Best Morgan Poems

GARRETT A. MORGAN

GARRETT A. MORGAN birth outside Paris, Kentucky
Inventor of Smoke hood model day respirator
Hair straitening combs, stop lights
Things for sewing machines
Yes! Mr. Morgan invented that

2/12/18
by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Me name is Daniel Morgan
There’s a thousand pounds on me head
Just me and me native lad
We upset the Traps,
the silly chaps,
Gawd strike me dead.

The Traps were camping ,
on the green old lagoon.
Me n Billy shot a few 
Had em squealing like a loon,
In New South...

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The thought of the second woman begins fore-play
Oath of matrimony becoming sandy clay.
So sexy is this goddess that her soft words give a massage
on her shadow, men lay down their badge.
Romance seems tastiest when sick
his wife, now relegated as the side chick.
She covers her flesh...

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Come all, sail along with me!
Welcome aboard to a Pirate's Ship of World History
I’ll be your story teller, to you I will relay
All about the great buccaneer named, Sir Henry

Sir Henry Morgan was his complete name
Whose valiance had brought him huge wealth and fame
Plundering ships…....

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Sir Henry Morgan was a privateer,
And a ruthless, mean buccaneer;
Considered a pirate by the Spanish,
He became, in time a millionaire.

Henry was born in Wales to a farmer,
Gaining fame and fortune by valour;
He made a name for himself in Jamaica,
Soon he joined the Navy to...

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Sir Henry Morgan, Welsh born
Wasn't a pirate but a privateer so it's shown
As he had a document from King Charles II
Authorising to attack enemy ships for gain

His most famous attack was on
Panama City in 1670., where he seized upon
Vast amounts of Gold.
Then captured Puerto Bello...

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Henry Morgan
 Pirate of the Caribbean  


Henry Morgan is my name
Pirating is my fame
My story has been told
There’s only one I claim

1635 was the year of my birth
The eldest son of a gentleman farmer
In Llanrhymny, Wales. I had
no desire in filling the shoes of...

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Henry Morgan was an admiral of the Royal Navy
In his time, commissioned, but most found him crazy
Such that the Spanish called him a pirate rebellious
Whilst he considered himself with the truth not hazy

He took Campeche in 1663 as a captain
And attacked Spanish ships off Mexico’s...

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Henry Morgan is my name
Being a pirate is my fame

A landlubber wasn't for me
Fortunes were made at sea

From port and starboard cannons roar
Through Spanish ships cannonballs tore

Strike your colors or face our scorn
Cutlass and pikes will make you regret being born

Merchant ships we looted, plundered...

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The snow mountains bowed heavily
As Morgan-Kara touched its base
The spirits silently circled
Waiting for him to call
People watched in reverence
As ancestors came forth
But dark clouds soon gathered
For the God of the Dead was livid
No touching the dead Morgan-Kara
Bellowed the mighty voice
But silently Morgan-Kara brought forth
The dead...

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J.P. Morgan liked collecting
And he could afford it.
If some treasure was affecting,
Bam! He up and scored it.

Visit his vast reading room,
With books stacked to the ceiling.
If he read them, I assume
He found them all appealing.

Leather volumes, choice and rare,
And Bibles by the score;
Priceless tomes beyond...

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Sir Henryi Morgan lived a life
of rags to riches.  In his time,
he first was an indentured slave.
When freed, he drifted into crime.

The century was seventeenth,
The New World under Spanish rule.
A pirate Morgan had become,
and to the Spaniards he was cruel.

Sir Morgan managed to become
the...

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Well, it all started when
Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels
that Captain Morgan
couldn't go out
and get himself
some Wild Turkey.
Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad,
Captain Morgan like some of you,
really enjoys his Southern Comfort.
But mostly in the form of a woman named Wild Irish Rose.
It being near thanksgiving and...

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On unbearably pleasant days
she beckons the ferryman
to taxi her to the
dark places of her past
to stock up on bitterness,
envy, rancor
a delusional cocktail for the
attention-starved addict
with the trademark, fatalistic,
false sense of power.
Self-respect makes a break for it
while she coddles demons in her sleep....

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It’s a lovely casket, my grandmother said
With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head
I did not want her to see me cry,
But seeing him there, I knew there was no use to try
To hold back the tears, so they started to flow
As I started...

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