I remember innocence and warm September rain,
I remember Batman when he was just Bruce Wayne.
The day had dawned and the day was good
And they packed their books and started to walk with their
Trauma and tragedy - bedfellows grim …
Illness and ailments, personal sin …
What’s to become of
Just what is the point when you've nothing to say,
When your own mundanity lays siege to my
It really doesn't matter
For Earth exists no more…
Mankind has left the building
Though I cannot eat this Yuletide
Nor partake of drink as well …
I will join with those who love
High on a branch in a tall, tall tree
A little bird whistled and sang merrily.
The warm wind blew
“White, white swan in a blue, blue sky,
Where do you go to? Where do you fly?”
“I’m off to the
If now’s the time to lay me down
To sleep beneath the earth,
Then do not shed a tear for me
As the sun lays down in the Western skies
The colours speak to you –
And the moon rises up with a
Ninety six reasons they lied to the world,
Ninety six reasons they lied…
Ninety six people who
Oh Aberfan the mighty
We share your sense of grief
For those who went to school that morn’
Eyes towards Heaven, lifeless and dead…
Staring at nowhere, sunk in your head…
When death embraced
On an anonymous street behind a locked door …
As people walked by, she lay on the floor bleeding
See the mother with her baby,
Bag of bones and sunken eyes…
Heartbreak in a Third World
“No coffee past two,” the doctor he said,
“Caffeine is no good, it will mess with your head!”
I remember how you guided me
When I was in the dark
And how you’d set my mind at ease
With just a
I gaze upon your photograph
Remembering that day…
Your beauty and your perfect smile
When you’re sat all alone and unhappy
And your children have flown the nest…
When you yearn for
I wake from my slumber and edge out of bed
Then reel to the kitchen whilst sleep clears my head
Oh flaming orb of gas and power
Come bring your warmth this birdsong hour,
Embrace my world with
Happy, happy, happy,
Happy, happy, happy,
Happy, happy, happy…
It started with needles and brass drawing pins,
She wanted to hurt herself – pay for her sins.
How lonely the life of the gifted and young,
How tragic their death can be too…
How sad that your
In the womb of Holy virgin
Safe and snug and deep within,
Little Jesus wriggles spritely
In the amniotic ocean
Little foetus floats on by,
Unaware of parents watching
And the bloodline goes on
With an egg fertilized,
As the test it confirms
And they sit
He was enigma
And would talk in tongues
Foreign to the masses.
They embraced his lust
“Duw, that Dylan Thomas bloke can write ...
I hear he likes to drink and likes to fight,
“Sing for your supper Gwilym bach,
Go and stand by there on the hearth.
Don’t worry on that
I have three feathers –
Three feathers on my arm,
And underneath it says “Ich Dien”…
A town of myths and legends,
Of murder and revenge –
A town of laughter and of tears,
It is dark in here…
Dark, oppressive and foreboding.
Herd my emotions
The dark creepeth in –
O’er yonder hills,
‘Cross yonder fields…
I look through my window and what do I see?
A stringed quartet and they're playing for me...
I've been abducted by aliens,
I've seen how the other half live –
They took me away on a
As David swam with the dolphins,
Ziggy, the Major and me
Decided to travel the universe
I am hunter.
I am carnivore.
I am linguist.
I am lover.
I am warrior.
I am thinker.
This fucking town is fucking dead
It’s had a bullet in its’ head.
Fucking drugs and fucking
Three cheers for the new Royal Baby,
And “Hurrah” for the proud parents too...
Let the bells of
The smell of pine, a glass of wine,
A toast to days gone past…
The children sing a Christmas
This is not poetry, this is not verse,
This is just prose –
As the bells ring out for Christmas –
Presents lay beneath the tree,
Children dream of Santa
My battered brown case that I carry with me
Is filled with the dreams of mans’ destiny.
It is so
Midstream, on rock, ‘neath Nantgaredig Bridge
You sit, unbowed, in flowing linen – white.
Why did I live when so many died?
It makes little sense to me.
The guilt I still carry around in
T his fine country gentleman stood in a field,
H e works for his master protecting the yield.
Go fox go, flee from your deadly foe
And leave the baying hounds in your wake.
Get away, and live
Preseli blue stones that spring from the ground,
Mystical ley lines converge all around –
Tsunamis that call round at Christmas
And earthquakes that visit at dawn,
Floods that wash away
T here through the seasons from summer to spring
H e stops the winged creatures from coming
Post traumatic stress disorder –
Play it on your thoughts recorder…
Pull the curtains, dim the
Raise up the flag – you gave of your best,
And as for pure courage, yes, you passed the test.
When life seems all but over
And all around looks lost …
Your memories are fading fast
Just who was he kidding?
The whole world bore witness
To his stupidity.
Enough of a brain
They found this man in Pakistan,
He’d hid himself away
From leaders of the Western world
Her father had gone.
Somewhere, in a darkened room
A child shed a tear.
You surround me like a hedge.
A luxuriant, mystical enclosure in full bloom.
You allure me in
An incredible evening.
Our futures on the line.
Gift in pocket
Pray, if my time were over soon
Please let me be in bed –
The room lit up by candlelight
Come lay with me on leafy mound
Where natures’ beauty doth abound,
And bare your soul so I may
Here we are, once again, sat down smiling …
As we all lounge around and tell tales
Of the highs
When the bells ring out for Christmas
And you’re locked up in a cell –
And you’re cold and down
When I was in prison
They wouldn't let you stand out in the rain.
Exercise would hobble back onto
The day is approaching
When I will be free…
No more razor wire,
No more prison tea.
No bars on
It’s 2a.m., my cell mate snores,
Outside the guards rush past the doors…
Jangling down along the
They sat there trading stories –
Old lags beside a wall,
Dressed in prison finery –
It’s a dark, dark place where the brotherhood chill…
The lonely, the sad and the mentally ill,
It’s Christmas Eve, I’m here in jail,
At home the kids sleep top to tail…
‘Waiting Santa in the