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STAYING SAFE AND IN ISOLATION FOR THE VULNERABLE
In this time of pandemic and coronavirus, We all have our rightful needs, Whilst many shops and individuals, Sell extortionate priced items out of greed.
Staying safe and in isolation for the vulnerable, For many weeks ahead just hide, Stopping the spread to those who it could affect, Sadly so many have already died.
Be patient and follow the guidelines, The two-meter rule is still in place, Far too many idiots not taking any notice, And it’s a massive disgrace.
So many people visiting the seaside, And other picturesque coastal places, Still sanitising and wearing latex gloves, Whilst wearing masks across their faces.
David Boyce Brackla, Bridgend
MASK
If your face is the last face I see Even if it is a strangers face It may not be the right face But it is a lovely face Though it is masked And with eyes that look sad It will be the last face I will see. I have loved and been loved I have met many people that have touched me And they that I have touched I have known the feelings of tenderness And the moments of tears and regret But this feeling is not known to me A feeling that I have not felt before Two people alone who have never met before One whose body is dying and one whose heart is dying.
Malcolm Price, Porthcawl
SOUND WAVES
The mighty ocean serenades the shore, With songs of far-off lands and sun-kissed skies. From gentle strings to full orchestral roar, In seven swells the moon-led rhythms rise. Wind-whipped white horses dance on borrowed time, While seagulls soar on ballerina wings. Our natural world revolves around their chords, Those seven puppet waves on lunar strings.
The mighty waves crescendo on our ears, But as they hit the shore with all their might, They crash into the rocks and granite cliffs, And shatter, tinkling spray into the night. Its spirit broken now the sea retreats Dragging ebbing feet on shingle shore. Takes its time rebuilding strength until Its music can begin again. Encore!
Judy Dee, Porthcawl
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Birthdays are so special Cards and gifts and fun With candles on a scrumptious cake Good will from everyone
For each of us are special Hand-made by God, with love And yes, there’s only one like you We’re so glad that you’re alive
But now –another birthday Of the church of Christ, God’s Son And we are all invited and Yes, gifts for everyone.
No need of cake for candles There’s flames dancing o’er each head And the sound of mighty rushing wind For Christ’s risen from the dead.
And He’s moving now in power Wanting everyone to come And celebrate the birthday of The Church of Christ God’s Son. Happy Pentecost!
Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl
JUST ONE MORE
Just one more look, just one more hug, Just one more chance to say, I miss and love you so much, Each and every day. Just one more special moment, Some extra time with you, To say the things I didn’t say, Is that so hard to do? Just one more laugh, just one more joke, Just to hear your voice again, That’s all I’m asking from you, To take away this pain. Just one more of your sunny smiles, To store inside my heart, To help heal the ache inside me, For each day that we’re apart.
Marilyn Cook, Bridgend
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NURSERY RUMOUR 5
Little Miss Muffet Decided to rough it And camped in a field of hay Jack and Jill came down the hill And took her bucket away.
Bob Davies, North Cornelly
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