A Tribute to Captain Tom Moore

Captain Tom Moore

You are a legend

For raising so much dough

We think you deserve a knighthood

For the dedication you have shown

 

Walking 100 laps

Round the garden

To raise funds for the NHS

A 99 year old veteran

Britain is well impressed

 

We have followed your

Amazing story

On the TV and online

You’re such an inspiring man

So humble

And so kind

 

Britain has been right behind you

From the first step to the last

And the money you have raised

Has brought teardrops to our eyes

 

It’s your birthday at the end of April

And the country will raise a glass

And it’s rumoured the Red Arrows

Will be doing a fly past

 

You have given the nation hope

In these dark and worrying times

Reassuring us with your wisdom

That things will all be fine

 

Covid-19 won’t defeat us

The pandemic has to end

Now we will brave

The storm together

Til the sun shines again

 

WE SALUTE YOU CAPTAIN TOM

THE NATION’S SWEETHEART!

 

The war against Covid-19

Britain stands united

Against Covid-19

This deadly, invisible enemy

Is the worst

We have ever seen.

 

The death toll rises

By the hundreds

Day by day

Families left devastated

As their loved ones

Pass away.

 

We stay at home

To protect our NHS

The beating heart of the nation

We will be forever in their debt.

 

But their protective armour

Is still thin on the ground

Fear grips the country

Communities rally round.

 

Retired NHS staff are drafted in

To help win the war against Covid-19.

 

Neighbours and support groups

Help the old and the sick

And our local indie food shops

Make sure there is enough to eat.

 

Yet some don’t heed the warnings

And still meet up with their friends

They don’t take social distancing seriously

When will this madness ever end?!

 

At 8pm every Thursday

People open their windows

And front doors

And for a few minutes

We are reunited

In a collective round of applause.

 

We salute the NHS and the carers

The bin men, the cleaners,

And the supermarket workers.

 

We mustn’t lose hope

This pandemic won’t last forever

But we need to stay strong

And we must stand

TOGETHER!

 

So, stay safe and stay calm

And the lockdown will soon end

Then we can all be reunited

With our family and friends.

 

Copyright © 2020 Anne D Morgan

Gossamer Thread

Life is as fragile

As a tiny

Rose petal

A butterfly’s wings

And a spider’s web

 

We hang on

By a gossamer thread

 

The fleeting circle of life

Intrinsically linked

To the shroud

Of death

 

One minute

A living, breathing soul

And in the blink of an eye

We are doomed

Woven into death’s cocoon

 

Time is our most

precious commodity

Don’t waste it

 

Footprints fade

And are washed away

By the tide

As the flowers

Wrapped in cellophane

In the graveyard

Begin to decay

 

An urn full of ashes

Waits patiently

On the mantlepiece

Longing To be scattered

And blown away

Like dandelion clocks

On the summer’s breeze

 

 

Copyright © 2020 Anne D Morgan

Remember Me

When you see

The sweet Spring rains

And feel the sun on your face

On a hot Summer’s day

REMEMBER ME

 

I am a tiny pink bud

The sparkling morning dews

I am the cornflower sky

And the deep blue sea

I am the stars

And I am the moon

REMEMBER ME

 

I am a butterfly

And a little fluffy cloud

I am thunder and lightning

And the breeze in the trees

REMEMBER ME

 

I am the Autumn

When the leaves turn a burnished gold

And the bleak mid-Winter

When the snowflakes fall

REMEMBER ME

 

I am the essence of nature

Happy and carefree

And I will be with you in spirit

For all of eternity

REMEMBER ME

 

So, wipe away the tears

I am all around

Dancing in twilight shadows

Blowing leaves off the boughs

REMEMBER ME

 

Light a candle for me

Every now and then

But live your life to the full

Until we meet again

 

SMILE and REMEMBER ME

 

Copyright © 2020 Anne Deborah Morgan

No time for goodbyes

no time for goodbyes

A menacing black moth hovers

By a brightly burning flame

And suddenly opens

Her hellish jaws

 

Fear flashes fleetingly

Across startled eyeballs

 

She claims her prize

No time for goodbyes

 

A loved one

Crudely snuffed out

Like a candle

 

The spirit flies

As a half-burnt wick

Smoulders in the dark

 

On the mortuary slab

A waxy corpse lies prostrate

With half-closed eyes

 

A knife sears the flesh

To establish cause of death

 

Wild, aquatic stallions

With ivory manes

Ride the crest

Of raging waves

And smash violently

Against jagged rocks

 

In the distance

Thunder roars

 

As night fades and dawn breaks

A ghostly ship with billowing sails

Battles across the stormy seas

Then disappears over the horizon

 

Mourners gather to pay

Their last respects

Fragile and skeletal

Angels stand guard

 

A solitary, molten tear

Trickles slowly down

Grief’s sunken cheek

Seared with pain

 

Shivering stars

Silently weep

In arctic skies

Wearing silver shrouds

 

A tiny white feather

Floats solemnly

To the frozen ground

 

The fire in the hearth

Remains stone cold

 

Time stands still

As Sorrow takes hold

 

Roses suffocate

In cellophane

As parasites feast

Six foot below ground

And broken hearts bleed

 

Soon there will be nothing left

Except skin and bones

 

Meanwhile angels dream

Of sweet spring rains

When new buds will bloom

And butterflies unfurl

Their perfumed wings

 

Copyright © 2019 Anne Deborah Morgan

 

 

 

The moth and the flame

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Love is like the stars

Showing you the way

And guiding

You safely home

When you are alone

And afraid

In a dark,

Frozen wasteland

 

Love is sweet

Like a sugar rush

And pure like honey

She is kind and gentle

Always happy to see you

Wipes away your tears

Gives you a sense of security

 

Love is a drug

Like a shot of cocaine

Running through your veins

Her blissful exotic perfume

Powerful and intoxicating

Suffusing your body and soul

With ecstasy, joy and serenity

 

Love blossoms like a flower

And needs nurturing

But love isn’t always a bed of roses

Her petals can shrivel and die

And love can be cruel

With her razor-sharp thorns

 

Love is like the sea

And a herd of wild horses

It can be unpredictable

A passionate force of nature

Dragging you to icy depths

And through burning hot coals

 

Love is the unity

Of two eternal flames

That fuse and become one

And an invisible chord

That bonds two spirits together

But love takes commitment

To keep her candle burning bright

Or the flame will extinguish

And the chord disintegrate

 

Love is cocooned

In the chalice of

Each beloved’s heart

Her flame burning

Incandescent white

Like an angel’s halo

Brighter than a galaxy of stars

Blinding the moon

And making the sun

Look like a moth

 

Never take love lightly

But if you embrace her

You will discover

The true meaning of life

 

And even when

The ruby wax melts

And turns

Stone cold

The unwavering flame

Will still glow

Bright

In the embers

For love transcends life

And lasts forever

 

Copyright © 2017 Anne D Morgan

 

Over the horizon

 I

Bright, billowing white sails like angel wings

 Shimmer beatifically

In the opalescent moonlight

As an ethereal ship

Disappears over the horizon

Towards a golden lighthouse

Beaming like a giant halo

 Across distant, mystic shores

Leaving a trail of footprints

In the golden sand

And a blaze of shooting stars

 

II

When frost dusts the trees

And the leaves turn brown

When there is a chill in the air

And rain lashes down

When the desolate road is rocky

And darkness falls

When fear

Coils around your heart

Like a serpent of thorns

When you feel you are drowning

And struggle to breathe

And the waves pull you down

Into the icy black sea

When thunder roars

And lightening bolts

When aquatic stallions

Rise from the deep

In angry revolt

When ships are smashed

Into tiny smithereens

And the gloomy wasteland

Littered

With skeleton leaves

III

When you hear the birdsong

On a crisp Spring morn

And inhale fragrant

Pink rose petals

In the roselit dawn

 

When a tiny white butterfly

Unfurls her crumpled wings

Glistening like a snowflake

On a dewy emerald leaf

 

When the sun gently dries

Your tear soaked cheeks

And melts the icicles

That stitch your eyelashes together

Like frozen barbed wire

And sea water heals

The slashes on your wrists

Carved deep when grief

Was etched raw

On your heart

When you fall into a deep slumber

Fuelled by booze and pills

Stalked by insomnia and nightmares

IV

When clouds float peacefully

Across dreamy daisy meadows

And juicy blackberries ripen

In the russet hedgerows

 

When chestnuts roast

And log fires burn in the hearth

When the embers glow

And a warm light fills your heart

V

When a canopy of frozen stars

Blaze like demonic fireflies

 Across the ebony sky

And a flurry of snowflakes

Turn the world dazzling white

So beautifully cruel

When frostbite

Turns your lips blue

And you are skating blind

 On a jagged sheet of black ice

VI

Soon it will be Spring again

When new buds will form

The ice will slowly thaw

From your bleak, shivering bones

And the blizzard will blow away

Winter’s crown of icy thorns

 

Copyright © 2017 Anne D Morgan

Sinner

When dusk falls the sinner’s

Lonely pyre is solemnly lit

With tinder full of woodworm

And choking with dry rot

The holy river shivers

 

Tiny flames like crimson rose buds

Ignite and bloom

Into fiery serpent flowers

With bright, dancing petals

Of incandescent orange, red and blue

Devouring the deceased

Like voracious beasts

The Stars weep

 

As smoke trails away

And the smouldering ashes

Are gently cleansed

Temple bells ring

And a new day dawns

 

Copyright © 2017 Anne D Morgan

 

Stallions and Sirens

A demonic, testosterone fuelled

Galloping heard

Of aquatic stallions

Crash fearlessly

Against the shore

Pebble grey with steely manes,

Tongues lolling, eyes rolling

Foaming at the mouth

 

Forks of diamond white lightening

Slash and burn

The melancholy, inky night

Thunder rages fiercely

Like a tormented beast

The silver alpine moon shivers,

Petrified

 

Wind howls and lashes the

Huge equine beasts

With her frozen tongue

Like an ethereal horses whip

As they rear up on their hind legs

Tangled manes dripping with salty water

Flanks glistening with briny sweat

Ruby calves, shredded by coral

 

Doomed pirate ships carrying cargos of lost souls

Are hurled ferociously against the rocks

Like flimsy matchsticks

And smashed into tiny pieces

 

Scattered like a pile of rubbish over

Jagged rocks along the shore

Torn bodies,

Prostrate like dead starfish

Or Jesus on the Cross

Lie in tatters like bloody rags

Hair strewn with oily coils

Of tar and seaweed

Encrusted with tiny crabs

And bloody seashells

Cracked blue lips caked

With wet sand and barnacles

 

The stallions’ nightmarish watery jaws

Swallow bodies whole

Plummeting them

Into the frozen underworld

Finally, free

From their hellish

Living nightmares

 

Neptune’s beatific sirens

Like otherworldly ice maidens

Wearing iridescent white gowns

And garlands of shimmering seashells

Bury the dead

In their watery graveyard

Weeping silently

Murmuring ‘May God rest their souls’

 

Meanwhile, ghostly hags

Shrouded in ancient black veils

Like inconsolable, jilted widows

Clutch the bloated corpses

Of long drowned sailors

 

Restless Spirits entwine

Like a mangled mass of

Congealed cobweb jelly fish

Then float into the blind abyss

With sinners and whores

 

Majestic Golden Hinds

Appear on the horizon

Filled with weary travellers

Rubbing dreamy eyes

Devilish nightmares are swept away

With the swish of a sail

 

Exhausted stallions retreat

As the merciful dawn unfolds

Like sweet, fragrant rose petals

Gentle waves lap the shore

Caressing the hooves

Of milky white mares

and tiny newborn foals

Sirens comb their silky hair

Sitting on bejewelled rocks

Once more peace is restored

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Anne D Morgan