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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Needs Must
When the skylarks rise up singing.
Their morning hymn to greet the day
Praise songs set the welkin ringing.
Because they know no other way
To show their heart felt gratitude.
A very different attitude
from men who rise reluctantly
And curse their waking bitterly.
The see no reason they should sing
They are convinced the day will bring.
Back breaking work to earn their bread.
When they would rather stay in bed.
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New Rules for M lady Tara
Pretty kimonos.
Now replaced by western dress.
Progress: I suppose,
function before prettiness
Old traditions
are discarded carelessly.
Modern notions
displace the old courtesy
No one show respect.
Me first is the constant cry
A price we must pay.
Following the western way.
In our striving for success.
No time now for politeness.
A choka sonnet
Saturday,16 January 2010
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Wilfully blind
A never ending tragedy.
The history of the human race.
Why is it that we cannot be content?
to live in peace with grace
Why must men seek to dominate,
tell other people what to do
Why can’t they just negotiate
There is no need to resort to
violence. As we always have
which earns us nothing but a grave
A lesson in futility
which as a race we cannot see
A never ending tragedy.
Man is his own worst enemy.
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I am what I am
I am what I am
I try my best to show
So other people know
That I’m a gentleman.
Because I think it best
to differ from the rest.
I am not a macho man.
I am content to be
seen as ordinary.
Though I am a gentle man.
Balassi Stanza
13/05/2009
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Moving Pictures
The slowly burning logs inspire.
Half forgotten memories.
Moving pictures in the fire.
Recalling scenes from the past with ease.
Other times and other places
Recollections from long ago
Of the friends I used to know.
Where are they now? I cannot say
Our paths diverged and we lost touch.
The glowing coals make my thoughts stray
and I remember far too much.
The things I did or did not do.
As I recall the past anew.
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Almost Competent
Too old to learn, I don't think so
Old dogs can learn to do new tricks
Although the process may be slow.
Once they grasp it, it will stick.
I learnt to use my first P/C
When I was over sixty two
I mastered it quite easily
And it completely changed my view.
Of the world and all that's in it
Now it only takes a minute.
When I have something I want to share
The internet has set me free
To share my thoughts poetically.
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I wonder why
Veiled in mystery
Men cannot foresee
what will come to be.
But still we try
We are not meant to see
what must come to be
inevitably
But still we try
To see through the veil
athough bound to fail
We can not prevail
but still we try.
Curiosity,
we can’t satisfy.
Is the reason why
men have to try.
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Inevitable conclusion
Inevitable.
All who are born will surely die.
Nobody can escape their fate
Be they of high or low estate.
We may not know the reason why.
Each one of us will have to wait.
All who are born will surely die
This is a truth none can deny.
We must accept that soon or late
Our time will come Death will not wait.
All who are born will surely die.
Chaucerian Rondel
21/08/2009
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Bare Feet for Thad
A centipede does not wear shoes.
If they were offered he’d refuse.
Say he’s afraid they’d hurt his toes
and he knows best I must suppose.
Although I do suspect that he
makes excuses Cos he’s lazy.
He’d have to tie a hundred bows
which I think would drive him crazy.
If I was forced to go barefoot
I am quite sure it would not suit.
For shoes are something which I need
but then I’m not a centipede.
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