Trophy – The Mush from the Hill

This one was published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their July theme of ‘Love’. Go check out some of the other great works over there.


She was loved once

She once loved

But love has a cruel way 

Of casting aside those that 

Are seen as no more than

Trophies to be presented

Until the trophy becomes

Battered and tarnished

Scratched and bruised

Then it is just discarded

For no one to love

Not even herself

John is a Welsh Poet from the coastal city of Swansea in South Wales. His inspiration has come from many aspects of his life and the beauty of his local surroundings. He also likes to add a little imagination for good measure. You can read more of John’s work at The Mush from the Hill.

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Incarceration – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their monthly theme – Freedom.


Is anyone truly free?

We sit looking out of

Rose tinted windows

Incarcerated by the

Need for a living wage

Craving cool fresh air to breathe

Fleeting thoughts pass by

Of what is our reality?

Like yesterday’s twitter feed

Blowing in solar winds

Of social media’s cyber space

Fake headlines catching our eye

The truth, a truth so hard to find

The waking day now a monkey puzzle

In a world of who or what to believe

Information overload blinds the mind

Talking down to us like hired help

While patting our heads for being good  

Politicians and conspiracy theorists unite

Welcome to Dystopia the land of the free

Where you will be happy, won’t you!

Because they will tell you how to be

Garbage in, garbage out

Losing our intelligence and free will

It won’t be long and you’ll see

There will be a new spelling

Of the…

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Slaves to Time – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their Monthly Theme: Time.


We think of life as a marathon

But look back and we’ve run a sprint

Where did all that time go?

No more than an emotional glint

When did we become slaves to time?

Living our lives by the clock face

Strapped to our wrists

Ticking at a regular pace

I remember a time when time didn’t exist

I can even tell you the year – 1982

Time was no more than day and night

To live in the moment was all I wanted to do

I was thirteen that summer time

Playing footie over the Ganges Field

My marathon, all but started

With friends and fun, happiness my yield

Now I find time has overtaken me

With less in front than behind

Sprinting towards the finish line

My future no longer defined

Oh time; you liar, deceiver

Letting us believe we will live forever

Like a con artists promise

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Hen Abertawe Da (Good Ole Swansea) – The Mush from the Hill

This one was first published on Free Verse Revolution as part of the February theme ‘Home’ and luckily before I got all grumpy 😂. I hope you enjoy.


Old craggy rocks sit on sandy beaches

With dirt tracks trudged and shaped over time

Or steps of symmetrical concrete provide easy access

Leading up to hills and cliff tops of grass and wild flowers

Surrounding a city, famously named after a raiding Viking King

Or so legend says

There’s a football team, a rugby team

And a marching band with pressed uniforms

Tall hat’s and polished kazoo’s for every occasion

Marching through the streets, as proud as punch and some

Lead by a long silver, orb ended, stick for twirling and throwing

Mind your heads

And on a night of a full moon

When Lady Luna’s at her brightest

The bay reflects her cold light, an icy glow

Cast over a mill pond you could almost skate on

And the lighthouse, shining its beacon for far and wide    

Keep mariners safe

This is my city, my place of…

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