the journey 2006

The Journey
Morgan Hunt

The blazing sun
Cast few shadows
Of many tomorrows
Forbearing promises
Of water…or life itself

Ma & Pa convey
With a sense of knowing
Though I question
Their better judgment
But, have no clue myself

The hot golden sand
Surrounds us
A dry ocean
Absorbing us deeper
Than we realized

Faith strikes through
We reach the Oasis
A shot of relief
For all the Caravans
We stop…
The beauty
Has us paralyzed.

We stand in a daze
Not noticing the sun beating down
Or the rough gritty sand
For we are indulging in the moment
This is why we strived
Long strenuous walks
Parched throats
Blistering feet
Just to be upon the Oasis
Fertile green land
Shimmering blue water
Makes the journey worth while

sunset 05

Reds and pinks
Scattered across the sky
The world changes
As the sun says good-bye

Tinted clouds of wonderful colors
The last rays of sun shine through
Wonderful thoughts start to float into my mind
And one of them is you

06 snow whispers

Snow Whispers

The silent whispers of snowfall
Dusting the tops of trees
Moving across the ground
With the slightest bit of ease

Bring lots of joy
With the secret of the holidays
Cheering all the little ones
On their gloomy winter days

Enlightening the world
Bringing things to life
The little gifts that god gives
Are always filled with delight

The blessings that we take
Not knowing what we are going to receive
Adds to our list of reasons
To truly believe

To believe in the holiday spirit
To bring it throughout our life
Doesn’t matter how we do it
As long as we keep it alive

By Morgan Hunt

sunflower march 07

Oh dew speckled sunflower,
How you glisten in the light
What truly give you the spirit,
For petals so yellow & bright?

Is it the vivid green grass?
Or the sparkling stars at night?
What truly give you the courage
That makes it worth the fight?

What is it exactly
That gives you all your might?
Is it the sun shining above?
The clouds, soft & white?

Whatever it may be,
That keeps your hopes up high
Never stop doing,
What makes you feel alive

nothing to write 05

Nothing to write
No thoughts in my head

Though I want to write a message
That no one has read

I cant find the right words
Not even a flow

My thoughts are frozen
But I want them to go

I just cant write
I need some inspiration

My brain is gone
Its on vacation

I want it back
So I can write something new

Something exciting
To share with all of you

oct. 05 a friend

A friend

A friend is someone special
Who has a place in your heart
You know it would be hard to live
If you were ever to part

An unforgettable person
Who knows your hopes and dreams
Someone you can talk to when your heart breaks
And they will sow back the seems

Someone you can laugh with
And even cry
Someone that would bring tears
If you had to say goodbye

A friend is someone that sometimes words cant describe
A person you can trust through a through
The clearest description of a friend
That I could find is you

By Morgan Hunt

Dedicated to Emily for her birthday

poor woman

Don’t stare at me with those cold eyes.
You don’t know.
For that matter, neither do you care.
So much, I wish you would realize
How much I crave to be you.
My wrinkles are not from laughter,
Although I can see yours will be.
Your books, that blue one…
I could not read if I wanted to.
Everyday I see you pass,
With your pig tails.
I see your mother cares enough to buy you ribbons.
And I?
I don’t even have a mother.
I am my own mother;
My own friend.
But if I were you, and you were me…
I too may not give you much thought.
However, time to time I would spare some change.
Or at least a smile.

alter ego

Oh my lord!
Will you both shut up back there!
Its’ your fault we’re in this pickle
This never, ever would have happened
if you both would’ve settled down.
Bad; bad ora!
Now we’re gonna be even later!
He wont even notice my new cut.. or nails.
You ruined everything.
You little monsters!
Oh I do regret the day you were born,
STOP YOUR CRYING!
You’re not the one
Who wasted all day doing your hair
I look so gorgeous,
And now NO ONE important will get to see me.

unfolding fire 0ct. 05

Unfolding Fire

Red and yellow
Glistening so bright
Spreading warmth
For the critters of the night

Bringing memories
Waiting to unfold
Around the campfire
So vibrant so bold

So this is nantucket

So This Is Nantucket…

Sandy pavement, hot with sun
Mends with tired cobblestones
Empty fields filled with restless grass
Reach to its wide beaches

Her arms stretch out
Soft yet grainy; a holder of many footsteps
Speckled with pearls
And held by green ribbons

So this is Nantucket; midst of August
Strolling through the heart of town
Making your way to the oasis
Meeting happy faces all around

You feel like that; you feel like
Sharing many laughs, like stopping
To rest your thoughts, like letting
Your problems go out with the tide

Sweet scent of Rosa Ragusa
Mellows your mood
So you no longer feel
Anger against those many tourists

Instead you feel like sharing a smile
For peace is plentiful
Problems are few
And the sunshine warm


-Morgan Hunt

stupid. 05.

New places
New people
Everythings new
Almost a dream
Just without you

I wish you were here
Standing by me
Just to know you are there
Makes me so happy

I miss you so much
You just wouldn’t believe
You & me together
Is something that I need

november 05

Intensely Broken Down

Pouring tears
Trickling down my face
Bringing memories
That I want to erase

Terrible thoughts
Swarming in my head
I want them to leave
But instead they spread

Wondering through out my head
Dispersed within my thoughts
It’s getting more intense
With the more I want it to stop

oct. 05

Confused

I am so confused
I have never felt this way
I didn’t see it coming
I just want to run away

The tears that I have cried
Are all because of you
Why did you do this?
I cared so much for you

Now you are gone
You are forever left behind
Never to return
In the heart that I call mine

You have left my dreams
But in my wishes you may stay
I know you have left
But I don’t want you to go away

By Morgan Hunt

rich girl monologue

Its’ not the right red; too light.
Why? Why can’t people just make things my way
I do not wish to kiss death itself to get the color I want
But I WANT it to be perfect.
Oh, but this looks nice.
Soft’n shiny.
Maybe if he comes to the party,
Just maybe he’ll be able to tough it,
Run his fingers through it.
Too rash?
Perhaps you’re right.
I’m not sure either if I want him that close to me.
At least, not as close as I am to my diamonds.

marching little girl picture

Maybe they’ll see me
Marching like I am
Ugh if it wasn’t for my dress
I could kick higher
No matter,
I will tag along anyway,
Is it left than right?
Ugh, this is confusing.
Hey! Where are we going?
Oh, well at least the sun is warm
You’re starting to get freckles.
Soon the boys will point and laugh.
No matter,
Today is better than any other

izzy's bed.

Oh his comfortable bed.
When I am not dreaming in it, I dream of it.
Its coziness absorbs my happy thoughts;
Cradling me into bliss.
His red blanket trapping my warmth
Shutting out the cool night air.
Navy fuzzyness mellows my thoughts.
And I lose all recollection of the days issues.
& only ponder of what tomorrow may bring.
True, his presence has affect,
But I know that we share different dreams upon the same pillows
Pillows filled with soft cotton.
Clouds that ease my thoughts into rest
My second home is found beneath those sheets
A place where I find total peace with myself and the world.
No angry thoughts; not even slightly mad ones.
Just smiles.

poems-

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this emptiness is so fullfilling.
though it only feed the sin
my smile has faded greatly
& i no longer let laughter in

but only since you've been gone
have i let my heart sink low
this depression has me pinned
i need you more than i know

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my eyes are open

though the rain pours hard

& tomorrow's mistakes are never ending



You've crossed the bridge

And time goes on

Memories; fade silently


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love sinks low

time moves on

never passing second glances



silence is knowing

what words not to say

& when not to say them



so dont let go

just move on

i'll be one step behind yahh

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i'd hate to see you leave

distance kills

i need you now

follow me home tonite

leave your fears

i'll hand you mine

& everything will be alright



such a feeling

you cant earase

carries you throughout the day

never answering

those little questions

that doubt may have to say



promises are kept

so keep me here

i will not let go

distance kills so much

but we shall only grow


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miss you <3

each tear missing you more than the one before
cant you see, i'm slipping
with nothing but closed doors
holding on without you
makes my life worth nothing

you promised you would come back
& with all my heart i hope
that the words you spoke were true
so that someday in my lifetime
once again,they'll be a me & you

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Parodyy

Love is..


Love is everything: even bread and wine.
Love is everywhere, even in your dreams.
Giving you forgivness a second time,
And it feeds on your words that were once mean.

It grows, and it grows, and grows, to great size,
Until it is the only think you breathe.
Love cleans your sin, like sand in the tide,
Forcing nice words although you hold clenched teeth.

It is that voice that is always back there,
Springing your emotions to spread a smile,
And trying to turn what is wrong to fair
Even if that means you have to let go.

Though many a reason why love is great,
Love is sometimes the reason for our hate.

Sonnet

She used to let her golden hair fly free,
For she was too poor to own a hair tie.
Her eyes were dull like an ugly birds nest,
Though never a place where nature would be,

And her quick sharp glances gave fear to me.
Spawn of the devil or witch of the west;
without a doubt she was the scariest.
I kept a far distance for my safety.

Her noisy trudge was the least bit graceful,
And you wonder why no one looked her way?
It was fear of death to look in her eyes.

She was evil among the nice people
of hell, But yet she wears a smile today
And somehow she is no longer despised.

Ted Kooser- Tattoo - Analysis

The poem "Tattoo" by Ted Kooser dramatizes how things of your youth are carried with you although so much else changes with age. These are dramatized through the comparison of what the tattoo meant at one time and how after years, the old man is just as any other old man. The tone of the poem in the very beginning is straight forward by showing how things in the past linger on, when it comes to the middle it changes over to a strong youth, and the end of the poem is just sort of mellow, as if it is nothing but an ordinary day. The speaker talks about the tattoo on the old man who is at a yard sale on a chilly morning, contrasting his youth and his age to show the mark that the tattoo symbolized in his younger years. The poem shows a theme of how although things change, the past will always be a part of us; such as how a tattoo will stay with you forever. The speaker is observing what the tattoo once meant and figuring what kind of person the man once was by his tattoo. By his tattoo of a dripping dagger held in the fist of a shuddering heart, the speaker says that he looks like someone you had to reckon with. This makes sense because the word fist symbolizes much more than just a hand; it symbolizes something more angry and tough and same with a dripping dagger that also symbolizes that he wouldn't need to think twice before taking vengeance.

The speaker talks about the tattoo first and after the description of the tattoo, there is a period which suggests period between youth and age. After that description there are only commas for punctuation. The tattoo is discussed in the past tense 'What was once meant to be a statement' showing that this tattoo signified what the man was in his youth. He compares who the man was in his youth to being 'as strong as a stallion, fast and ornery,' and then addresses how he is now; 'he is only another old man...his heart gone soft and blue with stories'. It is said that that tattoo is "now just a bruise...where vanity once punched him in the arm." The words punched and bruise portrays that the tattoo was a stamp he deserved more than it was his choice. When the speaker mentions that the old man is 'soft and blue with stories' it connects to the tattoo because a tattoo is something permanent yet fades with age, such a stories. Stories are a part of your youth that you remember, they will always be there and there is no getting rid of them, although they also fade in time. The speaker links strong adjectives when talking about his past, such as 'fast and ornery' or 'strong as a stallion. However, once talking about the present the old man is described as 'only another old man' and that 'his heart gone soft and blue with stories'. This underlines that there is nothing special that makes him stick out. The fact that he walks through the tables his sleeves are rolled up, even though it was previously stated that it was a chilly morning asserts that it is the only thing that shows who he once was. The old man is picking up broken tools which also connects with who he is; something once strong and helpful is now just old and not needed.
In this poem, there are only several subtle patterns. In some cases some weak adjectives are linked with strong ones, like the connection of 'strong' and 'stallion' and also 'fast' and 'ornery'. There are also some weak situations with rhyme, with the end of a verse finishing with 'statement' pulls together with 't-shirt' and also the end statement of 'ornery' fits with 'stories'. As for the end statements, they first one starts off with punctuation, and then for five lines there is none on the end, then a comma, and then three lines without any punctutation at the end, and the punctuation, none, punctuation for two lines. So as time goes on there are more pauses before starting a new line. This also relates to how strong and tough he was in the past but as time goes on he must take more pauses for he is tired and old.