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Hello...
My name is Alan J. Morgan. I was born in 1939 and got a basic education. I served in the
Air Force for 22 years and am happily married to Maureen. We have three daughters and five grandchildren. Maureen and I have
lived in Norfolk since 1972. My writing became serious during the summer of 2002, initial inspirations being some early poetry
I wrote in my courting days and realising that I could do better...
At first People & Nature sparked the urge to write in rhyme, then to venture further
into the realms of the Mystic, Mythology, Spiritual, Romance and the odd splash of humour... I have already had the pleasure of seeing some of my writing in print. Hopefully, I have included a varied section
of subjects here for your enjoyment. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and my poetry.
Alan
With deep deep sadness I must inform you of the sudden death of my beloved
friend Alan
Morgan. Alan passed away on Sunday, October 22 2006.
May he rest in peace and may his family find comfort and strength in their love
for him and in their love for each other. Alan was my precious Soulmate...
He will be loved, honoured, cherished and remembered, always...
Bless You, Bless You, my Beautiful Angelboy and thank You for Everything...
Rikki
Nympaea Alba…
I
play the soft romantic rôle of Nymphaea Alba
oh…so
lightly lightly ling’ring
on
our musing mountain-spring
the
pure October air ablush and shivering…
I
know your lovely lively Spirit will fly by
in
just a sigh…to sing and waltz with me
to
lay with me, mildly amerging
with
my maiden lily-soul…
we’ll
sense the Whole of Nature’s Wonder
in
the sweetness of our unity
we’ll
see the sheerest Light ‘long Heaven’s hills…
a
whispered windchime of emotions
will
be whirling through our allembracing thrills…
I
hear the breathing of your silver wings nearby
my
cream corolla widely opened to your smile…
and
while the frailest jaden grasses frame
the
image of our dream we’re being lifted
by
Love’s One eternal stream…
Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller
Sunday,
22 October 2006
Alan dedicated this lovely poem to me...
Quiet Moments
Give time each day to sit and ponder,
Let your mind amble and wander,
Leafy
avenues of tranquillity,
Soothing calm of serenity.
Shut out the stress of every day life,
Becalm your mind of
mortal strife.
Take time to seek your inner being,
The calming light of love you are seeing.
Remember that life
is not all smooth,
Sometimes it will feel your deep in a groove,
But its quiet moments that lift you up,
To once
more drink from a loving cup.
To hold hands with those who are close,
The ones who you love the most.
And to
receive for what you give,
Making your mortal life worth to live…
© Alan J Morgan
Thank you, dear Alan...
Nature's Garden
To
walk with nature with spring in the air,
Her garden cloaked in blossoms fair.
Daffodils, violets, crocus, blooms in
full array.
Showers come, to freshen the floral spray.
To walk with nature in summer, telling her story,
Her
garden changed, corn waving in all its glory.
Summer breezes tickle leaves on trees green,
Lazy days to relax and dream.
To
walk with nature in autumn’s gold,
Days shorter, nights come in cold.
Leaves change in a confusion of colour,
Little
left on trees for cover.
To walk with nature in her winter grace.
Frosted cobwebs like silk and lace.
Snow falls,
a blanket of white,
Countryside now, another beautiful sight.
To walk with nature all year round,
In her garden
beauty always found.
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Wintertime,
In your heart the sun will always shine.
Alan J Morgan ©
30th. March 2003
Wolf Spirit
A
lone wolf on a mountain peak,
Looking down from her guardian seat.
She is a legend in her own right,
A voice of spirit
heard in the night.
She travels on earth, and on another plane,
Native Indians, a great spirit they claim.
She
is the silent one, a sentinel they say.
Guards humanity by night and day.
She too in a spirit to those who heal,
A
vision of beauty, she is very real.
Healing messages she carries near and far,
Comfort and soothing, where ever people
are.
She hears the cry of those hurt and in pain,
Brings calming thoughts like gentle rain.
Washing away inner
stress,
Giving hope and love, all shall bless.
© Alan J Morgan
17th. February 2003
Whispering Breeze
Sweet whispering,
of an evening breeze,
Lightly caressing, all that it sees,
Like invisible fingers, a touch of a feather,
Soothing,
bringing mind and body together.
Leaves on the trees give it a voice,
Hushed, yet clear, what is said is your choice.
Grass
and the corn, gently sway,
As it passes, quietly on its way.
Across the land, picking up every sound.
Carries
the voices, of country and town,
This breeze, mystic in its charm,
In its wake, leaves a tranquil calm.
This
gentle drifting of natures air,
Ambling, meandering, all to share.
As in all of nature, it has its own way,
From
early dawn, to the end of day.
It has no beginning, or an end,
But just to drift, and to blend.
From the warmth
of summer, to winter freeze,
Is the calm, of a whispering breeze…
Alan J. Morgan ©
Full Moon
A full moon in Her glory
shine,
Upon this Mother earth of mine.
In fullness only, seen from dusk till dawn,
In such Her energies fully drawn.
This
moon that casts Her silvery light,
Bathes the earth on a cloudless night.
Her strength is felt from shore to shore
As
roll the tides for evermore.
Her glow is the sun’s reflection,
And shines brightly in perfection.
This
light She gives without demand,
Upon mankind without command.
Her cycle is her own will of might.
Not following
rhythms of day and night.
Her fullness praised in ritual bold,
In chant and rhyme blessings told.
As a Goddess
praised in ages past
This moon of brightness wisdom cast
For old faiths alike will forever be.
The servants of this
Goddess they call ‘She’…
Alan J Morgan ©
25th February 2005
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