The therapeutic ramblings of an amateur Welsh poet
It's my second anniversary today. "Second" I hear you say. Allow my to explain, very briefly; we've been married for quite awhile but we've been together for much longer. So we like to remember that date as well. Some might say Ahhh, some might say Ewww; I say your absolutely right. Happy Anniversary Mrs, love …
Here's one I posted on my Face Book page a little while back under the the collective title I call MftH Shorts. Hope you like. Boys Night Out A boys night out, sitting round the table Drunk on jokes, feeling willing and able A wink to the girls, a grunt to the men Back to …
How do you say goodbye to a friend? Friend’s come from all places and in all guises. Friends mean different things to different people. Friends stay, friends leave, it is what it is… Life. There are those of us that have life-long, special friends. I’m one of the lucky ones; we may not see each …
Well this is the last part of my first collection of poems. About a group of boys who through luck, fate, karma or whatever it is you believe in are, nearly 40 years later, still the best of friends. I thank each of them for their belief in me telling this story and the support …
Piano Dan What can I tell you About Piano Dan As well as being An exceptional man Clever and talented Most people would say But the green eyed monster Kept staring his way He didn’t deserve The lot he got But he stood his ground Rooted to the spot With shoulders held high And an …
Larry Long There was a young American His name was Larry Long Blonde Hair Blue Eyes An accent of pure song Tall and thin if memory serves As clever as they come Good looking Zit Free A Package, the total sum Came over here in ’78’ This Boy from another State His friendship strong An …
Jasper Then there was Jasper With a want for freewill The dreamer of the pack Whose mind was never still Not the smartest of the troop But their company he loved Although sometimes with Dan Was a push and a shove Jasper was the movie man From under-the-counter they came Classic video nasties Not what …
Marcus Marcus was romantic Unique was his taste Always giving a wink to girls he’d love to ace A ladies man He dressed so well A bottle of Aramis, they would always smell Five O’clock shadow He could easily wear Like hairless cats others couldn’t compare Played in a band Guitars and Drums He …
Through my intermittent passion for writing, I have had moments when the idea of wanting to write and publish a story was very compelling. Unfortunately, the realisation is that the time and effort it would need is something that I can’t practically give. Poetry however, does resolve a lot of issues for me. The time …
