I don’t admit to being old.
Nor will I put my life on hold.... more »
The silence of the night; profound.
Is broken by a dismal sound.... more »
Although dreams can come true; they seldom do.
We are convinced this rule does not apply
to us. We will be treated differently.
Such is our egocentric point of view... more »
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I’m not sure how I should start
To write a poem on modern art.
It leaves me in a quandary
It holds no real appeal for me.... more »
A brief encounter innocent
Of any forethought or intent
We touched almost by accident
and yet I must confess it meant.... more »
The village streets are dark and cold.
Most stay at home and watch T.V
Its not the place it used be
when coal was king in days of old.... more »
Behold the agile chimpanzee
swing easily from tree to tree
He sees no reason he should be
related in any way to me... more »
When winter comes the forest trees
all do a colourful striptease
Discarding their leaves one by one
until the very last is gone... more »
A column built of rough hewn stone.
By whom or why remains unknown.
Half hidden by dense foliage.
A relic from a by gone age.... more »
Beneath the moon alone I dance
to music only I can hear
Though other folk may look askance
and turn away to hide their fear.... more »
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Accept the fact that men will lie
You know full well the reason why.
Some men believe that if they try... more »
cherry blossoms pink and white.
springtime beauty show.... more »
Deceives our eyes
creates moving shadows
which seem to come and go at will.... more »
The night wind carries from afar
The soft sweet strains of a guitar.
Although the tune’s familiar
I cannot bring its name to mind... more »
Amidst the hills clandestine stills
are still producing liquid gold.
Utilising ancient skills
passed down from forebears; known of old.... more »
Should I regret or just forget.
The things I’ve done or left undone... more »
His lover was in constant pain.
She could no longer bear the strain.... more »
The Moated Grange beside the lake
stands empty now and desolate.
The Marchioness burnt at the stake
long years ago a gruesome fate.... more »
The morning always comes too soon,
when you are locked in loves embrace
You much prefer the gentle moon
to the suns bright shining face.... more »
The morning sun explosively.
Soars aloft from beneath the sea
as though afraid he might be late.
So full of joy he cannot wait... more »
Gladly do I greet the dawn
a new day born for me to see.
The dawn chorus fills my ears.
Banishes all fears: I’m free... more »
Cywydd deuair Fyrion.
I greet the dawn.
A day new born.... more »
The Duchess danced delightfully.
The Duke was cursed with two left feet.
Whilst she was dancing gracefully
the Duke would simply drink and eat.... more »