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POEMS
REST BAY MAY THE 29TH THE SUNFLOWER
Come here to rest oh fair one, Come here to rest, to pray. Ah, it would be more helpful if only you could stay.
And yet you have to leave here but ere you may return, if only in your mind’s eye to gain the comfort that you yearn.
Sian Owen, Porthcawl
PETAL
“Don’t leave me Petal” I constantly said. You chose me that day and slept on my bed. You soothed me throughout my darkest days, When it was sometimes hard to see through the haze.
Under the duvet on times we’d cuddle, You comforting me through all that muddle. You’d raise your head and lick my tears, Wiping away all my fears.
You always helped to make me laugh, Remember the day I found you in the bath! You loved all the dogs who came to stay especially when you stared and teased and taunted them to play! May the twenty ninth, A day that changed my life. No longer was I single, I became your loving wife.
My father walked me down the aisle, And left me by your side. A young and happy couple, A bridegroom and his bride.
Our wedding vows were spoken, You gently took my hand. On my special finger You placed that wedding band.
We worked and saved together, To buy our special place. Three children quickly followed, Painting smiles upon our face.
That special day stays in our hearts, A memory so clear. It was in nineteen seventy one So fifty years this year!
Judy Dee, Porthcawl
ADDICTION
A flashing amber sunflower For the Brave New ‘normal’ World, Heralds a golden summer. Bold, blinking, with fiery acrylic rays And wispy, waving wands Of watercolour washes, Burnished into a burning heart. Food for thought And for the birds in winter. Her greetings are convivial company, A perfect subject for Art, Through which I sense the fields in France Across the years in which they grew. Their striking splendour, damp and rustic, Like the cottage in Chenavel, Poncin, With a large, old, creaking bed in its rafters, Conversation at evening by an open fire, Huddled in a shawl. “Comment ca vas? How’s life these days? “Ca vas bien” those days reply, Almost hidden from view, Before the blushing, vermilion sunset closes in.
Sally Richards, Porthcawl
You left me Petal. But you’re out of your pain. You’ll always be near until we meet again.
Sue McAllister, Porthcawl
THE GREATEST GIFT
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GUITAR LESSONS SOUTH WALES
An enemy is creeping Yes, stealthily seeking To bind us with chains forged with evil and spite But we’ll fear not his malice As with Samson a-sleeping No, we’ll fear not his chains But rise, escape from this plight.
But, as spider his victim would bind ever closer See, the chains of our foe now heavier cling Wake up, man of God, beware of your danger That hinders your service to Christ who is king He surely will help you, break chains that would hinder Rise up now and fight for He victory will bring.
Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl
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Oh what a gift to be alive, to gaze out at the sea To feel the sand beneath my feet, the still tranquility Oh what a gift to be alive, to walk amongst the trees Get lost in nature’s tiny worlds amongst the birds and bees Oh what a gift to be alive the patter of the rain, the rumble off thunder, the flash of light that fills my window pane Oh what a gift to be alive, to see seasons rise and fall and appreciate that being alive is the greatest gift of all.
Eve Victoria, Porthcawl
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