Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 8:54pm
20th Mar 2020 8:54pm
ELEANOR
Eleanor closed
her eyes to see,
she heard the
words yet to be,
she held the book
ready to write,
an inspiration
arrived each night.
The words came
from her hand
to the page,
like an improviser
on a stage,
as one line cast
the next awaited,
the conclusion yet
anticipated.
Moragnpoet
her eyes to see,
she heard the
words yet to be,
she held the book
ready to write,
an inspiration
arrived each night.
The words came
from her hand
to the page,
like an improviser
on a stage,
as one line cast
the next awaited,
the conclusion yet
anticipated.
Moragnpoet
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 10:53am
20th Mar 2020 10:53am
TELLING THE STORY
Inside every story
there’s another story.
We create stories
to tell ourselves
“it all makes sense”,
a collection of events
came together and now
this is the tale they tell,
recreating a narrative
to convince the self
all is well,
this is what happened,
this is what I recall.
Details are changed
as an acceptable
progression is arranged
to fit in with
everything else.
So finding the
place for a
story to begin
when what
went before
reveals what
lies within ...
there’s another story.
We create stories
to tell ourselves
“it all makes sense”,
a collection of events
came together and now
this is the tale they tell,
recreating a narrative
to convince the self
all is well,
this is what happened,
this is what I recall.
Details are changed
as an acceptable
progression is arranged
to fit in with
everything else.
So finding the
place for a
story to begin
when what
went before
reveals what
lies within ...
#narrative
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 10:04am
20th Mar 2020 10:04am
FOR ALL TO SHARE
Getting back to
the Invisible Song,
on a windy night wombat
travelled slowly along
a track down by the lake,
not wanting to take
too much time to
find his food,
he just wasn’t
in the mood
to muck about,
once he'd eaten
the desired amount
he’d go back,
along the same track
into the tunnel
he knew so well,
his own space,
his own smell,
the only place
where he could
relax and rest.
Just as he
imagined himself
nestled there,
an unfamiliar scent
suddenly made ...
the Invisible Song,
on a windy night wombat
travelled slowly along
a track down by the lake,
not wanting to take
too much time to
find his food,
he just wasn’t
in the mood
to muck about,
once he'd eaten
the desired amount
he’d go back,
along the same track
into the tunnel
he knew so well,
his own space,
his own smell,
the only place
where he could
relax and rest.
Just as he
imagined himself
nestled there,
an unfamiliar scent
suddenly made ...
#TruthOfLife
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 00:24am
20th Mar 2020 00:24am
MY LITTLE MAN
Be here now,
my little man,
be here now,
while you can.
Don't look to the future,
don't look to the past,
just enjoy ever moment
for as long as it lasts.
I watch you crawl
across the floor,
as you so curiously
start to explore.
Take it all in
while you can,
now you're here
my little man.
Morganpoet
my little man,
be here now,
while you can.
Don't look to the future,
don't look to the past,
just enjoy ever moment
for as long as it lasts.
I watch you crawl
across the floor,
as you so curiously
start to explore.
Take it all in
while you can,
now you're here
my little man.
Morganpoet
#son
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 8:24pm
19th Mar 2020 8:24pm
INSERT FEET
Between here and there
sits a chair behind
a sandstone wall,
waiting to be sat
upon by anyone at all.
But only those who
see the light will know
to look, will show no
fright, when they stand
before the chair and wait.
Before their eyes
the chair will turn
into a gate,
with a hole in the
space that was
the seat, where
hovering words said
“insert feet”.
There were very few
who’d ever been
through the chair
to have seen
the Otherworld
without...
sits a chair behind
a sandstone wall,
waiting to be sat
upon by anyone at all.
But only those who
see the light will know
to look, will show no
fright, when they stand
before the chair and wait.
Before their eyes
the chair will turn
into a gate,
with a hole in the
space that was
the seat, where
hovering words said
“insert feet”.
There were very few
who’d ever been
through the chair
to have seen
the Otherworld
without...
#culture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 4:11pm
19th Mar 2020 4:11pm
THE HERDS
You contemplate,
watch thoughts
like passing
shadows lost
in light, until
the pen is flowing
and the rhythm
starts to ignite
a trail of letters
which form
as words,
like a horseless
rider trying
to bring in
the herds
of cattle
spread throughout
the pastures.
Morganpoet
watch thoughts
like passing
shadows lost
in light, until
the pen is flowing
and the rhythm
starts to ignite
a trail of letters
which form
as words,
like a horseless
rider trying
to bring in
the herds
of cattle
spread throughout
the pastures.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 10:30am
19th Mar 2020 10:30am
DAY TURNS INTO NIGHT
I kept going,
I kept growing,
as the years went by.
I stopped crying,
I kept trying,
knowing all of us will die.
I felt like screaming,
but I kept dreaming,
it would all be okay.
If I kept caring,
if I kept sharing,
maybe then I'd find a way
To keep coping,
to keep hoping,
without holding on so tight.
To let go,
to just know
day turns into night.
So I keep living,
I keep giving,
with each rising of the sun.
I keep healing,
I keep feeling,
love for everyone. ...
I kept growing,
as the years went by.
I stopped crying,
I kept trying,
knowing all of us will die.
I felt like screaming,
but I kept dreaming,
it would all be okay.
If I kept caring,
if I kept sharing,
maybe then I'd find a way
To keep coping,
to keep hoping,
without holding on so tight.
To let go,
to just know
day turns into night.
So I keep living,
I keep giving,
with each rising of the sun.
I keep healing,
I keep feeling,
love for everyone. ...
#grief
#death
#acceptance
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4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 7:21am
19th Mar 2020 7:21am
SUBCONSCIOUSLY SEEKING
If communication is the key
with relationships being the door,
take some time to unlock
what is yet to explore.
Down corridors, passageways,
are various entrances,
numerous ways to access
what is yet to be.
Pass the sheer curtained frames,
wire screens, with unknown names,
go to the green door, then the red,
aware of the feelings, thoughts in your head.
Run along freely, turn to the right,
randomly choose any door in sight.
Closing your eyes, look within,
decide if it's really the one to go in.
...
with relationships being the door,
take some time to unlock
what is yet to explore.
Down corridors, passageways,
are various entrances,
numerous ways to access
what is yet to be.
Pass the sheer curtained frames,
wire screens, with unknown names,
go to the green door, then the red,
aware of the feelings, thoughts in your head.
Run along freely, turn to the right,
randomly choose any door in sight.
Closing your eyes, look within,
decide if it's really the one to go in.
...
#inspirational
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4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 1:41am
19th Mar 2020 1:41am
SHIFTING
Shifting, lifting
letting go.
Remembering
there's no need
to know.
Static
Interference
Vibration
Frequency.
Untapped potential,
unacknowledged ability.
Tuning in
signal strong
volume adjusted
listening to the song.
Morganpoet
letting go.
Remembering
there's no need
to know.
Static
Interference
Vibration
Frequency.
Untapped potential,
unacknowledged ability.
Tuning in
signal strong
volume adjusted
listening to the song.
Morganpoet
#inspirational
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2020 8:38pm
18th Mar 2020 8:38pm
I'LL BE ME
I'll be me the way I am,
not for you to understand.
I'll be me and you'll be you,
there's such a difference
between the two.
So don't try to make me
be like you,
because I'm going to do
just what I want to.
I'm going to look to the stars,
set my goals high,
because no one can answer
the question of why.
I'm going to look to the sun,
chase all my dreams,
because nothing is ever
as bad as it seems.
I'm going to watch the moon shine
in the darkness of night,
I'll gaze into...
not for you to understand.
I'll be me and you'll be you,
there's such a difference
between the two.
So don't try to make me
be like you,
because I'm going to do
just what I want to.
I'm going to look to the stars,
set my goals high,
because no one can answer
the question of why.
I'm going to look to the sun,
chase all my dreams,
because nothing is ever
as bad as it seems.
I'm going to watch the moon shine
in the darkness of night,
I'll gaze into...
#identity
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Mar 2020 3:45pm
18th Mar 2020 3:45pm
LOST
He didn't know where
she went that day,
when he followed
her all the way
across the bridge,
and down the lane
she turned the corner
and he couldn't contain
the disappointment
which welled inside
when he wondered
"Did she hide?"
Did she know that he
watched her ever move?
Did she think that he
had something to prove
when he stood on the
corner day after day
waiting for her
to look his way?
How would he feel
if he knew she
was just going where
she needed to be, ...
she went that day,
when he followed
her all the way
across the bridge,
and down the lane
she turned the corner
and he couldn't contain
the disappointment
which welled inside
when he wondered
"Did she hide?"
Did she know that he
watched her ever move?
Did she think that he
had something to prove
when he stood on the
corner day after day
waiting for her
to look his way?
How would he feel
if he knew she
was just going where
she needed to be, ...
#narrative
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2020 11:05am
18th Mar 2020 11:05am
YOU DECIDE
They gathered first down in the valley
they slowly moved along the creek,
they hiked up and down the mountains
with no need for anyone to speak.
Were they the chosen or the exiled?
Were they the weakest or the strong?
Were they the ones to make a difference,
all singing The Invisible Song?
Were they connected or divided?
Were they ignored or respected?
Were they part of a community
or outcasts rejected?
Morganpoet
they slowly moved along the creek,
they hiked up and down the mountains
with no need for anyone to speak.
Were they the chosen or the exiled?
Were they the weakest or the strong?
Were they the ones to make a difference,
all singing The Invisible Song?
Were they connected or divided?
Were they ignored or respected?
Were they part of a community
or outcasts rejected?
Morganpoet
#humankind
#HumanRights
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