Happy Smile

Happy smile is back on my face

Back again with the human race

I breathe out a sigh

Back up on a high

Prettify

And embrace

 

While life feels good the little things

Raises the heart on feathered wings

Blurred vision has gone

Sing with a new song

Bang a gong

Small blessings

 

Depression hides, enjoy the day

For now my blues have gone away

I say a small prayer

Let my soul repair

My welfare

Holiday

 

It will return, no doubt of that

And I’ll have my usual spat

But for now I’m good

Love life, as I should

My selfhood

And that’s that

 

Copyright © JRFC August 2019
Image from Pixabay

As Good As His Last

A poet is only as good as his last poem

And I’ve lost my words

On a path that has strayed from sight

 

With dark shadows hanging on to me

My head bows under the weight

Of guilt, anger and pain

 

My legs wade through a fog

Of vowels and consonants

Jumbled and tangled non scenically

 

I am fake; I am fraud

I know this because I’ve been told

By the ghosts of my dark mind

 

They whisper, always whisper

Of my impending fall

And fall I do, over and over

 

Coming to rest in a bloody pool

Of garbled gibberish

Neck deep in debased humiliation

 

Copyright © JRFC April 2019
Image from Pixabay

Looking for Absolution

It happened again

I let my ego, my passion

Suffocate me with self obsession

Misrepresentation

To take what was given

Without question

 

I’m drowning in narcissism

To the point of being numb

I don’t know what I’ve become

My thoughts so gruesome

In my heart a chiselled chasm

And my soul a shadowed phantasm

 

Can there be any redemption

A way back from abdication

For a wretch lost in translation

Will someone light a beacon?

On this abomination

Awaiting absolution

 

Copyright © JRFC April 2019
Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC

A Nations Anthem

daffodils(I wrote this over a year ago when I first started and my ‘health’ got in the way before I published it. Not this time!!)

I thought it be nice to celebrate my patron saints day; St David. So by way of my Special Guest Post, I present to you the Welsh National Anthem. This was written and composed by a Welsh father and son duo, Evan and James James (yip, you read it right) back in 1856. It’s original name was Glan Rhondda.

Some of you will know this anthem from the many concerts and sporting events that it’s played at, for those of you who don’t have a listen over on YouTube. I have also included the very loose English Translation. Please don’t ask me what I mean by ‘very loose’ as I’m no Welsh Teacher and it would probable take a whole first year in school to explain.

Suffice to say, we’ve replaced the letters K, Q, V, X and Z and added two extra’s to make a 28 letter alphabet.

Enjoy!

Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,

Fathers of the old country dearest to me,

Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;

A country of poets and singers, renowned celebrities;

Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad,

Her courageous warriors, patriotic people,

Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

For freedom they lost their blood.


(Chorus)

Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i’m gwlad.

Country, country, favourable to my country.

Tra môr yn fur i’r bur hoff bau,

Through sea is a wall of the best favorite,

O bydded i’r hen iaith barhau.

O may the old language continue.


Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,

The ancient mountainous Wales, paradise of the poet,

Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i’m golwg sydd hardd;

Every valley, every cliff, to my sight is beautiful;

Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si

Through a patriotic feeling, it is so charming

Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi.

Its streams, rivers, for me.


(Chorus)


Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,

If the enemy raiseth my country to his feet,

Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed,

The old language of the Welsh is as live as ever,

Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,

The dread was not dreadfully horrible,

Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.

Not the berry of my country.

 

 

One Room, One Light

This grizzly little number was posted in July last year and was the result of a bloggers challenge.

One Room, One Light

What’s going on in the middle of the night?

That one room with that one light

 

What’s going on in the middle of the day?

The room with the light that never goes away

 

Remember, curiosity can be a killer

Your mind may boil, your body may blister

 

You know what happened to the cat?

It didn’t end well I’ll tell you that

 

The horrific sight, a man and his wife

Both clinging on for dear life

 

Playing a game they thought was safe

Then lightening balls began to strafe

 

The portal opened, a very large hole

A demons hand to take a soul

 

Their bodies were left all shrivelled and white

Just lying their having died of fright

 

Okay I confess, it’s a story I heard

And agree its rubbish, completely absurd

 

But that one room;

With that one light;

Continues to shine;

All day and all night

 

Copyright © JRFC
Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC