Sundry Sonnets

By Steve Morgan

A collection of mostly sonnets on a variety of topics.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098351618

Steve Morgan

Born into a Christian family, in 1971, Steve applied himself to an extensive study of Christianity through the 1990’s. Leading to a departure from the faith in the mid 2000’s. In 2012 Steve was forced into retirement with a disability. Since, his life has grown with several interests emerging. An amateur parrot breeder, amateur Colour Pencil artist, writer, reader & avid lawn Bowler. Is a fan of quality film, documentaries, & intelligent comedy: “Fluffy”, & Bill Bailey. He has an ever widening assortment of interests; Current affairs, quirky history, Stoicism, philosophy, & Egyptian History. Never married, he lives alone in regional Victoria, Australia, with his beloved parrots. Interest in paronomasia, & neologisms began in earnest during the worlds longest lockdown in Victoria, Australia during the recent Covid-19 pandemic, 2021. Producing The Standard Religiously Irrelevant Version, a parodied edition of several Christian folklore.

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Sundry Sonnets

©2020, Steve Morgan

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ISBN: 978-1-09835-160-1

ISBN eBook: 978-1-09835-161-8

Contents

The Girl with the Pearl Earring

The Ideal Woman

Hard to Do

Not Fair

The Heart Attack

Faster than Light

The Old and the Young

Going Old

Not Sure Why

Not Around Anymore

Might Have Been

The Last Experience

Dimential

Grinning

Cock Fighting Preacher Man

To the Delight of Sky

Economics

Blunder

Sacred Cow Grazing

Surrender

What We Miss

Illusions

Nuts

Power of Belief

Messages of Pain

104-Year-Old Advice

All I Need to Know

Release

Sadly Happy

Best

That’s the Wink

The Final Experience

Finding Satisfaction

Waiting

Tallying

Resurrection

A Trick of the Ego

So Near

Stories

Where?

Weird Ways

Just Wondering

That’s What Matters

As a Way to Grow

The Next Portal

Points of View

Looking for Magic

Into the Light

Brothers

Transformation

Who We Are

The Countdown

A Walk into Mystery

The Last Hurrah

Gain and Pain

Real to Me

Still Alive and Sorry

Waiting

Forms

Dead Now

God the Plumber

The Cause

Still Real

Nothing Here

Growing Up

The Bother

Weather

Something to Believe In

The Truth

Body Can’t Attack Itself

Outgrowing Flesh

The Mini

Awaiting

The Aftermath

According to Plan

Alas, Women

Changing Memories

Dying for a Cause

No Regrets

Not too Late

Something Valuable

Blending

Not Wanting to Go

Who You Think You Are

Stuck in Life

The Last Challenge

Chaos Explained

We Got It

Off Loading

Not Easily Let Go

Sing

Stuck

Remaking

The Celebrity

Purpose

Evolving

Will-o’-the-Wisps

The End

The Reaper

Weary

The Ladder

Dreams

Moriturus

Waking Up

Women and Love

Graduation Day

Celebrate Like Crazy

Grace

Thought It Was Bad

Why?

Separate

Crazy

Here We Come

Seeing Real

The Misadventure

Love of Cows

Point of Power

Aging

What We Sought

Most Important

Singing and Dancing

God and Intuition

Born Again

Laugh

Poor Choices

Never Ages

Lurking Hunger

This Life, This Boon

So Far Away

Dreaming Up Death

Making You

Success at Last

Listen to the Tree

Happier When 80

Just Fading Away

The Opposite of Fear

The Greatest Prize

Letting the Old Man In

The Girl with the Pearl Earring

She is almost 400 years old but looks young as today.

The way she looks back at you over her shoulder,

those big eyes inviting you into her world gone away,

painted by Vermeer who must’ve been taken by her

by her youth, her beauty, those slightly parted red lips

he no doubt touched lovingly with his brush as he

fashioned her just for him but for us now transfixed

by a 17th century girl forever innocent, forever to be

sublimely perfect, an alluring living being planted in

your mind as if she could step out of that painting

and say hello, and you’d not be surprised at all when

she presents herself as no longer just a painting

because you can see her with your own eyes,

Vermeer’s vision so perfectly easy to realize.

The Ideal Woman

Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

Johnny Cash

She’s not the modern idea of what a woman should be:

equal to men, independent, politically progressive, and

hostile to traditional roles. Not even close, though she

knows how much has changed, for her that’s a mystery

and for me a blessing that she knows her role and is sure

of her place, not taking a role imposed by society or ego,

accepting who she is, confident and free to be my lover,

mother, receiver, nurturer, the one who sets the space to

make and remake our world wherein I perambulate,

and while working she hums, contented, and hearing

her makes me glad that I’ve given in to feminine fate

and sway, remaking me, making life more endearing.

That’s the way the world should be.

That’s the best way for you and me.

Hard to Do

As a young man, he read a lot,

mostly novels and plays and poetry,

searching for he wasn’t sure what,

sure there had to be a way to free

the yearning, to awaken something

slumbering inside, to bring it forth,

so philosophy he began reading,

then healing hoping to give it birth,

trying everything arcane, possessed

it seemed to find what was missing,

finally giving in to slow progress,

not what envisioned when starting,

but every now