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Days That Have No Anchor
Though we have explored
all there is to travel
I still turn to you in awe
Those wondrous eyes
still cause my blood to race
On cruel and foggy days
all jagged nerves
and withered spirit
you lose your gravity
drifting again
on days that have no anchor
And if I must, I’ll do it tenderly
hold you through the waves
of heaving sobs
clutch your trembling hand
and we’ll fathom
the house ...
Wednesday 13th December 2023 5:37 pm
Forever and always
Lost in your blue eyes like I'm floating in the sea
I still get shivers when you look at me
No matter how far we have come
From girlfriend to an incredible mum
You still own my heart, my soul and mind
When I'm with you I fully unwind
You make me the best person I can be
We can take on anything with you beside me
Hand in hand, check to check
I still look at you and for...
Wednesday 23rd March 2022 10:53 pm
Vows
she would swear curses
at adversaries she hated,
enemies got bad scrams,
their prospects down-rated
I'd smile, it seemed a joke,
her mother's just the same,
superstitious nonsense,
some daft witches' game
yet was it really so silly,or
was there something to it?
some victims took poorly,
there was never a minute
free of tragic local news,
some o...
Thursday 29th April 2021 12:48 pm
The Other Woman
The Other Woman
I feel sorry for her
She believes your lies
Wipes tears from your eyes
She thinks you care,
Always be there.
We know that’s fake
Rotten wedding cake,
Broken vows,
Affairs with old cows,
Twisted memories told,
Left out in the cold.
Beaten and broken,
Heart torn open,
All still to come,
Treated like scum,
The future holds this,
...Tuesday 6th October 2020 7:24 pm
Relict
Its amazing how quickly time passes
I only heard about him the other day
I got a call from my cousin Katherine
It was her told me he had passed away
A completely new outfit is essential
At my age you have to put on a show
Time for a manicure, see to my hair
Show them I never lost that old mojo
They'll be wondering will I turn up
It will be fun to keep them gues...
Friday 2nd October 2020 11:11 am
We Must Be Fair To Belinda
Like small children divorces are messy
Legal fees only add to the frustration
But perhaps the hardest thing of all
Is coping with an ex-partner's indignation
It's not easy but we must be fair to Belinda
She gave me the best years of her life
After all she is the mother of my kids
She was, all in all, a half-decent wife
Of course dear, you are my partner now
Bel...
Thursday 30th April 2020 11:33 am
The Land
Sitting to the east
Sloping down to the edge
Of that other world
In the summer sun
In the winter chill
The sentinel watched over
The little family in the cottage in the hollow
Lately it had felt her sorrow
It knew when she left Pant y Lleiniau
And walked slowly along the cart track
To reach the little bridge under the trees
Where she crossed Nant yr Efail ...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 5:20 pm
Diametrically Opposite Mentality
Mother
My son is late to night
A bit drunk
He may be staggering
In the dark.
God please return him back
Insulating him from thug's attack.
Wife
My husband is late to night
In a bar bewitched by enticing eyes
He may be inviting a tart for a dance!
Please devil throw him to hell
He is enjoying himself
Under a spell!//
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Alem Hailu G/Kristos
In The V...
Thursday 19th April 2018 3:33 pm
Future wifey
You’ve never met a girl this futuristic
Never self serving she’s altruistic
She loves to admire your acoustic
Smiles and listens to you do this
You don’t understand her it’s obvious
She fights for love like a lobbyist
You’re oblivious when it comes to feelings
There is no such thing as a glass ceiling
Nights with her will leave you reeling
Monday 26th March 2018 3:44 pm
Monument
After Ezra Pound and Giacomo Leopardi
And so you were
everything to me, that is now less than dust –
lost, captive of the soil
That surrounds and nourishes my soul.
And so now I –
still stranded, umbral shade of past desire –
left, am guardian of sad recall
watching branch and blo...
Saturday 10th June 2017 5:30 pm
In the beginning
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
He wou...
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm
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