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[i am starting a new notepad, alert the press]

It is actually kind of a big deal, to me that is. The story is that from 2008 to
2010 [thereabouts] I always carried a small pocket notepad around with me
to write down any poems, thoughts, etc that would pop into my head that
I wouldn’t want to forget. I had fill about one and three quarter notepads
when I just stopped and I can’t really remember why to be honest.

When I moved back home I shoved all my notepads, loose pieces of paper
and so on into a messenger bag that I wasn’t using any more. I, at the very
least, am able to explain why I wasn’t using the bag any more, the basic
reason behind that was because I had used it nearly everyday for three
years and it was falling apart, but I couldn’t bear to throw it away so I
found a better use for it. You should always have a bag to put all those
loose pieces of paper. But I digress.

As I looked through my old notepads it occured that all those thoguht would have been lost had I not jotted them down first. I was still writing things down but on scrap pieces of paper that usually got lost. So I popped down to Paperchase and bought a notepad. I intend to fill this one up with random musings and what not and I might end up scanning some of the pages.

In other news today I am cutting my hair, which might not sound like much but I’ve been letting it grom for over two years now. But it’s time to let it go. Below have a look at what my hair looks like at the moment

[it’s an old Facebook profile pic and ok, my hair is mostly covered by the
hat, but I’m sure I look good in the hat]

I think I do this every other year, sort of an apprehensive resolution to sort my life out as it were. I don’t think my life is too bad to be honest but there are always areas where one can improve. I think for me, I lack concentration at times and I am unable to focus on one task for too long but that can lead to a bad habit that will last a lifetime, so it’s back to writing, but to concentrating and back to blogging as you may see here.

So hopefully this will last and also don’t forget to check out my photography based blog which I am about to write an update for. You can reach it by clicking the images that I have posted below. And on that blog you will find clear ways to get a hold of me and also on following me on Twitter should you wish too, see you later.

[every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore]

It’s true.
I’m going to take a break from creative endeavours soon.
Photography wise I’ve been working pretty hard.
And I’m kind of burning myself out.

If you would like to see my photography blog please click the link below.
http://richardanthonymorris.wordpress.com/

And with regards to the title and the first line of this post.
I have found that all my poetry is very similar.
And so, I’m going to go back to square one.
With the photography and my writing.
Re-learn everything and hopefully start anew and emerge better than I was.
That is all.

[poem to the point]

I don’t know if it was love,
but it sure was close.
I laid there in the bed,
as you put back on your clothes.

As you made your excuses,
And left through the door.
I wondered if I felt anything for you anymore.

It was five years ago,
that you broke my heart in two.
But since then I thought of none other
than you.

But now that I’ve had you,
and my false feelings dismissed.
I only feel sad,
for the love that I have missed

It’s been a while so I thought I’d throw a poem on here. I did just this second make it up. so forgive me if it’s not that great.

[all I know to do]

Yesterday whilst getting getting a lift from my sister
and recounting tales of the recent wedding that I
photographed and she commented that she was
happy that I was still keeping one foot in the photography
side of things. And that got me thinking. Photography
is pretty much all I know to do at times. It is my main
skill and what most [if not all] people associate me with.

For me to live my life and not be doing something photographic is
strange to me.

It’s just not going to happen.

And in a couple of weeks [or next week, I’ll check my diary] I’m
photographing my old photogrpahy tutor’s stepson’s wedding.
Now to add a little history, my old photography has kept in
contact with me even though college was years ago and gives
my weddings to photograph and work in general and has said,
and I quote

“This is Richard, one of my old students. And he takes
photographs better than I do”

Which to hear from your old tutor is pretty amazing. As you
probably know I have been doing photography since about
the age of Seven. But it was at college that I started to
pursue it. And Mike is a big part of that. Now I’m known as
‘Photo’ by many and like I said before alot of people know me
by photography. Doing anything else would be strange.

Oh and on that point I am going to be working on a
website soon for my photography. And maybe other
aspects of my creative life, like for instance my writing
and so on.

And one more point, and this is mainly for Savannah
[yourownpersonalmonster], I’ve decided to make that
book up and when it’s done I’ll put a link up. Gonna have
to make some new material up for it though.

[six line poem]

As I awake,
and see it’s day,
my dreams of you vanish fast.
But as I see,
you sleeping next to me
I know my dreams will last.

[seren]

Seren is the student newspaper for Bangor University
and there is a part of called ‘Creative Corner’ where
you are able to submit photographs, writing etc for
print.

Well I submitted a poem and two photographs and
they both got included which was pretty awesome.
What was great about it was that I finally did something
with my poems [due the encouragement of
yourownpersonalmonster, possibly one of the longest
standing readers of this blog] and I knocked it
off my to-do list. Which as it transpired it was never
on the list to begin with.

I have received compliments about the photos
and the poems which is always nice. I have
included it in this post as a PDF file so you can
just download it. If you go to Page 20 you will see
a photograph of some bikes in black and white
[that’s mine] and on Page 21 I have the poem[s]
as well as a photograph I took in a bookstore
[also mine].

I was thinking of submitting again. We’ll see what
they think of these and whether they feel they are
worth printing.

Hope you enjoy 🙂

Seren April 2010

[facebook status leads to poetry]

So having recently looked back on the haikus and
poems on this blog with Jeni I noticed something
quite worrying. It had been a while since  I had
posted any sort of poetry up and in that also realised
that it had been just as long since I had written a poem.

The problem is inspiration and not knowing what to write
about. I had actually forgotten this worrying thought when
this morning [whilst too tired to get out of bed] I updated
my status on Facebook. Just saying ‘tired’ and this led to
my flatmate commenting, and in the end resulted in me
making poetry.

I’m kinda happy about that.

In case you can’t read it, as it seems to have become bad quality
I’ll rewrite them.

Me –
I have a finite amount of days upon this mortal ride,
And it seems that sleep runs like a thief through my tired mind.
Stealing not gold nor items of much worth,
But only the time I have on this Earth.

Will –
But surely in sleep we discover our dreams,
Where mortal reality is ripped at the seams.
It is this that gives us our hopes and desires,
Till the day we march on to our own funeral pyres.

Me –
But with hopes and desires already considered,
There possibility having faded and withered.
Means that sleeps, the art of subtle realisation,
becomes nothing more that a practice in self deprecation.

I guess that poetic Richard is back.