I am, at this time, 33 years old and was born and raised in Montreal, Qc. Canada. I work as a shipping/receiving clerk and truck driver for a major electronics company. Poetry was something I have done in the past only a few times. Starting in July 2002 I took up poetry as a serious pastime and through the encouragement of a good friend I then went on to placing my poetry in a public forum. I am a hopeless romantic which tends to reflect in my poetry more often then not.
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The Clown
The clown he wears a smile, for all the world to see,
Playing games he'll make you laugh and set your spirit free.
Nothing seems to bother him, no burden brings him down,
And when he's in your presence you'll never see a frown.
He paints a mask upon his face, emotions in plain sight,
As though he's in a perfect world and everything is right.
And as you watch each obstacle that gets into his way,
You'll see him take it all in stride, it's just another day.
But hidden from the audience, lies the man you do not know,
Who plays his part while you're around, continuing the show.
But watch him close, look past the smile, the truth is what you'll see,
There's a deep unending pain inside, the clown you see is me.
© Doug Morton
The Song you Silenced
Do you hear the whispers in the air and the secrets that they tell,
Can you feel the motions of my heart, trapped within this shell,
Do you know things I say to you, when I know you're not around,
And the way I show the things I say without a single sound.
Do you know the things I give to you, in ways that do not show,
As I watch in vain your feelings, that for me will never grow.
Can you feel the veins of sorrow that have opened on my face,
For the beauty that you are and this life you'll never grace.
But this song you've silenced still lives on, an echo in my soul,
And sings of love that knows no bounds, damned to bitter woe.
Now I cling to heartache like a friend, it's all I have of you,
While this unrequited love remains, in a hope I can't undo.
© Doug Morton
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