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Hard not to love Dylan Thomas’s tall tales
Each gloomy day may just tip those scales
Sends you off the rails when all else fails
Dilly dally schoolboys get cat of nine tails
Go doolally rally in the valley hard as nails
Don't cuss no faff or fuss for us Taff males
Knew along with a fair few Cymru crew's hue
Shared view that no where else has in spades
Cascades of so many gloriously grey shades
Dylan boozy villain mutters hip hop hooray
Gusts bluster beneath his sails on his travails
Trooping way this colour can't be kept at bay
Muster bulbous tinted voluptuous glinted bales
Proudly ride loudly in the night on his coattails
Very fond of merry vagabond's beyond the pales
Hail the true Withnail's escapades made in Wales
Don't harangue pang for meringue gang at play
Not a gimmick pray clouds don't go away hold sway
Rollick then frolic & fossick.. a limerick for any day
Outdoor foray adore bucolic score kaleidoscopic GREY
This is it the real me, the me you haven’t met
I bet you don’t believe it, that’s if you do bet
I am tall, but not beautiful, and not very slim, I am afraid
But back in my younger days I was considered a saucy maid.
My heart is full of love but very well disguised
Some think I am hard as nails and that’s because I’m wise
If you hold your heart out, for everyone to see
They will take advantage, especially of me.
So I let them think otherwise, but I’m always here to help
Just keep those puppy eyes off me, or my heart will melt
I grew up in poverty, but there was love in the home
It just got put aside sometimes, when we were left alone.
In strange homes we’d find ourselves, not really sure why
But we had each other, we could hold each other and cry
Then there were the bad days when all our nightmares did come true
But we still had each other and so we all came through.
Time to grow up, and take what life did throw at us
Use our bond of love forever, let’s forget about life’s fuss
We none of us grew up, without our scars from living
But when your heart is soft, you can do lots of forgiving.
I dedicate these words to my eldest brother James
Like a father and a mother to us in everything, but name
His demons didn’t leave him and not knowing hearts would break
If only he knew the gap he left when his own life he did take.
If only he were with us to see how his children have grown
If only he could feel the pride in them a pride he should have known
To James although I never heard you, ever called by that name
We loved you dearly brother and we feel no shame.
A long time you’ve been gone you took so much with you
But our love still holds, it will be forever true
Through no fault of your own and you bear no sin
Just remember we still love you, my eldest brother Jim.
19/03/ 2014 © GG
To Jim 1951 - 1990
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
an atypical poet
an atypical poet
a little of this
a little of that
a dab of daring
a dash of do
super sensitively
hard as nails
the softened heart
of calloused pain
the gentleness
of granite’s grain
worn warrior
of windmill fame
lamplighter
of the darkened mind
the hide and seek
of look and find
the implication
of tongue in cheek
the “I dare you” of
“come take a peek”
follow twisted pen
down crooked lane
from serious
to quite inane
embed within
the common phrase
forever’s passion
still ablaze
torching lover’s
broken dreams
exposing liars
convoluted schemes
the black and white
of ancient crust
cold weathered face
of tarnished bust
writing poetry
in the dust
John G. Lawless
©7/7/2017
Judo
My façade it is ‘hard as nails’, I must survive that way.
But when they got to know me well, it’s then, I heard some say.
That really he’s a cuddly toy, but we cannot tell why,
For martial arts, he’s made his sport, with that you never cry!
It’s ‘Judo’, that I’ve made my life, I’ve loved along my way,
A martial art! you’ve got it wrong, it is ‘The Gentle Way’.
For though through contest we must win, our glory to be found.
We’re most the time, just like in life, thrown crashing to the ground.
You struggle there, or get back up, both ways you stand to win,
Enjoying trying to compete, although it can be grim.
A hold, a strangle, lock, the pain, just take it with a grin,
But keep alert, avert the pain and seek the chance from him.
To be thrown hard and love your ‘foe’, for what he taught you then,
To stand back up and laugh and plead, “Please show me that again!”
To know that when you lose a game, to someone in his prime,
It’s just the lesson that you’ll need, to make you win next time.
Yes, I love my Judo, at ‘Deva Judokwai’,
And even though I’m getting old, I know that I must try,
To pass on skills and attitude and keep the youngsters bold
Accept defeat and sometimes pain, as their young lives enfold.
With injuries and aching bones, I try to give my all,
I used to bounce around the mat, but now I barely crawl.
In age and wisdom now I see, just when you’re walking tall,
The thing that Judo shows us best… is how to take a fall!
Ivor G Davies