Val Morehouse

Rookie - 4 Points (California)

Val Morehouse Poems

41. Music Of The Night 5/30/2009
42. Learning To Fly 6/7/2009
43. Sentence 6/16/2009
44. Stalker 11/23/2007
45. Under The Vine And Fig 7/3/2009
46. The Teacher 8/1/2009
47. Scorned 8/8/2009
48. Taking On The Mother 9/25/2009
49. Home Run 10/3/2009
50. Fertile 10/3/2009
51. A View From Orbit 10/10/2009
52. Coffee 10/24/2009
53. Healing (Haiku) 10/24/2009
54. Why Poems Should Be Read Aloud 11/6/2009
55. Never Forget 1/9/2010
56. Fox 1/16/2010
57. Hurricane Watch 1/16/2010
58. Pachebel In 60 Seconds 12/20/2006
59. Wings (Haiku) 4/25/2007
60. October (Haiku) 6/3/2007
61. Winter Mouse 9/14/2007
62. Poem For The Inside Of Your Wallet 9/14/2007
63. Poetic Justice 10/19/2007
64. Red 11/25/2007
65. Marriage (Haiku) 12/21/2006
66. Sky Harp (Haiku) 12/21/2006
67. Spring Jazz (Haiku) 9/3/2007
68. Summer Shower (Haiku) 9/3/2007
69. Surprise (Haiku) 12/27/2006
70. The Rich Farmer (Haiku) 12/21/2006
71. Inherit The Earth 9/20/2008
72. Summer Twilight (Haiku) 11/18/2007
73. Data Collection 1/28/2006
74. Naughty Story 8/1/2009
75. Poisoned Apple 12/26/2007
76. Bessie Ogilvy 12/27/2006
77. Cave Painting 3/7/2009
78. Icarus' Feathers 8/29/2008
79. Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child 11/14/2009
80. Ritual Sunday 9/29/2007

Comments about Val Morehouse

  • Elizabeth Emerick Wilholt (8/30/2008 9:19:00 AM)

    Val is a very talented and accomplished poet. And a gorgeous redhead to boot!

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Best Poem of Val Morehouse

Liberator

Like a lover he enters my life,
carrying his dark purpose into the bedroom.
Each thing opens to him like a map.

Here, today's headlines screaming of home invasion
lie blanketed on that chair
where yesterday's clothing is crucified.

There, empty shoes gathering blackness.
Keeping silent on the nightstand, that traitor the
alarm clock winks its digital eye.

He fans out the credit cards like
flirtatious birds eager to fly on plastic wings.
Closeted, the jackets and dresses line up,

Emaciated prisoners praying for liberation.
He pats them ...

Read the full of Liberator

Swept Away

Tornado watch.
Hot air riding up and over
stillness. The horizon
bends like a lens and
darkens to the color of
your eyes.

My skin gives up
whirling leaves of scent

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