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1916
1916
What moved them to throw caution to the wind
To break out of committee room and bar
Ignoring those who warned this was too far
Those who later condemned and said they'd sinned
What fearsome lightning their resolve confirmed
To face artillery and armoured car
What deafening thunder what shooting star
Incited rebellion, what fire that burned
In bra...
Monday 16th January 2017 10:07 am
CROSSWORDS IN THE PUB
We’re doing crosswords in the pub
Because that’s what lovers do
When they fall out of love
Crosswords in the pub
We don’t speak much anymore
Except to discuss clues
Because that’s what lovers do
When disenchantment ensues
We’re doing crosswords in the pub
But at least we’re still together
Keeping each other company
Uncom...
Thursday 17th September 2015 11:09 pm
FIELD GUNS
FIELD GUNS
A pair of field guns stand
Backs to the castle
Redundant barrels
Harmlessly aimed
At the high street
A sign reads
'Please do not
Climb on the guns'
As if children
Could pose a threat
To these two
Retired killers
Worn with age
Weary with boredom
Never to speak again.
We stare for a while
Examine them closely
Find nothin...
Friday 3rd April 2015 6:00 pm
THE DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S
THE DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S
Is this ritual or adventure
See how quickly
The words are written
No longer anonymous
Is this a box to check
A form to fill
A contract to renew
An essential procedure
The mind indifferent
Even irritated but....
The heart restless
Insistent that this
Is not an option
Ink on cardboard
Flesh on flesh
One forever...
Friday 13th February 2015 3:06 pm
JANUARY
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
LOVE
LOVE
Love hides in the gap
Between sleep and dawn
In the space under stairs
The air above skies
And the void below ground
Love is neither left nor right
Up or down, in or out
It will not be confined
Like a ship in a bottle
Or restrained like a horse
With bit and bridle
Love keeps no appointment
If you ever meet love
It will spring out
Wit...
Friday 26th December 2014 3:18 pm
PLASCRUG
PLASCRUG
There was a great ditch
And an avenue of trees
Leading directly
From the busy town
To the cemetery’s silence
Ornate gates sick with rust
Relics of grander times
When they marked the way
To ancient Plascrug
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water
There was a Scout Hut
Near a playground
A row of park benches
Where we sat i...
Friday 21st November 2014 6:57 pm
ST BLAISE
ST BLAISE
St Blaise is the patron saint
His image adorns the walls
Defender of Dubrovnik
Also patron of the throat
Once a year as a young boy
Two candles beneath my chin
Held tightly to form a cross
To celebrate the feast day
And to keep my voice from harm
The priest mumbling his blessing
We sail out of the harbour
Anchor a little way off
...
Wednesday 13th August 2014 12:05 am
EXCITEMENT
EXCITEMENT
That snow white Vauxhall Cresta
With its red leather seats
And stunning chromium bumpers
Flashing through the town streets
In the front passenger seat
I waved to friends going by
As dad raced the engine
Keeping the rev counter high
That pure white Vauxhall Cresta
With its iconic look
A classic sixties motor
The best one in the book
The pu...
Monday 16th June 2014 6:23 pm
BERSHAM
BERSHAM
We wonder amongst the ruins
Rusting trucks and cutting gear
Severed cables protruding
From weathered walls
And the pit head wheel
Still proud above us
Preserved temporarily
By municipal crumbs
And volunteer labour
Only open occasionally
For public inspection
We whisper questions
Reverentially
Here the miners lamps
Here the cramped cage
...Sunday 20th April 2014 3:36 pm
THE OLD COMMODORE
THE OLD COMMODORE
This faded slab stands to commemorate
David Lewis of ‘The Conqueror’ late
A Montgomery man ‘The Old Commodore’
Who served under Nelson in times of war
Then as a harbourmaster in peacetime
A grand old seadog not far past his prime
Here in Aberystwyth he lived and died
His watchful eye always on the tide
In this peaceful town on Cardigan Bay
He dropped...
Sunday 23rd March 2014 7:50 pm
THE BOMB THAT DIDN'T EXPLODE
THE BOMB THAT DIDN'T EXPLODE
It’s still remembered today
The bomb that didn’t explode
That crashed through the church ceiling
During the Second World War
Sparing some three hundred lives
A replica may be seen
Here in the vestry corner
At St Mary’s in Mosta
With photos of the soldiers
Called to make the real bomb safe
And despite votive candles
...Tuesday 24th December 2013 8:06 pm
NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
This man won medals for bravery
Served in a world war
Mourned for his dead comrades but never
Complained about it
Came home, collected his demob suit
Walked away whistling
Determined to make the best of it
This other man lost a limb, didn’t care
That you would notice
Completed his education then
Went on to hack it
Never asked for...
Friday 15th November 2013 8:21 pm
IS THIS POETRY?
IS THIS POETRY?
When you wear your thin dress
And look at me
Is this poetry
When I touch your arm
Casually
Is this poetry
When your eyes shine
Magnificently
Is this poetry
When we lie together
Silently
And the breeze lifts the curtain
Gently
To reveal the moon shining
Romantically
Please te...
Saturday 4th May 2013 10:23 pm
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