Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 5:50am
7th Apr 2020 5:50am
PREPARING FOR THE STORM
I'm not ready to share
what I have to give,
like drizzling rain,
an occasional shower,
without the power
of the storm,
like a cloudy sky
even though it's
warm, the sun's
rays can not shine
at the moment.
What I have is
mine to develop,
understand and
arrange, all the
disjointed bits of
strange rhyme
that over time
come together.
So now, just
like the weather,
my outbursts
come and go,
some of them
I show to family,
or a friend,
not knowing
if they...
what I have to give,
like drizzling rain,
an occasional shower,
without the power
of the storm,
like a cloudy sky
even though it's
warm, the sun's
rays can not shine
at the moment.
What I have is
mine to develop,
understand and
arrange, all the
disjointed bits of
strange rhyme
that over time
come together.
So now, just
like the weather,
my outbursts
come and go,
some of them
I show to family,
or a friend,
not knowing
if they...
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 12:30pm
5th Apr 2020 12:30pm
SO CLEAR
The brightest light shone
from the Tuckeroo tree,
drawing all around
to come close, see
the one who'd arrived
up on the hill,
she sat in silence
serenely still.
"I hoped that you
would find me here,
I've escaped from pain,
I have no fear.
I saw that man
leap into the sky,
create such music
from his chair on high.
So I let go
on Tuesday night,
I too became a
being of light,
here to help
bring clarity,
through closed eyes
you can see
so clear...".
...
from the Tuckeroo tree,
drawing all around
to come close, see
the one who'd arrived
up on the hill,
she sat in silence
serenely still.
"I hoped that you
would find me here,
I've escaped from pain,
I have no fear.
I saw that man
leap into the sky,
create such music
from his chair on high.
So I let go
on Tuesday night,
I too became a
being of light,
here to help
bring clarity,
through closed eyes
you can see
so clear...".
...
#spiritual
#narrative
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 8:12am
5th Apr 2020 8:12am
A NICE PLACE TO EAT AND DRINK
I contemplate this site
Imagine a few generations
back before buildings,
before roads, cars
or the bridge across
the lake,
before the Optometrist
used these rooms,
before Homestart and
Homebase, before
the Secret Gallery,
before the cement was
mixed and the slab laid,
before bricks and palings
of wood for windows, and doors.
Before the Reef Bar and Grill,
before the Box Fish,
before the white man came.
I see John Oxley and his men
carefully crossing the bar,
I see William Blake...
Imagine a few generations
back before buildings,
before roads, cars
or the bridge across
the lake,
before the Optometrist
used these rooms,
before Homestart and
Homebase, before
the Secret Gallery,
before the cement was
mixed and the slab laid,
before bricks and palings
of wood for windows, and doors.
Before the Reef Bar and Grill,
before the Box Fish,
before the white man came.
I see John Oxley and his men
carefully crossing the bar,
I see William Blake...
#inequality
#culture
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 3:58pm
4th Apr 2020 3:58pm
CURTSY TO THE QUEEN
She'd gone into hospital;
for a hysterectomy,
after eleven children
it was necessary you see.
The nurse had not read the chart
which confined the woman to bed,
she got up to curtsy to the Queen,
then at her feet fell down dead.
Her daughter had gone to school,
was pulled out of class that day,
asked
“Do you know where your father is?
Your mother has just passed away.”
Morganpoet
for a hysterectomy,
after eleven children
it was necessary you see.
The nurse had not read the chart
which confined the woman to bed,
she got up to curtsy to the Queen,
then at her feet fell down dead.
Her daughter had gone to school,
was pulled out of class that day,
asked
“Do you know where your father is?
Your mother has just passed away.”
Morganpoet
#death
#narrative
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 3:12pm
4th Apr 2020 3:12pm
FREE
If I were a bird
I'd be a crow,
I'd caw about all
the things I know.
I'd perch up high
in the tallest tree,
I'd take in all the
things I see, then
I'd ride the thermals,
bask in the sun ,
with an awareness
of being at one
with the air, land
and sea. I'd only
be responsible
for me!
Understand what
it means to be free.
Morganpoet
I'd be a crow,
I'd caw about all
the things I know.
I'd perch up high
in the tallest tree,
I'd take in all the
things I see, then
I'd ride the thermals,
bask in the sun ,
with an awareness
of being at one
with the air, land
and sea. I'd only
be responsible
for me!
Understand what
it means to be free.
Morganpoet
#birds
#freedom
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6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 3:15pm
2nd Apr 2020 3:15pm
LINEAR TIME
A way to describe how I create,
is, I go into a liminal state,
stand at the doorway, wait at the gate,
for the message I choose to translate.
I guess at times I dwell too long,
get caught up listening to my song
torn for a place to really belong,
knowing all I can do is be strong.
Going there and being here,
writing things down to make them clear,
conquering as well as avoiding fear,
with linear time reminders always near.
Morganpoet
is, I go into a liminal state,
stand at the doorway, wait at the gate,
for the message I choose to translate.
I guess at times I dwell too long,
get caught up listening to my song
torn for a place to really belong,
knowing all I can do is be strong.
Going there and being here,
writing things down to make them clear,
conquering as well as avoiding fear,
with linear time reminders always near.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 10:55am
2nd Apr 2020 10:55am
LUKE
I felt
my little brother tonight.
I saw his smiling face.
It was years ago,
I was young,
didn’t really know
what was happening.
I couldn’t let go,
wouldn’t believe
it was so,
that he was gone.
Surviving
but not seen,
we communicate
in my dreams,
share a bond
that can’t be broken.
He taught me something important
when I was very young,
all people die,
the end will always come.
But memories live forever,
you can’t erase the heart,
once you are...
my little brother tonight.
I saw his smiling face.
It was years ago,
I was young,
didn’t really know
what was happening.
I couldn’t let go,
wouldn’t believe
it was so,
that he was gone.
Surviving
but not seen,
we communicate
in my dreams,
share a bond
that can’t be broken.
He taught me something important
when I was very young,
all people die,
the end will always come.
But memories live forever,
you can’t erase the heart,
once you are...
#brother
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 7:04am
2nd Apr 2020 7:04am
SOMETHING CALM
I’m not coping very well today,
from behind my eyes it’s starting
to fray, the seams are stretched
soon to burst, it’s all too hard
and getting worse.
So at any minute I’ll crumble
into a crying mess.
It’s fight or flight
under this much stress,
there is no choice,
the brain is scattered,
around every corner
happiness is shattered
by the remembering of
the matters of fact.
The train provides
some silence and space,
a chance for me to
try and replace
the build up of tension
with...
from behind my eyes it’s starting
to fray, the seams are stretched
soon to burst, it’s all too hard
and getting worse.
So at any minute I’ll crumble
into a crying mess.
It’s fight or flight
under this much stress,
there is no choice,
the brain is scattered,
around every corner
happiness is shattered
by the remembering of
the matters of fact.
The train provides
some silence and space,
a chance for me to
try and replace
the build up of tension
with...
#MentalHealth
279 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 3:43pm
29th Mar 2020 3:43pm
HOME OF THE SWARM
The darkened hollow
silently beckoned,
a wooded shelter
from the storm,
the ground was hard,
there was a buzzing,
at last he'd found the
Home of the Swarm.
It was by chance
he’d changed direction,
that night the stars
glistened so bright,
when he heard a
soft murmur tell,
at each fork to
go to the right.
It was in the morning
as the sun was waking,
he saw the branches
rising up so high,
above all the other
trees in the forest,
to touch the clouds
as they floated by. ...
silently beckoned,
a wooded shelter
from the storm,
the ground was hard,
there was a buzzing,
at last he'd found the
Home of the Swarm.
It was by chance
he’d changed direction,
that night the stars
glistened so bright,
when he heard a
soft murmur tell,
at each fork to
go to the right.
It was in the morning
as the sun was waking,
he saw the branches
rising up so high,
above all the other
trees in the forest,
to touch the clouds
as they floated by. ...
#trees
#narrative
#bees
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 9:40am
29th Mar 2020 9:40am
FINDING THE FOCUS
No more distractions,
time wasting interactions,
attention scattered
all over the place,
lack of focus
due to limited space,
internal as well
as external.
Self imposed boundaries,
invisibles barriers,
subconscious limitations,
just needing to
find the focus,
exclude distractions,
attain the goal.
Morganpoet
time wasting interactions,
attention scattered
all over the place,
lack of focus
due to limited space,
internal as well
as external.
Self imposed boundaries,
invisibles barriers,
subconscious limitations,
just needing to
find the focus,
exclude distractions,
attain the goal.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 7:14am
29th Mar 2020 7:14am
I'M A WHITE AUSTRALIAN
White Australia...
stop and look,
you’ve been reading
the wrong history book.
White Australia...
got it wrong
when they came here
singing England’s song.
White Australia...
should apologize
for destroying so
many Koori lives.
White Australia...
full of power and greed,
how can such values
ever succeed ?
White Australia...
do you really care
about this land
we all share?
White Australia...
it’s not guilt and blame,
it’s hearing the story,
feeling the...
stop and look,
you’ve been reading
the wrong history book.
White Australia...
got it wrong
when they came here
singing England’s song.
White Australia...
should apologize
for destroying so
many Koori lives.
White Australia...
full of power and greed,
how can such values
ever succeed ?
White Australia...
do you really care
about this land
we all share?
White Australia...
it’s not guilt and blame,
it’s hearing the story,
feeling the...
#identity
#politics
#culture
308 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2020 1:27pm
28th Mar 2020 1:27pm
TRAIN OF THOUGHT
Searching for a few morsels
of uninterrupted
time and space,
like a diurnal rat
camouflaged amongst the
tracks on Town Hall Station,
I wait for the train
of thought taken down,
not just lost amongst
the screeching of
carriage brakes.
Morganpoet
of uninterrupted
time and space,
like a diurnal rat
camouflaged amongst the
tracks on Town Hall Station,
I wait for the train
of thought taken down,
not just lost amongst
the screeching of
carriage brakes.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
317 reads
1 Comment
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