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POEMS
DECISION TIME
Either/or, two simple words, But they can fight within the brain. Causing some confusion, Some stresses, maybe pain. To pick one over the other Either this or that, Brings more to that equation Than a simple mental chat. If the human head had traffic lights, Wedged into those brains Those special lights could help Turn some losses into gains. Just a simple sentence Gets the brain inspired. One simple little question, No either/or required. “Should I do this?” you ask yourself And those lights illuminate. Red for no and green for yes! Now wouldn’t that be great? YES!
Judy Dee, Porthcawl
THE LAST PRINCE
The year was 1400, And the great Red Dragon had arisen, Through the barren English tundra, Our forces destroyed the invader’s prison.
Our glorious prince had defied the tyrants, To his banner we did rally, Through blood, sweat and tears, Welsh hope and glory we did marry.
Free Wales belongs to the people, And our people should be free, We crushed the invader like an infected beetle, We destroyed the bourgeoisie.
Glyndŵr stood strong, Day by day he thwarted the English plans, Through poetry, sporting endeavour and song, We united the Welsh clans.
Even after our great prince had passed, The spirit of freedom lived on, The Welsh people shall forever last, “Yma o Hyd”, will be our song.
Rhys Jones, North Corneli
COLD HAVEN
Rest Surf Club my rear and Royal Porthcawl to my right Meeting my swim buddies at first light Morning Sun starting to break the horizon I begin to feel thankful that I had early arisen Adorning layers of rubber from head to toes How this swim will go, who knows Scuttling over the grey jagged rocks into the sea I start to feel that this is the place for me Icy waters biting and stinging my body I follow the lead of my experienced swim buddy Like slow moving sloths we move in no hurry Enjoying the break from life’s stresses and worry Tide races us around the points We effortlessly release tension from our joints Hands and feet start to lose feeling However life slows down and find meaning Making a bee line to the rocks and car We realise that we have swum far Shivering and stumbling over the rocks to get warm A relief to get out of the cold wetsuits we adorned Cranking the heater on frigid hands and feet Looking out over the waters so sweet Bristol channel while beige and brown You are true haven that always turns frowns upside down.
Scott Wakelin, Porthcawl
WHEAT AND PIGS
the sun to my back, I walk toward a moonlit field toward the beacon hanging in the sky
I am drawn to its glow like moth to flame the sun strikes me down wings embered
I hit soft ground cradled beneath both sun and moon scorched wings buried beneath the earth the sun blinding, the moon translucent I fill my eyelids with soil, becoming fodder for wheat and pigs
William Watkins, Porthcawl
ANGELIC HEART
In memory of my grandmother Pem Davies (1951-2022)
Tears, like dew droplets, may dampen the ground, But soon her sunshine will dry them all up. Try to adjust now that she’s not around; Time to get used to her empty teacup, Her books unread and cigarettes unlit. Make space for all the memories to go: What she said, saw, sang, where she used to sit— Smouldering embers in the afterglow. How else to preserve her angelic heart Now it’s something we have to live without? How else to keep us from falling apart? But, chin up, as she’d say, and listen out: For, somewhere up high in the clouds above, A smiling voice is saying, “Hiya, love!”
Samuel Pryce, Porthcawl
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SMILE
There’s nothing like a smile as happy as a sunray, From deep down inside it lightens up the day. Our burden is heavy when faces are cast down, So why not wear a smile instead of a frown. Our journey may be tedious if we stamp and ball and shout, Our faces will impede us, so what’s that all about? Mindfulness each day might help us find our way, Or a kneeling prayer at sunrise, a cheerful shout hooray. Let’s linger a while before the sun comes out And lift up both corners, don’t be a sad trout. God made us His sunbeam, it’s what Life’s all about.
