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Stu Buck on Cosmology 101 (3 days ago)

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jennifer Malden on Y Lolfa (Mon, 18 Feb 2019 04:46 pm)

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Dave Caplan on The Old Field Gate (Wed, 6 Feb 2019 10:38 pm)

jennifer Malden on The Old Field Gate (Wed, 6 Feb 2019 05:57 pm)

Chris Armstrong on Dyn Hysbys (Mon, 4 Feb 2019 03:27 pm)

raypool on Dyn Hysbys (Mon, 4 Feb 2019 01:45 pm)

jennifer Malden on One Last Frozen Tear (Thu, 31 Jan 2019 03:47 pm)

Dave Caplan on One Last Frozen Tear (Thu, 31 Jan 2019 03:36 pm)

Cosmology 101

Chaos seems the wrong first word:

no light

no sound

no time

and nothing moving e'er occurred

 

Chaos speaks to me of chance:

a move

a crash

a force

that happen in time's dance

 

So before chaos, ah, but stop -

no before

(no time)

so just

stasis as creation's dark backdrop

 

Some cosmic joggle, as if perhaps

god sneezed:

atoms move

and ...

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Stranded High

Yet

My heart aches, and clouds hold fast my mind

Thought still I hear

The silence of the waves

The silence of their Siren pull

wash like hemlock through my senses

Their echoes crashing on my island shore

Returning to the sea

Unheard

Their hushed harmony

Foams surging up my beaches

A descant imprinted on my strand

Whispering back to the squalls

Unheeded.

Ne...

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Aubade

First, it is only that the tree

is more a presence

less a shadow

beyond my window

then other horizons

light their resting clouds

with a subtle pre-dawn glow

that slowly sets the first gold sun glint

on each high branch above

against a new pale blue sky -

will dawn chasten my succubus

end our companioned time?

that half-felt fragile warmth beside me

seems to s...

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Images of a High Tide

harbour entrance swell

river bridge

above the beach

the scraping rattle

millions of stones

sucked off the beach

returning to the sea

 

beside the harbour wall

crossing waves

rearing waves

joining

breaking in foam

crashing

onto the shingle

the vast pull

of the receding sea

the undertow of sound

 

the bay

grey brown sea

under a blue sky

...

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Summer Seascape

In the sun's mid-day heat

I see the tall field grasses flow, swell

and come towards me in waves               

surging before the day's wind

the seed-head spume constantly bowing

seems to fall on the field strand where I stand.

The rhythmic onslaught of the waves

continues through the long afternoon - 

a tide of wind-driven swells and rollers

always flowing to my feet, w...

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Y Lolfa

My rhymes form in clouds

over the arm chair

beside my note books

and the fire

 

My lines are captured

and preserved

in the remains of the forest

immortalised on its pulp
 

My words are held captive awhile

in the bright prison cells

where machines etch their pain

on smooth white sheets

 

My once quiet thoughts crash

noisily onto the leaves

again and ...

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When She Left

the pain of the vacant page                                      stage

for the dance

of my pen

 

the fear of the frozen mind                                        blind

  to the hope

 of a rhyme

 

the silence of an empty house                                spouse

to the song

of my word

 

the hush of unwanted time                                      chime

t...

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The Shed

Hanging in the shed

Are four dead pheasants and a woodcock

 

On a makeshift table

Some half-eaten sandwiches and a thermos

 

A drab green waterproof

Hangs on a nail above some boots and drips

 

The man sits talking to a friend

And rubbing his damp hair with an old towel

 

Outside dogs are sniffing around the cars

Ignoring the rain one man is hunched over his ...

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The Old Field Gate

I rejoice to see that old wood five-bar gate

that still stands guard beneath the ancient beech

to a field sloping gently down the hill.

 

The gate from an old farm track - now lost to time -

has seen so many seasons, so many harvests pass

and must have known an age of scythes and stooks

of horse drawn harrows, ploughs and wooden carts.

 

What could it tell of the village...

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Snow Fields

The soft blown snow that fell five days ago

Crisp frozen now by these five frosty nights

Still blankets all the fields and moors to show

Where pheasant clattered off on noisy flights

While footfall of the lesser birds is scribed

Less deep; and here a small bank vole has run;

There passed red fox and rabbit side by side

Though time kept them apart and saved the one

At the wo...

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Dyn Hysbys

There are no wise men any more

their old wisdom is lost

no old spells that cure

no potions endure

where once they saved the farmer's herd

the mystery is blurred

and spells that helped a marriage spurned

are no longer learned

the people who once were in their debt

turn to the internet

 

There are no wise men any more

their actions show their flaws

no old spell...

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One Last Frozen Tear

"Heavy Snow in Wales": 30th January 2019

 

A sheet of pure white covers her face: that land I thought I knew

frozen beneath its covering, buried ever deeper in its icy tomb

the contours I know so well:

every dip and valley; hill and gully

smoothed by this mantling shroud that descended

as time slipped slowly away, locking us in its white eternity

 

One last frozen tear d...

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Calon Cymru

I have always been

On the bleak bald mountain

I have dwelt through the ages

At the deep source of the fountain

Guardian of all knowledge:

Before they knew me

I was here

 

When this land was fashioned around my soul

Sole guardian uncrowned

Then  I loved this mortal mound

Tenured on God's holy ground

 

I have always been

At the brow of the hill

I was th...

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In the pale moonglow

In the pale moonglow when I awoke

somehow shadows seemed the darker

as mantling the land, that soft white cloak

of crystal shine leaves them starker

 

What cold mystic spell holds fast my hand

what eerie charm doth my fate seal

in darkling night whence daylight is banned

with what ice maid have I to kneel

 

As my eyes take in my ghost white bride

one last iced tear...

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Black Starlit Dream

In the frost sharp moonless night

the stars light the air

with a quiet and mystic brilliance

much closer than of yore

as a still quiet

blankets

the world below

 

Through the cold crystal dark night

a ghost drifts the grass

silent echo of a whispered flight

tree high above my eye

its soft locus

stalking

the land below

 

Through an ice star argent glea...

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Juvenal 2 (: Europe 0)

I will! I will join Juvenal

at the North world’s end

on the frozen ocean ice

if one more lie is penned

another argument to slice

our country from its friend:

to make us pay the price.

Enough! We see the trend

let that one vote suffice

another will just offend

divide and not entice.

Let the peoples’ will transcend,

better not to ask them twice!

We’re doomed to...

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Harvest Memories

Glorious was that day:

Star rich the summer sky

Amongst the sun warm hay

We stole a sack on which to lie

 

Warm was that night:

Grass framed the starry gems

Below the hov'ring kite

We kissed amongst the tall grass stems

 

Heavenly was that tryst:

Grass rough the bed we made

Below a dusky mist

We took our love as grasses swayed

 

Fierce was that lust:

...

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Grandad's Christmas Reverie

He thought

All I want is here

the tree that reaches the ceiling:

with the decorations the boy had helped hang

and the lights he could reach

to pull off

He thought

I hope they like my gifts

the presents beneath the low branches:

with the labels that the girls had turned over

and peeped at to see

which was theirs

He thought

I am alone with Christmas

the many...

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