Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 10:00am
21st Apr 2020 10:00am
SUGGESTIONS
Slowly the lingering went
under the darkening shade,
gently touching the brightly
glowing signposts, opening,
enveloping the quietness,
surrounding, resonating
tones so subtle, yet
invoking a connection
of knowingness, where
nothing is with everything,
safely tucked away.
Morganpoet
under the darkening shade,
gently touching the brightly
glowing signposts, opening,
enveloping the quietness,
surrounding, resonating
tones so subtle, yet
invoking a connection
of knowingness, where
nothing is with everything,
safely tucked away.
Morganpoet
#learning
288 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 3:12am
21st Apr 2020 3:12am
WAY BACK THEN
A soft, echoing, rumbling,
water splashing and tumbling,
while so many were slumbering.
Footsteps pounding a gravel road,
carrying such a heavy load,
looking for where it can be stowed.
Hawks flying, high in the blue sky,
hounds stand waiting to hear the cry,
unknown victims ready to die.
Hear galloping hooves descending,
mounted by armed men transcending,
innocent people defending.
Morganpoet
water splashing and tumbling,
while so many were slumbering.
Footsteps pounding a gravel road,
carrying such a heavy load,
looking for where it can be stowed.
Hawks flying, high in the blue sky,
hounds stand waiting to hear the cry,
unknown victims ready to die.
Hear galloping hooves descending,
mounted by armed men transcending,
innocent people defending.
Morganpoet
#narrative
326 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 9:20am
20th Apr 2020 9:20am
FAITH
This is a visual poem
#faith
456 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 9:17am
20th Apr 2020 9:17am
BE AWARE
This is a visual poem
#learning
639 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2020 4:11pm
18th Apr 2020 4:11pm
THE PUZZLE
Acceptance,
things happen,
experiences which
bring on awakening,
another piece of the
puzzle for the collection.
How many pieces
are there in the puzzle,
and do we all
have a different one?
Do some of us get
a hundred pieces,
whilst others a thousand?
Do we each have
a different puzzle,
different images and messages?
Morganpoet
things happen,
experiences which
bring on awakening,
another piece of the
puzzle for the collection.
How many pieces
are there in the puzzle,
and do we all
have a different one?
Do some of us get
a hundred pieces,
whilst others a thousand?
Do we each have
a different puzzle,
different images and messages?
Morganpoet
#learning
#acceptance
480 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 4:56pm
17th Apr 2020 4:56pm
HOVERING
Claiming some time
for silence,
on the edge
of tuning in,
getting to know
the self,
learning to be
true.
I’m hovering
patiently waiting
to plunge.
I’m wandering
the boundaries
delaying my
entrance.
I hear you ask
“Why ?”
“Why not ?”, I reply
the reason isn’t clear
but, as usual
the knowing remains
unquestionable.
Morganpoet
for silence,
on the edge
of tuning in,
getting to know
the self,
learning to be
true.
I’m hovering
patiently waiting
to plunge.
I’m wandering
the boundaries
delaying my
entrance.
I hear you ask
“Why ?”
“Why not ?”, I reply
the reason isn’t clear
but, as usual
the knowing remains
unquestionable.
Morganpoet
#spiritual
291 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 4:38pm
17th Apr 2020 4:38pm
NOT ENOUGH EMOTION
No more dribble,
the time has come
to find direction,
new subject matter.
Take some words
and play,
arrange groups
of letters
so they say
something meaningful.
Quivering, slithering
across the floor,
crossing the line
of predator and prey,
moments will determine
which one will stay.
Standing statue
with a broom
silently moves across
the room and waits
for a moment,
hesitates then BANG!
"Not enough emotion !"
Morganpoet
the time has come
to find direction,
new subject matter.
Take some words
and play,
arrange groups
of letters
so they say
something meaningful.
Quivering, slithering
across the floor,
crossing the line
of predator and prey,
moments will determine
which one will stay.
Standing statue
with a broom
silently moves across
the room and waits
for a moment,
hesitates then BANG!
"Not enough emotion !"
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
261 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 1:48pm
16th Apr 2020 1:48pm
A DIFFERENT WAY
Find the words,
feel the wind,
face the waves
the fear will end.
See the clouds
break away,
look ahead,
face the day
a different way.
All I want
is to be free,
still I want
you with me,
together we
will be apart,
this must be
a time to start
Something new
for me and you,
something we
knew had to be,
we can learn,
we can grow,
we can care for
the seeds we sow.
Then,
When tomorrow
becomes today,
and I think
of all the...
feel the wind,
face the waves
the fear will end.
See the clouds
break away,
look ahead,
face the day
a different way.
All I want
is to be free,
still I want
you with me,
together we
will be apart,
this must be
a time to start
Something new
for me and you,
something we
knew had to be,
we can learn,
we can grow,
we can care for
the seeds we sow.
Then,
When tomorrow
becomes today,
and I think
of all the...
#relationships
347 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 10:22am
16th Apr 2020 10:22am
UNITED
Waiting on the platform
for an overdue train,
hearing a voice full
of trauma and pain,
coming from a seat
beside a Banksia tree,
hiding behind branches
for no one to see.
A stranger was drawn to
the soul touching sound,
sat himself down by the
trunk on the ground,
taking a huge breath
he began to sing,
“With this simple song,
healing I bring.”
Using no other words
just chained melodies,
clear notes held with
vibrance, intensity,
raising up high then
delving deep below, ...
for an overdue train,
hearing a voice full
of trauma and pain,
coming from a seat
beside a Banksia tree,
hiding behind branches
for no one to see.
A stranger was drawn to
the soul touching sound,
sat himself down by the
trunk on the ground,
taking a huge breath
he began to sing,
“With this simple song,
healing I bring.”
Using no other words
just chained melodies,
clear notes held with
vibrance, intensity,
raising up high then
delving deep below, ...
#narrative
#trains
341 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 11:23pm
15th Apr 2020 11:23pm
ASSIST THE QUEST
She, the giver
of the name,
the reason why
so many came,
to seek her out
from far and wide,
to hear her words,
stand by her side.
Laughter echoed
through silent trees,
standing waiting
to catch the breeze
about to rise
from east to west,
coming together to
assist the quest.
The song began
it started slow,
the 1st verse sacred,
the old ones know
to just begin humming,
then wait for the crow.
Softly, so softly
a distant caaw,
echoed by a currawong, ...
of the name,
the reason why
so many came,
to seek her out
from far and wide,
to hear her words,
stand by her side.
Laughter echoed
through silent trees,
standing waiting
to catch the breeze
about to rise
from east to west,
coming together to
assist the quest.
The song began
it started slow,
the 1st verse sacred,
the old ones know
to just begin humming,
then wait for the crow.
Softly, so softly
a distant caaw,
echoed by a currawong, ...
#culture
291 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 1:53pm
15th Apr 2020 1:53pm
THOSE WHO SLEEP!
Dreams come to those who sleep",
the ones that go deep
into the other side
which hides behind
the darkness of eyelids,
waiting to project images
to be viewed in a state
of total relaxation,
absorption, participation.
Where the unreal is real
and what you feel is
exposed, revealed
for you to act on,
resolve,
understand,
try to comprehend,
make sense of the
message that someone
is trying to send to you.
It's the inner self trying to
get through, to let you know
what to do, help you deal with...
the ones that go deep
into the other side
which hides behind
the darkness of eyelids,
waiting to project images
to be viewed in a state
of total relaxation,
absorption, participation.
Where the unreal is real
and what you feel is
exposed, revealed
for you to act on,
resolve,
understand,
try to comprehend,
make sense of the
message that someone
is trying to send to you.
It's the inner self trying to
get through, to let you know
what to do, help you deal with...
#dreams
318 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 11:20am
15th Apr 2020 11:20am
I WILL NOT WRITE
I will not write
what’s in my head
even though so much
needs to be said,
needs to find
a way out.
I will not write,
tell you about
this moment in time,
when I crave to sit and
rhyme for hours,
to tap into the powers
which guide my way,
help me work out
what to say
that isn’t said,
relieve my aching head
of the congested mess
bought on by city stress.
I will not write,
instead I'll close my eyes,
start the day again,
wake just before it ends
to say goodnight.
...
what’s in my head
even though so much
needs to be said,
needs to find
a way out.
I will not write,
tell you about
this moment in time,
when I crave to sit and
rhyme for hours,
to tap into the powers
which guide my way,
help me work out
what to say
that isn’t said,
relieve my aching head
of the congested mess
bought on by city stress.
I will not write,
instead I'll close my eyes,
start the day again,
wake just before it ends
to say goodnight.
...
#WritingPoetry
281 reads
1 Comment
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