
this is a poem,
so let your mind
roam as it journeys
along to be stopped
by necessary grammar.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
288 reads
1 Comment
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