Morse Poems - Poems about Morse

Midnight The hour Words control and establish Thoughts trying to put together The struggle in battle Heat of the night Sweat pours Emotional and distress It’s a test Word block Determined to not stop Alpha letters tell me Write On Sentences say connect The mind says, “Feel the Effect” Words come Writing begins Mind over the Pen and Paper The thought of end became transcend Encouraged alpha Letters Writing came to be Look at what you...

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tap tap tap tap tap a woodpeckers insistence morse code for birds...

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An Ode To Morse code The click click clack from pounded brass the words develop extensive The heat of the tubes warms up the room when temperatures are receded Deep into the night makes it's flight to detector diodes rectificated creates a mellow sound which is most profound like musical tunes lamented. The crackle and pop all seem to stop our ears filter...

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I cry for help in Morse Code But you won’t see it unless you’re listening really hard. And you won’t hear it unless you’re watching really hard. You’ll see it when I suddenly stop smiling, or start talking in monosyllables. You’ll see it when my voice becomes cool and emotionless, or when I’m gazing into space....

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There once was a man named Morse Who was really as strong as a horse But when he feared a little mouse Running madly around the house His wife quickly filed for a divorce...

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The hour is early. The night is cold. The flashlights flicker. The tone; cold broken clarity with owl call. Darkness is so much more than night. Where evil roams, t'was here this night! Listening to the rain, watching the water glisten and roll over the cars body parts. Waiting for the man to let the body pass. A stretcher is waiting,...

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i send a message in a dark passage repetition pulse genetic impulse you do repeat back via a small crack repetitive tone you begin to moan all things stop and start skin not far apart a very hard code release a soft load our messages sent intimate time spent...

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With bent torso, fenced horse Corso, Tows corpulent gent Morse into a Kent forest. This portly source torments tense Corso to such a contentious extent That he sends them off course with vehement force to show his discontent. “Whoa”, vents the incensed Morse With voice tense and hoarse from onerous discourse. “Endorse a gentle course, And dissent from one...

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Short course in voice Mr. Morse... I saw a dot was counted as one, Two, three, four more the fun. :) Then a dash stashed as a five. Handsum set makes a hand jive, And come alive with thought! What's a tone if knots a knot? I asked myself while hearing then, that a dot n'dash last better when, they're in stone. My eYes decide...

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The distant wheel revolves within the night; its boastful stature begs to be subdued; though comforting I find, its flashing lights and its unwavering vivacious mood. Its garland gleams from its circumference in patterns that I cannot comprehend. Perhaps I'm not the one who holds the sense to understand the ciphers that it sends. The cargo that it bears must be the key, and...

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(Dedicated to Barry Morse who died February 2, 2008.) You were a great actor who starred in Space: 1999. When I was a little boy that was a favorite show of mine. You made a great impression on people back in the seventies. You were a credit to television and I'm sure that everybody agrees. You died just eight days...

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