Defiant

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Nothing’s lost until it’s lost
Mid these deceits and lies.
The fight goes on despite the cost;
The tattered flag still flies!

© T Morgan 10/9/2019

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Storm Waves

My first week at sea was in a storm. Threw my guts up all week and never been seasick since

Storm waves

Storm waves they rise up stark and steep
Upon the ocean dark and deep,
‘T is they that make the widows weep.

Storm tossed great ships careen and sway,
Like toy things for the Fates at play
And who’s to know this is their day?

Their day, when they are lost from sight,
Destroyed by Nature’s dreaded might,
In this there’s neither Hate nor Spite.

Though Nature has both power and Grace,
For each there is a time and place
To thrive or simply sink from trace.

Storm waves they rise up steep and stark
They tower up so grim and dark,
When storm tossed none may disembark!

Storm waves they throw ships to and fro
And what their Fate is none may know
When Nature’s might be here on show.
Will we reach home or sink below?

© Trevor Morgan, 14/4/2019

The Betrayal

The Betrayed
(Tune: My love is like a red, red rose)

We live beneath a grand pretence,
The rulers mock the ruled.
The mask has slipped so much makes sense
And now but few are fooled.

Let us end the strain and doubt,
See promises are kept;
Let us now throw deceivers out
For too long we have wept.

We wept to see this slow decline;
To see our proud land fall.
Let us throw out deceiving swine,
Rally to Freedom’s call!

We are not free when ruled through lies
But slaves of foul deceit;
So now it is that Freedom cries:
“Throw out each sneak and cheat”

We’ve lived beneath this grand pretence,
Where rulers mocked the ruled.
The mask has slipped now all makes sense;
We’re not here to be fooled!

Be gone now all of this deceit
“Throw out each sneak and cheat”

© Trevor Morgan, 14 April 2019

From: “The Children of Gewis”

Problems?

Problems

Problems with prostates,

Problems with piles,

Problems in mouths

With toothless smiles,

Problems with skin;

But wrinkles it’s said

Are not such a bummer

As dropping down dead!

© Trevor Morgan, 1/3/2019

Folly

The sonnet.
I love the limitations and restrictions of the discipline required in writing a sonnet.
There may well be just so much pointless folly in this

Folly

He gazed upon a shipwreck and he saw it was his life
With all the bits of Hope along the shore;
For Fate it seems it likes to twist the knife,
A missed chance passed beyond him like before.
Ambition was in bits like much flotsam now;
Each little piece like what just might have been
Turned his beach to a sort of mess somehow;
This was a thing he wished he had not seen.
To seek to do good work leads but to a fall,
To strive with might and main a pointless thing,
like dreaming you achieve a clarion call,
It’s life, not death, that bears the poison sting.
The earth it spiralled on about the sun
This dying microbe grieved for things not done.

© T.Morgan 2014

New year thoughts 2014

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In 2013 I had a heart attack and survived:-

2013, over now another year that brought its problems and was survived. This time it was a heart attack:

A New 2014

The dreadful year is over now at last
I seem now on the mend as is my Muse
Events move on, one danger now is passed.
But what’s ahead, who knows, to win, to lose?
With scars upon my heart but not my mind
Well not from those events of that one year
Events we know they come and are unkind
Yet where there’s danger there’s not always fear
There’s damage to my heart and yet it beats
And glad to say I know I’m not alone
For Fear comes from the thoughts of what’s unknown
And Death is known to me with its conceits
In time I know he always has his way
Till then I live to read and write each day

Adventurers & Tinkerers

Adventurers and Tinkerers

Chorus

Adventurers and tinkerers
Built our wondrous nation;
Then rent-seekers and ol’ fat cats
Reduced all to stagnation.

While those who risk, they may well lose;
But, some of us will gain.
There’s no way we may safely snooze,
Nor live free of all pain.

Chorus

Adventurers they crossed the earth
Seeking markets out,
Latching on to things of worth
And not held back by doubt.

Chorus

Through trial and error things get made,
Each novel new creation;
This is a spur to brand new trade
And needs no explanation.

Chorus

But how great tides they ebb and flow,
For tides we know must turn;
For fortune can both come then go,
Where folk they do not learn.

Chorus

The first Queen ruler

Queen Seaxburgh (A.D. 672-674)

The land it seemed adrift as in a dream.
In summer’s sultry haze most seemed so still,
Yet ripples on the eddies in the stream
Reflected sunshine warm on waters chill.

Each bird that flew it flew with languorous flight,
With no clouds now, the sun baked some fields dry.
A warm portent of famine and of plight,
But torpid folk seemed too fatigued to sigh.

For where’s the strength to sigh in so much heat,
Where is the strength to do that much at all?
And all now droops before the Sun’s deceit
Save for one blackbird with its warning call.

Her old lord king was dead and gone to Grace,
This mother of a king now ruled his land.
She held the reins a short while in his place,
Though all was still – tumult was close at hand.

The envy of the lesser men so low
Just would not see a woman could be wise.
As envy at its height brings nought save woe,
A tumult stirred beneath the still blue skies.

From: “The Children of Gewis”

© Trevor Morgan, 15/10/2018

Dream of a sailor’s soul

In Memoriam

In February 1964 I was stood next to the guardrail on the quarterdeck of HMS Albion as the body of a young man, sewn up into canvas slid from under a white ensign and splashed into the Sula Sea. On returning to Singapore we buried another man who died  on passage. Not all old days were good
Some things burn into memory, thinking of then I wrote this:

 

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Words copyright of Trevor Morgan

Music copyright of Janet Morgan