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February 15, 2010

Birthday Girl

Filed under: poems — dave @ 5:49 pm

The morning came and I awoke

to change so swift and unforeseen,

a leap from love to enmity with nothing in between.

 

What caused this shift from friend to foe?

What aroused her temper so?

What made her fury grow and grow?

 

‘Just go,’ she said,

‘if you don’t know,

then I’m not going to tell you.’

February 14, 2010

valentines wish

Filed under: poems — ben @ 12:29 pm

I’ve two moons in my pocket,
I’d swap them for a rocket,
To blast into the stars,
So when as far as Mars,
Then transmit out the door,
The thing that I want more,
And if that wish comes true,
I`ll always be with you.

February 13, 2010

When Digging in Other People’s Gardens

Filed under: poems — dave @ 5:23 pm

Before you set to digging in other people’s gardens,

first bear in mind what they consider weeds,

then be careful where you tread

and ask before you deadhead,

for all you know they’ll want them for the seeds.

golden magic fish eye

Filed under: poems — ben @ 11:44 am

I met a golden fish,
With a evil wish,
To use his magic eye,
And put me in the sky,
Now up there I won’t know,
What’s going on below,
He’ll steal my mobile phone,
To dial his way back home!

junkyard

Filed under: poems — ben @ 1:29 am

I met a metal man,
His head was just a can,
Then I spied his wife,
Her finger was a knife,
I also saw their son,
His screws were all undone,
And when I pet the dog,
My hand scratched on a cog.

February 12, 2010

Guest beers 12th Feb 2010

Batemans Miss Canada 4.1% £2.95
Steaming Billy Bitter 4.3% £2.95
Titanic Anchor 4.1% £2.95
Batemans Victory Ale 5.9% £3.20

My dad (Alun)

Filed under: poems — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

my dad (Alun)
who has lived long and intends longer
plays golf

of course
on his birthday which comes around faster
each time

battery charged
ready for another eighteen
with Eileen (my mam)

who takes the money
and puts it behind the clock on the proverbial
mantelpiece, which keeps going.

February 9, 2010

Used-To-Be

Filed under: poems — dave @ 3:11 pm

You’re time-expired, you’ve been retired, cold-shouldered from the job-scene,

you’re surplus to requirements, a sad, discarded has-been,

your use-by date has come and gone, you’re on the shelf from this point on,

you see yourself rejected, diminished and demeaned.

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February 8, 2010

the cerse of vurse

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 7:41 pm

terse
short verse
longer the poem
rhyme gets worse
struggling spelling
words need nurse
death of language
remove in hearse

see dave – I can do rhyme 🙂

February 7, 2010

The Curse of Verse

Filed under: poems — dave @ 3:47 pm

For some who choose to sip from the Spring of Hyppocrene
rhyming’s like a virus for which there’s no vaccine;
our poems read like excerpts from traditional pantomime
Beware you would-be wordsmiths, the curse of verse is rhyme
Rhyme’s merely ornamental, a sort of literary glue
fun when writing doggerel or limericks or clerihew
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cocoon

Filed under: miscellany — Trefor Davies @ 10:53 am

I sit here in my cocoon gazing at the football grey February morning. The only sounds are the muffled voices of people outside the envelope punctuated by the occasional thud of ball.

Cars turn up and doors slam. The electrified East Coast line marks one boundary but no trains yet. It is Sunday morning.

From my vantage point I can see the whole pitch. The green of the grass is in noticeable contrast to the otherwise dull winter scene surrounding the ground.

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February 5, 2010

Attend your own wake

Filed under: ideas — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 8:15 pm

Don’t wait until you can’t attend the party. How many times are there when you get all your old mates together in the same room? Probably not since your wedding. Well now’s the chance. Don’t wait until you are dead. Conduct your own wake now. Chose the music, what you want to say about yourself, the venue!

Only problem is that if people know you aren’t actually dead will they come to the wake? Avoid the embarrassment of finding out who your real friends are by suggesting they have their own wake at the same time. That way they will definitely want to come.

Guest Beers At The Victoria 5th February

Derventio “Et Tu Brutus” 4.5% £2.95
Derventio Winter Gold 4.0% £2.95
Exmoor Gold 4.5% £2.95
Tom Wood’s Harvest Bitter 4.3% £2.95

February 3, 2010

Guest beers at the Victoria – 22 January 2010

Everards Sunchaser 4% £2.95
Hopback Cropcircle 4% £2.95
Fyne Ales Highlander 4.8% £2.95
Harvestown Haggis Hunter 4.3% £2.95

Broadoak Perry (pear cider) 7.5% £2.00

They were obviously trying to shift the Perry

disturbance of the peace

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 9:07 pm

the dishwasher is on in the kitchen again. it is very relaxing. in the same category as photocopying but different.

the house is quiet – other than a debate going on upstairs regarding who has rights to the hot water from the immersion heater. unlike the water it isn’t a heated debate. more of a vocal eyebrow raise.

I can hear the bath running and the downstairs toilet flushing. outside it is raining though it is a silent rain.

then the peace is disturbed…

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