20230403

Alffi


I've never written an eclogue
But if I did, I know,
I would write it about our dog -
In Autumn fog, in snow,
In Summer sun or Spring time rain,
When it's dark or frosty,
Alffi asleep or awake again,
Dull or Pentecosty,
In heat, in cold, when skies are blue,
Our ball of white and brown.
Good dog Alffi - cocking your head,
And bad dog Alffi - Down!

20221017

Limericks

There was a young man from Cwmbran
Who said 'Listen, friends, I've a plan -
I really can't stay, I 'm going away.
I'll move out as fast as I can'.

There was a young man of Newport
Who felt that his life was quite fraught.
And so for a prank, he robbed a large bank
And great news - he never was caught!

There was a young couple from Cardiff
They started each sentence with 'If ...'
So whatever they said filled the other with dread
And quite often would end in a tiff.

There was a young man from Aberystwyth
His style, it was quite min'malistic.
In his house was a chair, the rest was quite bare,
When his friends heard, they all went ballistic.

There was an old man from Aberystwyth
Who always was quite antagonistic.
If you said that's black coal, he'd say it's white sole,
His ideas were quite idealistic.

There was a young man from Cornwall
Who really was not quite normal
When he went to the loo, he always turned blue,
Whatever he said, he was formal.

There was a young man from Tregaron,
Whose garden was always quite barren,
He used fertiliser, which he sprayed in a visor,
It protected his eye and blepharon.

There was a young man from China
No person you'll meet could be finer
He stood to attention and also I'll mention
A smidgin of rouge and eyeliner.

There was an old man from London
He knew not his flies were undone.
A man they called Joe said 'you're flying low'
But fixing things was a conundrum.


Look! A man from Crossycilog
What an extraordin'ry fizzog
A boil on his chin, lips far too thin
He looks like a startled bullfrog.

20220818

Song of Songs 2:3-6


An apple tree among the trees,
So my loved one, I see.
In his shade I'm fully at ease,
His fruit tastes good to me.

Bring me to your banqueting house,
The banner love above.
Refresh me with apples, my spouse,
With grapes – I faint with love.

His left hand is under my head,
His right arm me entwines.
This is my Bridegroom, Christ, who's led
Me on the fairest lines.

20220729

Wet hands


When I was a child,
My mother's hands were
always wet
- a thing I didn't get.
But now there's no regret,
Perhaps they're even yet,
Though I wouldn't want to bet,
Still getting rather wet.
I'm forever in her debt.

20211227

Sad Haiku,


As I passed the house,
The undertaker arrived.
It was Christmas Eve.

20211224

Wintry Haiku


The snow descending,
I feel warm and snug indoors.
How soon will it stop?

20211127

Davy Jones had too many bones

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his hair,
For he didn't care.
He cut off his hair,
And left his head bare.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his nose
Yes, there his nose goes.
He cut off his nose,
And how the blood flows.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his ear,
All done with good cheer.
He cut off his ear,
Removed without fear.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his thumb,
I know it sounds dumb,
He cut off his thumb
It left his hand numb.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his hand.
He did as he planned.
He cut off his hand
And thought it was grand.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his arm.
He did himself harm.
He cut off his arm
But he stayed quite calm.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his toe
Well what do you know?
He cut off his toe,
His toe had to go.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his foot
Blade to foot he put.
He cut off his foot,
His foot was kaput.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his leg
And put in a peg.
He cut off his leg
And started to beg.

Davy Jones had too many bones
So this is what he did -
He cut off his head,
It drove him to bed.
He cut off his head
And now he is dead.

20210817

Prunestones


I loved a soldier.
I said, make me your bride.
But he went to war, and oh how I cried.
He left me alone, no man by my side.

I loved a sailor.
I said, come marry me.
But he sailed away on the big blue sea.
He left me alone, to weep on the quay.

I loved a tailor.
I said, when shall we wed?
But he went to work with needle and thread
And left me alone, as though I were dead.

I loved a tinker.
They read our wedding banns.
But he walked away with kettles and pans
And left me alone, with old tins and cans.

I loved a rich man.
I said, we'll wed today.
But he got busy, filling barns with hay.
He left me alone, I'm wasting away.

I loved a poor man
And we married in haste.
But some how marriage was not to his taste.
He left me alone, to wane and to waste.

I loved a beggar.
I said, will you be mine?
But the beggar was caught, given a fine,
And left me alone, to moan and to pine.

I loved a thief man.
I said, we'll wed today.
The thief said that marriage was A-okay
He saw all my goods - then took them away!

20210701

Butterflies



Last night I dreamt of it again -
My brother he was five
And I was coming up to seven,
So glad to be alive.

We all into the garden went,
The butterflies to free.
How we had longed for this event -
Mam, dad, the brothers three.

We'd watched the butterflies all grow
But now the time was nigh
To set them free, to let them go,
Release them to the sky.

We stood there in the garden bright,
So long ago those hours,
The jars were opened; they took flight,
They danced among the flowers.

How beautiful the butterflies,
God made their tiny wings.
He made them fair for he is wise,
All praise O king of kings!

20210409

Humility


Watch a seagull fly,
Eye must not cry.
Feet webbed to the earth,
I sometimes overestimate my worth - 
Remember good works on three fingers,
Evil on hands and feet,
Yet I try to seem sweet
But the aftertaste lingers
And my head remembers
Failings and fumblings, footfaults and falls.
But kind people speak to me
And I forget I am humble.
I can never see
How I can be excellent
And never realise or say
But still I pray.

On the dangers of dancing

Dance! Dance! Dance!
Like a tiger on the loose

Dance! Dance! Dance!
Like a gawky gliding goose
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Like a body on a noose.

20210407

Psychology


Sigmund Freud
Would get annoyed
If your feet were on the couch -
He was always such a grouch!

Carl G Jung
Once took a bung
They gave him lots of money
So he'd say something funny.

Abe Maslow
Was not too slow
To put the blame on others
Especially his brothers.

Carl Rogers
Loved the Dodgers
He'd often go watch them play
But not if they played away.

20210329

Miztli

In the land of Monteczuma
Miztli, strong black puma,
Went hunting far and high and low,
Seeking his deadly foe.

Quezelcoatl, and at his side
His dog - his joy and pride.
Xoloitzquintle his loyal hound,
Dog always faithful found.

This famous hound, Xoloitzquintle,
There in Us'macinta,
Lay 'midst reeds, sole lord of his lair,
Who would attack? Who'd dare?

The puma travelled three long days
Then on his foe did gaze,
And then for three more days he lay
To contemplate his prey.

Then Xoloitzquintle, dread dark hound,
Arose without a sound
And saw strong puma, Miztli dark,
Bared his teeth, snarled a bark.

And then suddenly the puma,
Pride of Monteczuma,
Sank his sharp teeth into his flesh,
Tasted blood, warm and fresh.

A struggle then ensued twixt two,
They at each other flew,
Until the massive hound lay dead.
The puma Miztli fed.

Quezelcoatl - he had not slept - 
At such bad news, he wept.
And as for Lord Monteczuma
Champion of the puma.

He built a temple to its name
And sought to spread its fame.
And still in Tula there it stands
The shrine made by his hands.

20210327

Music


I'm in love with music,
Music, music, music.
It's really such a thing -
But I can't sing.

Days

How I long for, O how I dream,
Of days that are now past
Days that now are gone forever
Days that did not last.

All I see now, yes, all I feel,
These days go by so fast
Days that float away forever
Days that will not last.