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This is the title poem of my collected poems. Daw haul ar fryn is pronounced dow hile ar vrin Sun On The Hill “Daw haul ar fryn” they say in Wales, “Sun will come on a hill”. So put on your wellies, get out in the rain, and let life’s weather send what it will. Though the landscape is nought but storm-tossed sky with never a sign of a hill, as the storm exults, and ...

The joyful pursuit of imperfection ...

I’m a barfly. In bars I fly. I slap tenners On the wet  Bar top. People stand clear Waiting for me to flop. But I don’t drop. “Whiskey, double”, “Erm Jamisons please”. “Water?” “NO” and “no bloody ice” “You’ll kill it”. “Unless it kills me first” Wish I had a tab Just in case. I don’t fight. I can. But sometimes I glare, at those Those with ego’s Bigger than their ability. I lack civility ...

If this planet, a zoo then, of all, who's the most dangerous animal? The human being. The supreme, the most powerful, putting creation at stake, under the  gratuitous firmament. The weed of hunting, being hunted, so present in the delinquent hunter, destroying the seed of creation, day by day, moment after moment. Chosen, conscious, caring words crowd volumes of leaves, they don't commit, remain comical hence, shelves of awards,  endless accolades throw their weight around, ...

cur tacitus es? ...

Relocating ...

sunset… all lights have disappeared willingly from the outside to enlighten me a dark space all words have ceased, need for big and small talks rest in eternal peace, I feel a sun rising in silence, a soft golden ray, I feel a sense of warmth, I dance with mridangam* right in the middle of stark violence, the wind playing inside the magical flute, the argent touch of the ardent moon tells me how absurdly ...

cur tristis es? ...

Just the truth. Nicky Nicholson New Zealand 1999 His hands shook His face contorted  He fought with  His stomach Every morning Palsy’d whiskey Into his coffee At breakfast Thought no one Noticed As his new day  Was inhaled past His vomit rotted Teeth. His breath stunk His skin was pallid He hadn’t washed His eyes  Were like Dark Stained glass Portholes  As he peered  Out his blurry Life at the World. Through the Dregs in  ...

Come up and see me sometime ...

Write this a while ago, I guess its on the verge of obscurity so I thought I'd get it on quick! Hahaha. TikTok TikTok TikTok times running out. I watched Trump on the TV set When a loud knocking Was at my door. I’d just come from my shower floor. So I put on a dressing gown. She stood there wearing a mask I wandered who I was afraid to ask. Had I seen her ...

Dance Through life. Take a walk down the line. Tell em all “its mine”. When they get in yer face. Tell em “its all our place”! Walk on tall. Don’t you take a fall. Show em all its your place Its no disgrace to walk tall. Yeah come on dance about maybe twist and shout. Laugh in their faces! As you rock and roll. So don’t you want to  twist and shout What its all ...

Despite many attempts I failed. To define life. I travelled between a journey and a lesson most of the time. Then I started reading versions of good and bad, right and wrong, success and failure; Nothing is accurate, nothing perfect. My life, I thought cannot be construed by borrowed fantasies. I came back to spell out. Horrible interpretations of yes and no. Which path to take? I don’t spend my time thinking over it, questioning ...

A rare tropical bird ...

My list of places and circumstances that caused emotional states I can't name ...