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HE DID THE REST
HE DID THE REST
(For Barry John - Rugby Legend)
Never a man
To overcomplicate matters
"Chuck me the ball
And I'll do the rest"
His simple philosophy
Retiring before the age of 28
Because he'd had enough
Already a lifetime's worth
Of achievements to contemplate
In the decades that followed.
In New Zealand
They called him 'The King'
Back in Wales
A g...
Thursday 22nd February 2024 12:07 pm
EQUAL IN GREATNESS
EQUAL IN GREATNESS
(For Michael Collins – Astronaut 1930-2021)
The fourth person to spacewalk
And the second
To orbit the moon alone
While fellow crew members
Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong
Walked on the lunar surface
Sometimes glory is shared unevenly
But greatness often depends
On those backstage
Silently pulling levers
And watching instruments
Al...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:36 am
A ROUGH DIAMOND
A ROUGH DIAMOND
(For Norman Hunter 1943-2020)
His name always evokes a smile
On the faces of footballers
Schooled on the uneven battlefields
Of a different era.
Days of the enthusiastic header,
Demolition shoulder,
Iron obstruction
And scything tackle.
Even those who carry no torch
For Leeds United or England
Today nod in respect
For a player who did as asked
And fulfilled hi...
Saturday 18th April 2020 1:12 pm
INSIDE A CHRISTMAS CARD
INSIDE A CHRISTMAS CARD
Inside a Christmas card
From prisoners afraid,
In a factory in China
Where nothing much is paid,
A handwritten message
From poor souls enslaved,
In oppressive conditions
Where festive things are made.
Telł somebody beg the authors
The truth about this trade,
That those who make big money
Our wretched lives degrade
So in this season of goodwill
When joy sho...
Thursday 26th December 2019 1:24 pm
THE COLLECTOR
THE COLLECTOR
Thou shalt pass the plate of brass
With felt to deaden the ring of coins
Or take the collection
In bag of leather or bowl of wood
Remembering to avert thine eyes
At the widows mite
And the rich man’s notes.
Thou shalt wear a smile
Of indifference
Even unto those who turn their heads
Or pass the parcel quickly to their neighbour
Or over th...
Friday 19th April 2019 10:39 pm
A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE
A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE
Poor Dai never got the hang of it,
At school in our first lesson
On art appreciation
We studied
'A Man Holding His Horse'
By George Stubbs.
The teacher issued us
With notebooks
In which to record
Feelings and impressions
Arising from the painting.
Dai wrote...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 10:06 pm
A TIDAL RELATIONSHIP
A TIDAL RELATIONSHIP
Ours was a tidal relationship,
It ebbed and flowed
Over hidden shipwrecks,
Sometimes calm,
Sometimes smashing defences,
Opening cuts on beaches
Then healing them
With the soothing sand
That fills each wound.
Ours was an unsteady relationship,
Seaweed covered driftwood
Slid beneath our feet
As we slipped and stumbled
Over the flots...
Friday 29th June 2018 9:03 pm
A55
A55
Wet windscreen
High up
Near Holywell,
Relentless rain
Pounding glass
Obscuring
Merseyside's
Distant landmarks,
Eyes focussed
On tail lights.
Soon we descend
Heading eastwards
Leaving behind
Welsh hills
Veiled in mist,
Wipers waving,
Overtaking,
Still listening
To Liverpool
On the radio.
Monday 16th May 2016 9:41 pm
PAUL KANTNER
PAUL KANTNER
(1941-2016. Jefferson Airplane)
Don’t you want…
Something different from those straight singers,
Fresh faced kids in suits or beach wear;
Something better than a Willy Loman future,
War in Vietnam and conscription;
Soldiers with guns on campus
And the politicians
The ones you wouldn’t…
Somebody to love…
Yeah she was a banker’s daughter
Oh man, but her voice
Wa...
Monday 1st February 2016 9:55 pm
HAMLET FROM THE FRONT ROW
HAMLET FROM THE FRONT ROW
In the front row ready to watch Hamlet
I stretch out my legs contentedly
“These are the best seats and the cheapest
You can see everything from here”
Says the guy next to me
“It’s like being part of the action”
I nod politely
The ghost doesn't appear
We have to imagine him
At the back of the theatre
So we swivel our heads
Unco...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 8:14 pm
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
TOO LATE
TOO LATE
Too late now to strike sparks with words on poetry’s anvil
Too lengthy a journey of diversion and distraction
Now weariness forces me to pause
Beside this twisted trail
My wrinkled hand trembling as I write;
Inspirations of a lifetime compete for attention
Triumph and disappointment fight to be immortalised
But the sands fall steadily
In a glass that w...
Sunday 2nd February 2014 11:31 pm
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