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Who was he? Welsh bardic form

Cywydd Llosgynrog.

I am forced to live alone
All those I knew long since gone.
There’s no one left who loves me.

This must be the penalty
I pay for longevity
It will be my turn soon

I am waiting patiently
Death will claim me finally
I will be happy to go.

There’ll be nothing left of me
but a fading memory
Which will be soon forgotten.

Thursday,11 February 2010
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Lady in waiting.2011

I live alone, my family
and all my friends are long since gone.
There’s no one left who cares for me.
Others have problems of their own.
I’ve had my share of happiness
and known the depths of misery.
My life now seems to matter less.
So I am waiting patiently.
For death to come and set me free.
Each night I pray I will not wake..
I think that death’s forgotten me
just overlooked me by mistake.
I’d welcome death quite happily
but even deaths abandoned me.

Friday,18 February 2011
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Morning Ritual.

Cywydd deuair Fyrion.

I greet the dawn.
A day new born.
My hymn of praise
I gladly raise.
As I should do
and so should you.
We know it’s true
that praise is due
An attitude
of gratitude.
Would be seemly
But we are free
To choose to sing
or do nothing.
It may well be
that unlike me.
You do not pray
to greet the day
That is your choice
But I rejoice
to see daylight
banish the night.
That’s why I raise
my hymn of praise.

Tuesday,02 February 2010.
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Fidelity Personified for M'lady Ernestine.

Fidelity personified

Though he was old he was still spry
enough to manage on his own.
Although he’d had a family.
They were grown up and long since gone.

The kept in touch spasmodically
by letter and by telephone.
But very seldom came to see
him in the home they’d known.

Throughout their happy childhood days
But times moves on and so did they
They chose to go their different ways
and one by one they moved away.

Dad would remain until he died
and would be laid to rest beside.
The woman he had loved the best
to join her in eternal rest.

He tends her grave with loving pride
He brought her here his blushing bride.
Together always til she died.
She’s waiting on the other side.

He’s sure he will rejoin her soon
beyond the mountains of the moon.
Still faithful to her memory
he waits to join her patiently.

Sunday,29 August 2010
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Black & white and shades of grey.

The curfew marks the fading of the light.
Now is the time when shadows congregate.
In hidden corners where they wait.
To welcome eagerly the fall of night.
Although by daylight forced to hide from sight.
The fall of darkness sets the shadows free
To go about their business secretly.
The quiet hours when the shadows claim their right.
But dawn will come and with the dawn daylight.
The shadows then are forced to hide away.
Throughout the day, to wait impatiently
Counting the hours until the fall of night.
Though where the shadows hide no man can say
With any degree of accuracy.

Tuesday,07 February 2012
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Life is for living forfriend Thad.

I’m musing on mortality.
Which seems entirely apposite.
I think at my age I should be.
I can see clearly with hindsight.

As I recall the distant past.
Three quarters of a century.
The long years all too quickly passed.
Experience that made me, me.

I know that one day I will die.
I cannot know when that will be.
So until then I can but try
to use my time productively.

I read and write, I paint and draw
and I maintain my interest
in everything I’ve done before
and tackle new projects with zest.

Although I was born long ago
I don’t admit to being old.
Because I’m wise enough to know.
I should not put my life on hold.

Take to my armchair, watch TV
As others may expect me too.
Sit back and just wait patiently
for death. Something I will not do.

Until the day I die I’ll try
to live as I have always done.
I will think optimistically
and find each day some time for fun.

Saturday,03 April 2010
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Sick fancies of a tired mind

A bell rings out, a deep toned bell.
A single chime; that’s ominous.
What does that single chime foretell?
So resonant and sonorous

It marks the passing of the hour.
Perhaps the passing of a soul
It issues from the ivied tower
and echoes imitate its toll.

I long to know but I must wait
while night hours crawl slowly past
deliberately to agitate.
It seems to me the night hours last

much longer than they ought to do.
When aches and pains keep me awake
Although I know it isn’t true.
It seems to be for pity’s sake.

My morbid fancies lead me to
conclusions that I should not draw
As morbid fancies tend to do
more often than they did before.

There’s nothing left in life for me
I’ve run my race I’m satisfied
That friendly death will set me free.
I‘ve been alone since my wife died.

I know I won’t hear my death knell
I find the thought amuses me
but there is no one I can tell
about this thought that tickles me.

When my call comes I will rejoice
I’ve long been waiting patiently
but we are given little choice
I will greet my death eagerly.

I’m weary and I long to go
but know I have to wait my turn.
Although I wish it wasn’t so
I must wait patiently and yearn.

16-Jul-08

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Rivalry2010

A clear but broken line of white.
Divides the blue sky from the sea.
A crimson sail comes into sight
and draws the waiting watchers eye.

She knows her man is sailing home.
Where she is waiting patiently.
He knows he’ll get a warm welcome.
She hopes to win him from the sea.

His other love his cold mistress.
With whom she battles constantly.
Although at times she feels helpless.
She won’t surrender easily.

She’s sure she’ll win eventually.
Her love is stronger than the sea.

Saturday,21 August 2010
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Thankless Task.

Thankless Task.

Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.

In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..

It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.

When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,

Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.

Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.

Thursday,25 March 2010
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Assayed and found wanting.

I saw a(lady) passing by
and I was very glad she passed
Everything about her was a lie.
Pure deception unsurpassed.
Despite the glances which she cast
in my direction hoping to.
Snare my attention hold me fast
She did not know how much I knew
about her somewhat shady past
.She only saw me as a male
who could be fooled from first to last
Her efforts were to no avail.
I can tell gold from common ore
because I have been fooled before.

Sunday,28 February 2010
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Hope overcomes experience.

I understand that love can die.
Without a cause apparently.
There is no point in asking why.
We must accept that agony
replaces erstwhile ecstasy
We used to share so long ago.
So we decide reluctantly
the time has come we must let go.
We can retain fond memories
or do our damndest to forget
though neither can be done with ease.
Because we are not ready yet.
No doubt we’ll fall in love again
undeterred by our past pain.

Thursday,27 May 2010
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Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

Begone wan ghost what wantest thou.
Why dost thou haunt me constantly
I owe no duty now to thee
I did whilst thou didst live but now
There is no law that doth allow
a long dead wife to harass me.
When kindly death hath set me free.
I suffered thy tongue long enow.

Thou wert a shrew with bitter tongue.
Thou didst not hesitate to use
to make my life a misery.
The choice I made when I was young
led to a lifetime of abuse.
God knows I am well rid of thee.

Sunday,07 February 2010.
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Flight of fantasy.

No moon tonight, the sky is indigo.
The stars appear as points of brilliant light
against the backdropp of the darkling night.
Far too far away for us to ever go.
And yet perhaps in time, you never know.
We may one day exceed the speed of light.
Though until we do we can claim the right
to send our questing minds where we cannot go

Our minds are free to defy gravity
and travel at the speed of thought.
We can indulge our love of fantasy.
Our minds need no technical support
although we know it is not reality.
Things may not be, as we were taught.

Thursday,13 May 2010
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Faded photograph

A snapshot taken years ago.
Somewhat lacking clarity.
Of some young guys I used to know
In fact the skinny one is me.
The other two I can recall,
their faces well but not their names
Although I try nothing at all.
My memory is playing games
I wonder where they are today
I wonder if they remember me
The passing years erode away
your memories ability.
To regain any access to
some things you know that you once knew

Monday,13 February 2012
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Uisgebaugh for Friend Thad

Uisgebaugh

Now is the winter of my discontent.
The damp and cold exacerbate my pains.
Because my every joint complains
I must resort to using liniment.
An old fashioned, proven medicament
Although I do not know what it contains
I’ve used in the past for muscle sprains
It warms my ancient bones to some extent.

I find malt whisky very comforting
If I combine the two I find I cope.
With fact that I am growing old.
I sit and sip while waiting for the spring
Which will return before too long I hope
A sovereign remedy against the cold.
.Friday,26 February 2010
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Intellectual Property

.

The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.

30/06/2009
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Perceptions.

Extinguishing the candle flame.
Initiates my nightly game.
My room’s subject to subtle change
as questing moonbeams re-arrange.
The shadows which were left behind.
So everything is now outlined
in silvery reflections.
Altering my perceptions.
Highlighting things that generally
I overlook, just do not see.
Recalling distant memories
of half forgotten fantasies
Which gently lull me off to sleep
So much more fun than counting sheep.

Sunday,31 October 2010
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Am I? for friend Thad.

I think therefore I am but I
can only be aware of me.
If I should ask could you reply
with well considered honesty.

I am as I appear to be
to myself with my inner eye
Or do you see me differently
and if so can you tell me why.

Or will you simply lie to me
and tell me what I want to hear.
Because you think that you can see
the truth might be too much to bear.

I think therefore I am but I
Cannot claim true validity
There’s no real way to verify.
The simple fact that I am me.

Monday,25 January 2010
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Miseable existence.

Miserable existence.

I don’t admit to being old.
Nor will I put my life on hold.
As others think I ought to do.
I have a different point of view.

There’s so much that I want to do.
Each day I can find something new.
Something I have not done before.
It’s not a case of either or.

Let oher people vegetate
If they're prepared to sit and wait
in their arm chair and watch TV
Until they’re switched off finally.
When death decides to swing his scythe
and end their travesty of life.

Saturday,04 September 2010
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It makes no sense.

A dog goes mad and is destroyed
A danger to society.
Why do we strive to avoid
the use of the death penalty.

Why do we pay to keep alive
a madman that we cannot cure.
It seems unjust he should survive
His victims didn’t that’s for sure

There is no cure for his disease
No chance at all he will be freed,
no way that he can earn release
He should be put down humanely

Why should he live in luxury?
with all mod cons provided free.

Saturday,05 December 2009
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Soldiers Dream. for Friend Thad

Across the bridge over the stream
then down the path to the sea shore.
Where I was wont to sit and dream.
When I was young before the war.

My country called and I obeyed.
I joined the ranks of fighting men.
Although I would have rather stayed.
I thought I’d soon be home again.

I did not know that I would die
along with many thousands more
Who lie beneath a foreign sky.
Far from their home for evermore.

I lay and bled amongst the dead
and as my life blood drained away
I wished that I could be instead
back home dreaming beside the bay.

The path way leading to the sea
The wooden bridge across the stream.
I seemed to see them vividly.
A dying soldier’s final dream.

Thursday,11 February 2010
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