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POEMS
CONSEQUENCES
Time slowly fades, As each day is made. All of us admire the sun, But we’ve become blind to the damage we’ve done.
It all started here in Britain, In the crucible of the Industrial Revolution. We blew carbon into the sky, And watched as the plants died.
Heatstroke, sunburns, fire, It’s all treated as a satire! It’s all a joke, not really serious, Wrong! They’re all delirious!
Bears and penguins die in heat, While politicians take their seat. An action must be made, and fast, For the world will not last.
What ice will there be to find? What snow to cool the mind? How can we grow any corn? In this dreadful storm.
Carbon emissions are too much, Do we really want to drown the Dutch? There is no ‘Planet B’, To save the world, that’s up to you and me.
Rhys Jones, North Cornelly
ANGEL POWER
I’m reaching out, Can you take my hand? Things don’t always go The way they’re planned.
Your life should be fun And not like this. Let me take your pain And leave you bliss.
It won’t take long As I know you well, I will keep you safe From the gates of Hell.
You just need to believe That I’m your best friend, Have faith in my magic, Angel Power has no end… Marilyn Cook, Bridgend
FAIRY LIGHTS IN SOME SLEEPY HOLLOWS
Coloured lights flicker along the eves and apple trees Among some sleepy woody hollows. Roman candles glimmer in windows And all is still among the trees Upon a cold mid-winter’s eve. Sparrow, blue tit and starling twitter at fat ball and seed, Up in the crinkled, golden beech, Swaying from rosehips, Swooping and fighting for cold crumbs. Morning skies are red, gold and glorious, Shepherd’s warning? Of a sleeping plague that steals upon the innocent fold Like the nightmare wolf? Or a gathering storm? Holy Spirit of Christmas, Cradle of New Hope, On this peaceful, silent night, Where fairy lights shine Among some sleepy hollows, Restore us to health, Lull us gently back to Happiness In the deep mid-winter.
Sally Richards, Porthcawl
THREE SCORE YEARS AND TEN
Those threescore years and ten They won’t come round again. I’ll store them in my memory box, To look at now and then. Those cards with birthday wishes, The helium balloons, Those little voices singing ‘Happy Birthday’ tunes. Then there was my family, Bearing gifts and loving words. Memories of years gone by Within my mind were stirred. A birthday like no other, A perfect work of art. That special day stays with me, Gift-wrapped in my heart.
Judy Dee, Porthcawl
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THE WINTER OF DISCONTENT
What has happened to our country? Our lives are in disarray. Vital services taken for granted Are being gradually stripped away. Money may be the root of all evil But why blame people striking for more, When the cost of living is rising, Wages don’t cover what they used to before.
Food and warmth were once a priority, Now most can’t afford the cost. The basics of life now a luxury At a time when they are needed the most. Doctors and dentists were everyone’s lifeline But now for the wealthy not the poor. Sadly old age and ill health bring problems, It’s a desperate plight that’s for sure.
Royal Mail, British Rail, NHS and firemen!! It’s no wonder they want to give vent. But where does this end, is this progress, Or ‘the winter of our discontent’? We find money, to give to others, Some much needed in far, foreign climes. Our fundamental structures are broken, ‘Charity begins at home’ at such times.
Catherine Millard Payne, Bridgend
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