Tag: poems
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Poetic Philosophy Science
If all the sub-atomic particles in my fingernail grew to the size of a small orange how big would my fingernail be? If every molecule of water in a full bath grew to the size of a drop of water how many baths would it take to hold them all? If you could read the […]
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Croeso – Welcome
NOTE: THIS SITE IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REDESIGNED SO MAY BE A BIT WONKY What’s it all about then? No one’s got a clue really, but we try to do our best. This website exists to display a bit of one person’s attempts to do their best. When I say ‘best’ I’m not […]
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An early walk to the weir
An early walk to the weir young gulls, learning loving, cold, water rushing, falling casual crows, black, white-necked, doves pecking, grass ducks, basking, blissfully, bathing, warm, bright, gold, late summer, sun river, tumbling endless, rushing, song Annie’s bench sitting, silently, thinking days, ahead, days, long gone. Again swans, duck, dive tails, aloft beaks, beneath, sparkling […]
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Everything Changes
A link to my songs on Bandcamp that I wrote some time ago and recorded last year along with Dafydd as Mwgwd https://mwgwd.bandcamp.com/
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A deliberate poem – Brown Black Birds
I wrote this poem yesterday while sitting in my car in a car park in Cardiff. It took around 15 minutes to write and another 2 minutes to record after reading it through. The original text was not edited and neither was the recording, but I was tempted. Sometimes the raw unedited material has something […]
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Table 9
19:15-Chapter TABLE 9 It’s kinda tucked away at the side of the Café-Bar near the entrance to the Art Gallery Table 9 A place to look to assess to judge and comment There’s a woman with her daughter slurping on soup and munching on salad and drinking diet cola A family with two parental figures […]
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Poem – Twin Towers
Here is a poem written after the event Twin Towers I was wounded first – the blow caught me in the neck. I couldn’t breathe, then – with a whoosh of fire, my mouth opened and huge clouds of smoke fled out. I didn’t realise I had such energy, such love. I smiled when I […]
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It’s a collage
It’s a collage, that’s what it is, it’s a coll-fucking-age
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some poetry work-in-progress – podcast
Related Posts:Podcast, September 10th 2022 – Sorrow
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Morning
Just found this in an old word doc from February 2000 Morning
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Interjection
(Interjection on Wednesday November 18th 2015 – as I’m typing this into a Word document ready to be copied into the book that this will end up in. The interjection is this – is it possible that an intelligent person could practise a skill – say, like writing, for decades, and write countless words until […]
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What are the secrets?
What are the secrets you’ve discovered today? Did you find out where the wizards play? Are they as wise as they claim? Or is it just a clever game? No one can win. No one can lose No one can challenge the life that you choose.
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Call me a novelist
(This is a personal note to myself – please ignore.) I’m a writer. There’s no doubt about that, as you would see if you bothered to explore my website. It’s mostly about writing and most of it has been written – by me of course. Problem is ‘writer’ is too wide a term to be […]
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This just happened
A big black fly fell dead from the sky. It hit me in the eye. This isn’t a lie. ***** (Here’s the proof)
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Something New
There seems to be nothing there, but there are the uncountable billions of past experiences in this or other lives. Then there are the uncountable possibilities of future experiences plus of course the endless experiences occurring now. And out of this nothing something new has to emerge . . .
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Poems for competitions
Impact Delivery Reception That’s how it comes That’s how it goes As if from a parallel world where: You are a Goddess And I am not your lover But I am I am! ###
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wednesday, march 4, 1998
radical writers gather at the dylan thomas centre on wednesday night in early march during st david’s week also known as ty llen in the maritime sector of swansea. with nigel jenkins, who says ‘i’m just a gower farm boy’ and ‘i make bugger all from my writing’, others discuss cabbage soup, and mike jenkins […]
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Time Revisited
(i) As the planets roll I am caught in a bubble on the sub-atomic motorway Trundling at the speed of light there is only one view, an overall that covers all and warms this creature All the magic of all the ages is contained in my pocket. (ii) The balls of our vision roll as […]