Phoenix

As always, this is an original poem (wrote it tonight!) Hope you enjoy!



In love

With the silken contours of shadows of slumbered

Sunlight upon somnolent valleys;

Entranced by

The carefree breeze as it rattles eager trees

Limbs out-stretched to bountiful life-

Blessings-brilliantly-born 

In the womb of munificent present.

It is then that I see the truth,

Naked, opal snow on monastery-peak,

Nictitating eyes of atheist nature;

An atomic resurrection;

Phoenix moments set aflame

On the cross of troubled thoughts-

Only to rise again-

From the ashes of a setting sun.







***Copyright 2013. R. Cameron Morgan. All Rights Reserved.***

Halloween

This is an original poem that I drafted tonight. This will be one of many Halloween-themed poems! Enjoy!

Tis the one night a year, I can see my beloved
Guided by halogen stars-
 Beaming dead smiles,
Sighs and screams fill the alleyways-
And ghastly ships sail un-tethered from sepulcher bays,
Lit only by eldritch moon-rays-
Spotlighting the empty graves
As the restless dead roam un-moored
And lurk beneath the creaking floor-boards-
To feast upon the unlucky-living-lot-
It is then I see my beloved.

She appears,
Corpse-pale in the shaded grove,
-Virulent tears-
Nightshade blooms wherever she goes,
Ghastly,
As every man knows,
Who has ever
 Felt the shudder
 Of a Zephyr flutter-
Of drapes on a windless day;
A shiver,
And she is known to me.





***Copyright 2013. R. Cameron Morgan. All Rights Reserved***

To my Daughter (original poem)

Here is a new poem. I wrote the first draft of this on 9-3-2013 and just finished this draft a few minutes ago. I hope that you enjoy this emotional look at my imagined future.

Honey,
I haven't met you yet,
Yet I can almost see your
Radiant smile; joyous, knowing-
Beyond Piaget's confining years.
Can almost taste half-melted-
Ice creams at the craggy extremes
Of half-explored worlds,
Encapsulated in your eager eyes.

Darling, I can just imagine
Holding your tiny frame in
My nervous arms-
Cradling you like uranium.
Imagine taking your wispy hand
In my tenuous grip,
And standing with you
Aface a glaring cliff-
Embracing the eternal present,
Lest life un-twine your roots from mine...

And I know-
Summer roses and mud-caked knees
Will fade to cacophony-
And I know that love may
Leave you lost and alone,
But I will not desert you.
When the stars align-to-
 Deny you all things benign
I will be your guide.

Sweetheart,
I truly hope that I meet you;
Know that I already love you
More than coquettish life-that-
I will await you-with-
Open arms and an eddied, hopeful smile-
To make you laugh,
When you wish to cry,
To carry you when laid low by
The soles of beautiful-brutish being...

You will dance, when all others stumble.
You will fight when all others have cowered
And fled.
You will sing when the storms steal sonnets
And render the world silent.
You will be the light to lend sight to
The blind and the mad,
You will be my little girl-
And I your doting dad.
I can't wait to meet you.






***Copyright 2013. Cameron Morgan. All Rights Reserved.***

An American Romance

A new original poem, written on 8-19-13. There is a great back-story to this, inquire if you are interested-enjoy!!

An American Romance

What brought you here-
Mandarin-clad and manacled?
What tempest tossed your dreams
Like exhumed Earth on an open tomb?
Did you not gaze past the crowded bay
And see azurean eternity?
Why did your beam linger upon me
-Fervent, Unbroken-
And not stay with sinewy freedom?

Still, I could have taken your hand-
Saved you from the vacillating lover,
Laid you beneath lavender trees
Instead of tomes of law,
Should I have kissed your lips
Before he,
Sauntered, Should I have been around,
I know-love, you must believe-
That my caress, a balm and sweet reprieve,
Could have saved thee.

Wait, pray, wait for me in the doldrums;
Carve my name in symbols and strain to see
A lover who waits for you endlessly.





***Copyright 2013. All Rights Reserved. Richard Cameron Morgan***

Atlas-a new poem

A new, original poem that I just wrote. Thanks for reading!

Atlas,

But I do not shrug,

The strain burrows lash-deep-

Kinetic in crisis,

Yolked to a muted destiny-

Deaf to its designs;

I carry not the weight of anything,

Save lead thoughts-

Struggle not for the sins of anyone,

Save plaintive 

Nightingale-She's-

Silently mouthing dead words,

Stockholm; befriending the bony-cage

Casing my craggy heart.

I hear nothing as the world envelopes-

Splintered joints collapsing;

Spartan soul laid sepulcher bare.

Ages pass and hyacinth bones bleed to

Terra-firma-

Bare to the soles that endlessly stride over me,

I am watchful NOTHING to their promenades-

Persephone, bound by blind Gods,

But, I will no longer squirm and aerate for their pleasure,

Stoic in mindful suffering, I wait...

***Copyright 2013, All Rights Reserved, R. Cameron Morgan***

Antigone (a new poem)

Here is an original poem that I just finished about the fictional Antigone (pronounced an-tig-o-knee). This is my love poem to her-as she would be quite the woman-if indeed real! Hope you enjoy!


Lovely Antigone,
Would you bury me
Should my bones rest far from thee?
Darling Antigone,
Will thy hands strike violently
The Gods who drone so ambly
In their sadistic eternity?
Can you quiet their cackling
Fire-tongue crackling erubescently?
Dearest Antigone,
You would run the sword of ignominy
Through your gaping belly
Solely for our simple monogamy.
I will savor your memory
Through the iridescent eyes of our progeny
And thank you for loving me.




***Original poem by Cameron Morgan. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2013.***

Rapture

Friends,

This is another original poem that I just wrote a few seconds ago. Hope you enjoy!


How I mourn for you,
Million-year-dead smile,
How I pine,
Roots nuclear-severed,
How I mumble prayers-
Vacuum-ears long-deaf.
Won't you chance a show-
Glimmer a hopeful streak-
Shadow the whelmed light-
Crease the garish and gaunt-
With opal-looming digits?
Will you extend silvered-hope
To my entombed heart-
Scintillate to re-animate
All things ennui and inveigled?
Will you listen to the fevered scratches
Of my voice 'gainst the endless void...
And rejoin the living?






***All Rights Reserved. Copyright Cameron Morgan. 2013. ***