POEMS THE BEGINNING OF THE END D-Day Part One
‘Long sobs of autumn violins’, plays on the radio, Our whispers of freedom begin to amplify, There will be an end to our sorrow, Soon, the Nazi regime will die. In two weeks Fritz will collapse, In two weeks Normandy will be free, In two weeks their bitter blood will run from the taps, In two weeks Hitler’s torturous command will no longer be. ‘Wound my heart with a monotonous languor’, we hear, Although those words fall deaf on corrupt ears, Our righteous goal is clear, To give the Nazis hell along with all their peers. In twenty-four hours we will fell the trees, In twenty-four hours we will cause a helluva fuss, In twenty-four hours the Nazi juggernaut will be on its knees, In twenty-four hours we will remove those who persecuted us. I do not worry if I am punished, Nor do I worry about the hound that hunts me, For all tyranny will be vanquished, And we shall raise a toast to our heroic victory. Rhys Jones, North Cornelly
SOLUTION Lower the heating! Cut down on eating! Don’t bath, take a shower for less! The rising cost of energy, Is causing much distress. Experts offer their solutions, Be it wind or be it sun, Wind may not blow, sun may not shine, When all is said and done. Remember, we are an island, Surrounded by a sea. An extremely powerful constant, That is always going to be. Water is an asset, It’s been utilised before. There’s sufficient power in those waves To depend on it once more. Why not make use of all that water, Harness the power it provides. May the future of our energy, Be determined by the tides. Catherine Millard Payne, Bridgend 18 | seaside news
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I FOUND A JOB
NO GRAVEN IMAGE
I found a job in sunny Porthcawl, 44 Apartments Standing tall.
What skills describe the glory of One Who made man from the dust of the earth? By the word of his power called forth moon, stars and sun, Each sphere of infinite worth.
Many kind Residents And all so happy, Even though their building Was a little tatty. So in the January We upped our sticks And thought it through To try to fix. A washer arrived With many a smile Our lovely residents Had waited a while. Now onto the roof, As the storms were harsh We need it repaired And made to last. Scaffolding arrived At 8.15 Lots of lads And oh so keen. We’re surrounded by metal But that’s ok The maintenance men Will arrive one day. The leaks will stop No rain will come down Our residents will smile And no longer frown The ‘good’ tumble drier Was next to break A part was ordered So our hearts Won’t break The Office is open So please come in Your new Manager Susan works from within So we all pull together At Pavilion Court And all future buyers Our apartments Will be bought As we have the sea And many nice shops And delicious Ice cream There sure is lots. Susan Burns, Porthcawl
Then why should we seek by our skills to describe A God greater than all we desire, With metal you hid in the bowels of the earth To form a god who comes out of the fire? Know that your Maker may not be defined By skills that to you he has given For only through Christ can his glory be known As we enter the Kingdom of heaven Then may we not think of our God as too small Or shrink him to what we desire But with trembling and awe draw near through the Son And find him who’s revealed in the fire. Exodus 20: 4-6 Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl
50 OVER 50 Fifty over fifty A challenge has been set. I had to make a list Of targets to be met. Some were walks in nature, Others hobby based. Careful plans were needed, Don’t act in too much haste. I’ve knitted little daffodils For St David’s Day. Also little Easter chicks To donate to Age UK. I’ve taken ‘postcard’ photos Of some stunning views. Now I’ve done this poem To send to Seaside News. Judy Dee, Porthcawl
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