The therapeutic ramblings of an amateur Welsh poet
Walking through your dreams You see the path ahead A moment to catch your breath As you ponder the next step The path is no longer true But a ladder leading on, higher In front of you Its destination is fog bound There is no trace Just the rungs, bending and turning Like the …
I came to you in good faith The dawn of new begins With the fire of aspiration You opened your doors welcomingly But I missed the sign over it Abandon hope all ye who enter here These long years have been a toll On my weary mind Bricks and mortar You’re bad through and through …
Greg Lake and "I Believe in Father Christmas" I love this song, next to Queen's 'Thank God Its Christmas' this is one of my favourites. Sung by English musician Greg Lake of the group, Emerson Lake and Palmer and lyrics by Peter Sinfield it made number two in the UK Singles Charts in 1975. Held off the number …
Why do you tease? With words from afar That I have grown to love And believe Words I read so personally Only to be passed by And forgotten By the next page you write You draw me in with your Warmth and kindness And excite with your Sensual fiery odes Only to …
Haiku from the Hill I hate being ill Nose blowing, eye streaming hell Man-Flu strikes again Copyright © JRFC December 2018 Image from Pixabay
White noise in my ears Attempting to drown out The voices in my head Taunting and teasing “You suck!” Out of its cage Depressions grip takes hold Its talons digging in To soft matter “Nobody like’s you” Lifting the mania high And dropping it in to The barbed nest of dejection …
Is this not one of the best Marvel Movies in the galaxy... Thor Ragnarok. I love this and all the movies, regardless of the fact their owned by Disney, I love um, love um, Love Them. This song is an absolute classic from Led Zeppelin. I particularly love it when it's played in Mr Schneebly's van in School of Rock. This …
Haiku from the Hill Can’t help but read all Like or dislike, means nothing Your words hypnotise Copyright © JRFC November 2018 Image from PixaBay, modified by JRFC
First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their November ‘s Theme – Desire. Hope you enjoy.
She couldn’t help herself
Trophy after Trophy
Damn she was good
So determined, so adaptable
Rumour has it
Her record time was six minutes
Messy but oh the reward
How does she do it?
I heard she started young
Small challenges at first
Getting bigger as she grew
Now a master of her practice
In, out and no-one knows
She was there or how she does it
They never see her coming
She still hasn’t been caught!
Her latest; what a triumph
You must have read about it?
A man in the woods
Not much left after the wildlife got to him
But she got her trophy
Even took the dogs
And its collar as a bonus
Real desire that is
What a professional
What a Femme Fatale
Copyright © JRFC October 2018
John is a Welsh poet from South Wales. He gets inspiration from many of life’s moments with a…
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Thomas Hardy and The Darkling Thrush Thomas Hardy was an English novelist and poet born in 1840. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot and influenced by Romanticism from the likes of William Wordsworth. Talk about name dropping. I found this poem when looking for something with a Wintry feel to it. Not only that but the rhyme …
