Determined energy encapsulates what smolders silently inside.
Quiet resilience produce a bold, inspiring presence that space opens wide.
With a colour gamut of profound earthy tone,
Striking fiery reds and chilling white hot lashes stand alone.
Morgan's painting suggests the perception of dancing flames to a beat,
Within the vision, to create a physical feeling of blistering heat.
This symbolizes deepest strength of passion with his brushstrokes.
Dynamic intensity instills the mesmerizing impression of movement it evokes. Demanding attention to the potential of power below the surface.
Gifted craft accompanied by the celebration of beauty is its purpose.
As I gaze at the canvas, undeniable appreciation of this abstract can begin,
With wild untamed spirit ''The Fire Within".
Peter Morgan ' WINTER VISITOR'
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Morgan Le Fay, born in England, becomes a priestess
and a leader of the sixth century cult called Darkhold.
Later turns into the supervillain of Marvel Comics
and the nemesis of the original Black Knight.
Derived from her faerie genetic configuration,
she possesses natural affinity for magical forces,
that made her one of world’s greatest female sorcerers
who can mystically manipulate the earth’s ecosystem.
She can cast illusion to remove spirits from their bodies,
place them under her total control as an enchantress.
With the supernatural power to transmute things,
she can change people and animals into other forms.
Her schemes have crossed the limits of centuries,
the true power of the magician filled with ill will,
destroys kingdoms and challenges all the Avengers,
while her elven heritage grants her immortality.
She can control the astral space where she once existed
and descending on earth she tries to take it over.
Her feats earn her a place in Sanctum Sanctorium
as the world’s latest sorcerer supreme.
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April 9, 2023
Contest : The Women Of Hellboy
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
There's something special about Morgan's quilts
the fabrics blend like a romantic rendezvous
colors race like a comet in some
or stand like still water in others
like a gypsy patterns dance or
sing of lullaby in a windy whisper
It's hard to pick a favorite
I like them all because they fit my moods
Each quilt has a story...a life
and feverishly pulls it's own history
methodically before your eyes
thread by thread united in oneness by love
and a gift of warmth and reminiscent charm
Bits of cloth join as if born into family
never judging...but giving
disregarding color, caste, nationality
only concerned with a common creed
To be shaped by Morgan's hands in to art
that God wills because much is required
of those that much is given
and Morgan is a giver
Yes, there's something special about Morgan's quilts
and only he can tell their stories
They called him Morgan Dempster Morgan
And he wore his name with pride
Though he didn’t have a heart
Just selenium cells inside
And he took all his food
From the wind from the sun
Gathered as he cruised
In his ever constant run
To and from the asteroid belt
The edge of near deep space
Helping mankind win
Their on going race
To repair their damage
To their home Planet Earth
Mining all the elements
No longer any dearth
Shunting them surely to
The growing colony base
Up there on the moon
In near home space.
The ice caps re forming
The ozone layer complete
And a growing healthier earth
Lay beneath mankind’s feet
Many lessons learned
Among those not the least
The planet was to share with every
Kind and species of bird and beast.
Gone all the ambitions of
The Colonising of space
Until they had learned properly
To care for their earth base
Morgan Dempter Morgan
Of the Android Space Fleet
Labouring with man to
Make the job complete.
Though he didn’t have a heart
Just selenium cells inside
They called him Morgan Dempster Morgan
And he wore his name with pride
Morning, is when she came to us
On her mother's birthday, surprise!
Resting in her tired arms
Gazing eyes and gentle sighs
Arriving with the rising sun
Now she has her name
Waves crashing
Against the shore
Hear the power
Hear the roar
Wind blowing
Birds take flight
Stars twinkle
in the dead of night
Feel the sand
Beneath your toes
Enter a reality
No one else knows
Waves crashing
Against the shore
Can you feel the power?
Can you hear the roar?
MORGAN WITH TULIPS
toothy and yellow.
Sun-petals next to
my grandson, who
at eleven chuckles
at the mere two pictures
under the title.
Seasonal surmise, of
one planting, upending soil -
captured with one grand sun
and a pearly white smile.
2/23/2020
There is no…
African American history,
Native American history,
Irish American history,
Italian American history,
German American history,
Chinese American history,
Hispanic American history,
or White American history
There is only American History
—and Morgan Freeman got it right!
(Grantham New Hampshire-February, 2017)
Once a boy now a man
Morgan Harper Knavery had a plan
To be the first officer in an all girls band
Musically thinking
Began drinking
His risqué coarse obscene informal blue
Ribald improper, naughty and so lewd
Quietly described by first avenue
Now a womanizing flute player
And the woman found him nay-slayer
So they gathered to conspire
To dismiss him by the hour
By impaling him so he would expire
A stupid murder fell on his flute while taking a shower
Alas the senseless murder of this bandmate womanizer
The murder death of womanizer Morgan Harper Knavery
4/17/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
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.
There is no African American history,
or Native American history,
or Irish American history,
or Italian American history,
or German American history,
or Chinese American history,
or Hispanic American history,
or White American history...
There is only American History,
--- and Morgan Freeman got it right!
(Grantham New Hampshire-February, 2017)
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 my father
With hopes of adventure and fun
I left to seek my fame and fortune
Shanghaied and shipped off to the West Indies
and sold in Barbados was my misfortune
I survived and regain my freedom
and was recruited by a pirate crew
Prospering in my new profession we
bought our own ship and sailed the ocean blue
Raiding the Caribbean Spanish settlements
earning us a reputation as ruthless
fearsome, villainy buccaneer pirates
under old Dutch pirate Capt. Edward Mansveltz
In 1672 I was brought up on charges.
Attacking Panama violated a treaty
between England and Spain. Found not guilty
Instead Knighted by King Charles II and set free
Knighted pirate of the Caribbean
12/29/2015
Poetry Contest: A storm on the Spanish Main
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
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 and sank
Prisoners were ransomed or walked the plank
Raiding West Indies settlements was fun
Loved the pieces of eight, wenches, and rum
The Governor shivered at night in bed
His King put a price on my head
Buccaneers way were over or face harm
Keep on and you will swing from the yardarm
Poetry Contest: A storm on the Spanish Main
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Sir Henry Morgan,
Nickname "Barbadosed"
born 1635,
died 25 August 1688 (age 53)
The Pirate Who Invaaded Panama in 1671
Buccaneer and pirate, admiral and general, country gentleman and planter, custos and judge of the court of Vice-Admiralty, governor and knight ¬ all are titles he held
My dear Mirna Morgan
I have searched this site
Everywhere
Even in the dark places
Where others fear to tread
But I can’t find
Any trace of you
My dear Mirna Morgan
Surly somewhere
Maybe, behind a lost letter
(Perhaps a “w” or a “p”)
You are hiding yourself
Just waiting for the right time
To make yourself known
My dear Mirna Morgan
… Where are you?
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