Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
STORY POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 1:59pm
27th Mar 2020 1:59pm
ALIVE IN THE RHYME
She sat by the ocean
while the moon was still high,
she watched as the stars
disappeared from the sky,
she thought of the ones
she could no longer see,
she remembered the way
things used to be.
He walked through the forest
where great gums stood tall,
he gazed up in wonder
knowing they would not fall,
he touched a cool trunk
rubbed its’ smooth bark,
he remembered the times
they played in the park.
Both he and she had
travelled through time,
both he and she came
alive in the rhyme, ...
while the moon was still high,
she watched as the stars
disappeared from the sky,
she thought of the ones
she could no longer see,
she remembered the way
things used to be.
He walked through the forest
where great gums stood tall,
he gazed up in wonder
knowing they would not fall,
he touched a cool trunk
rubbed its’ smooth bark,
he remembered the times
they played in the park.
Both he and she had
travelled through time,
both he and she came
alive in the rhyme, ...
#relationships
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 11:20am
27th Mar 2020 11:20am
ACTIVITY
Dolphins by night,
glowing off reflected light,
that falls into the distance
across the blue-black ocean.
We sit upon
the swirling edge
of the South Pacific,
watching the flicker
of green, red lights
on the breakwalls.
The tide's flowing,
forward and back,
in and out,
indecisive.
Sucked down,
around and in
between crevices
and rocks.
Splashing, crashing
waves on sand,
water lapping at our feet.
Was that a shooting star,
or just a moth
flying through the light ? ...
glowing off reflected light,
that falls into the distance
across the blue-black ocean.
We sit upon
the swirling edge
of the South Pacific,
watching the flicker
of green, red lights
on the breakwalls.
The tide's flowing,
forward and back,
in and out,
indecisive.
Sucked down,
around and in
between crevices
and rocks.
Splashing, crashing
waves on sand,
water lapping at our feet.
Was that a shooting star,
or just a moth
flying through the light ? ...
#sea
#night
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 12:41pm
26th Mar 2020 12:41pm
INTERPRETATIONS
Signs and symbols
are all so personal,
affect us all
so differently.
Something that is deeply
real and true to me,
might mean nothing
at all to you.
We all have our own
interpretations.
Morganpoet
are all so personal,
affect us all
so differently.
Something that is deeply
real and true to me,
might mean nothing
at all to you.
We all have our own
interpretations.
Morganpoet
#culture
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 11:59am
26th Mar 2020 11:59am
IN THE SKY
A little girl
with tear filled eyes
prays it isn’t true,
wishes it wasn’t happening,
knows it’s all so real.
She learns as she grows
holding onto that last day,
she hears herself say
“Daddy don’t die!”
She hears his reply,
“I’ll be alright.”
Days and months
turn into twenty years,
longing and sadness
replace the tears
as her son proudly says
“Grand-dad lives in the sky!”
Morganpoet
with tear filled eyes
prays it isn’t true,
wishes it wasn’t happening,
knows it’s all so real.
She learns as she grows
holding onto that last day,
she hears herself say
“Daddy don’t die!”
She hears his reply,
“I’ll be alright.”
Days and months
turn into twenty years,
longing and sadness
replace the tears
as her son proudly says
“Grand-dad lives in the sky!”
Morganpoet
#grief
#parent
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 3:36am
26th Mar 2020 3:36am
A KEY
In those waking moments,
when the visions are so clear,
the reality in the darkness
lies distant, but so near.
Trying to recall
a new found insight.
trying to return
in the early morning light
To what was happening
in your dreams.
knowing that for some reason
it seems important.
So often it's lost,
but some hint remains.
a sign or a symbol
that contains
A key,
into that
internal world,
where the answers are.
Morganpoet
when the visions are so clear,
the reality in the darkness
lies distant, but so near.
Trying to recall
a new found insight.
trying to return
in the early morning light
To what was happening
in your dreams.
knowing that for some reason
it seems important.
So often it's lost,
but some hint remains.
a sign or a symbol
that contains
A key,
into that
internal world,
where the answers are.
Morganpoet
#dreams
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 2:04am
26th Mar 2020 2:04am
SEARCHING
They come to me
as if I know
which path to take,
which way to go.
They ask me to rid them
of doubts and fears,
relieve their pain,
dry their tears.
Their questions are varied
and seem never ending,
I wonder quite often about
the messages I'm sending.
I tell them "I am but a guide,
what you do is for you to decide.
deep within lies the way to go,
something only the Self can know."
Yet still they search the outside
always hoping they can find,
the answers to the questions ...
as if I know
which path to take,
which way to go.
They ask me to rid them
of doubts and fears,
relieve their pain,
dry their tears.
Their questions are varied
and seem never ending,
I wonder quite often about
the messages I'm sending.
I tell them "I am but a guide,
what you do is for you to decide.
deep within lies the way to go,
something only the Self can know."
Yet still they search the outside
always hoping they can find,
the answers to the questions ...
#learning
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 7:21pm
25th Mar 2020 7:21pm
IF.....
If we could see with our ears,
and hear with our eyes.
If we could touch with our words,
and speak to the sky.
If we could aim for a point,
and find some stability.
If we could use full potential,
and acknowledge our ability.
If we could blow with the wind,
and pour with the rain.
If we could shine with the sun,
then so much we could explain.
Morganpoet
and hear with our eyes.
If we could touch with our words,
and speak to the sky.
If we could aim for a point,
and find some stability.
If we could use full potential,
and acknowledge our ability.
If we could blow with the wind,
and pour with the rain.
If we could shine with the sun,
then so much we could explain.
Morganpoet
#learning
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 3:55pm
25th Mar 2020 3:55pm
DISTANT THUNDER
There's something in the wind
disturbing settled ground,
I don't know what it is, but
I know that's it's around.
Like rounding up wild horses
in an imaginary land,
this something in the wind
seems to guide my hand.
To hear thunder in the distance
of a thousand stallions from afar,
to look up to the sky,
being followed by a star.
Sometimes it gets scary,
I just turn away.
Then I realise,
I have to know all I can
about this distant imaginary land,
it's really hard to understand,
I just let my mind...
disturbing settled ground,
I don't know what it is, but
I know that's it's around.
Like rounding up wild horses
in an imaginary land,
this something in the wind
seems to guide my hand.
To hear thunder in the distance
of a thousand stallions from afar,
to look up to the sky,
being followed by a star.
Sometimes it gets scary,
I just turn away.
Then I realise,
I have to know all I can
about this distant imaginary land,
it's really hard to understand,
I just let my mind...
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 11:12am
25th Mar 2020 11:12am
EXPOSE THE MIND
I’m going inside,
it’s not a nice place,
there’s too much confusion
for such limited space.
I’m breathing real deep,
I’m slowing right down,
holding my tongue,
releasing my frown.
I’m not going to tell
what it is I find,
it can be detrimental
to expose the mind
to interpretation of
an outside source.
Morganpoet
it’s not a nice place,
there’s too much confusion
for such limited space.
I’m breathing real deep,
I’m slowing right down,
holding my tongue,
releasing my frown.
I’m not going to tell
what it is I find,
it can be detrimental
to expose the mind
to interpretation of
an outside source.
Morganpoet
#MentalHealth
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4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 7:20am
25th Mar 2020 7:20am
HARD TO DEFINE
I sat myself down by a rock at the beach,
took a smooth stone from just within reach
of the incoming tide, held it tight,
waiting for the softness of moonlight
to cast a shadow across the sand,
to where the stone sat in my hand.
In silence, with patience, through my spine
a sensation emerged, hard to define.
A tingling chill, a pleasing beat,
acutely aware, I sprang to my feet,
feeling the sand, warm between my toes
journeying on to follow my nose.
Morganpoet
took a smooth stone from just within reach
of the incoming tide, held it tight,
waiting for the softness of moonlight
to cast a shadow across the sand,
to where the stone sat in my hand.
In silence, with patience, through my spine
a sensation emerged, hard to define.
A tingling chill, a pleasing beat,
acutely aware, I sprang to my feet,
feeling the sand, warm between my toes
journeying on to follow my nose.
Morganpoet
#beach
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2020 11:19am
24th Mar 2020 11:19am
A DESCENDANT
A descendant of the Dál Cais,
found in the Dreamtime land,
drawing on all the ancient ways,
using knowledge to understand.
Given the precious gift as a child,
the power of words to find a way,
to deal with situations when
she didn’t know what to say.
Morganpoet
found in the Dreamtime land,
drawing on all the ancient ways,
using knowledge to understand.
Given the precious gift as a child,
the power of words to find a way,
to deal with situations when
she didn’t know what to say.
Morganpoet
#tradition
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2020 6:44am
24th Mar 2020 6:44am
SONGS OF OLD
This is a visual poem.
#WritingPoetry
#culture
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