Long Welsh Poems

The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch

Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men. 

Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men...

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I once spent a week in the drunk tank
couldn't handle the spirits that I drank
the cuisine wasn't half bad
we even had a few laughs
but I had to guard my butt with a shank


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It used to...

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To witness no trace of a step, that has lingered beneath the dewy lush grass.
Then to gaze upon greatest glory! While creation unfolds right in front of you.
Revealing its treasured secrets, while you stand stunned,...

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skinny island rump
  highway seas churning the horizon under turbulent skies
  entity England
  migration waves still grounding along the continental shelf
  monarchs, priests and lords
  relaunching history and hope, the...

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We briefly meet the Mandan Chief Big White
in the village center where the animals are sacraficed,
couples wed, and disputes are dealt with,
he is a massive, and portly man
and is wearing a headdress that spreads to...

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Please note that this work is meant to follow in Epic Form and will not follow commonly used grammatical rules found in Prose, such as, not following proper paragraph use. Because it is an Epic...

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In no particular order
England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland 
But together Great Britain

I have never been to Scotland.
Wales or Northern Ireland as well.
That’s because I’m getting old.
And I’m not well, I’m ill.
Yet what I see...

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Uther’s Last Battle
by Michael R. Burch

When Uther, the High King,
unable to walk, borne upon a litter
went to fight Colgrim, the Saxon King,
his legs were weak, and his visage bitter.
“Where is Merlyn, the sage?
For today I...

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Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th."

Merlyn's Birth
by Michael R. Burch

I was born in Gwynedd,
or not born, as some men claim,
and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin
gave me my name.

My father was Madog Morfeyn
but...

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Kathryn's Saga.....a work in Progress.....

History.....A lone Viking ship...with Black Sails......Pounding the waves.....in the midst of 
natures fury.....The worse the weather the more the Gods looked on with favor.
 
Gunder Nils hated and loved this journey.....
Everything about...

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If you have ever been near Pentecostal Churches - that really began in c.1900 - you would know Psalm 91 as a great Prayer of Protection and Victories! It is hard not to love both...

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History contends that on that score
hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth 
in the year 666 after the Devonian era, 
two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me 

and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the...

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...Yes, I’m talking of homo sapiens,
the last human species that still remains,
when they burst out of their African home
nothing ever would again be the same.

You saw it plain with the neandertals,
the older species just could...

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Her name is Seren
Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a  fren
The number of contest she entered, maybe a million
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion

She has passionately...

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She walks in the green welsh fields 
with a basket in her hands 
She’s Gathering jasmines flowers 
and singing as loud as she can

and under a big cherry tree 
She sits when she needs to...

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She had a masters degree,
from Trinity Cambridge,
was brokering deals in the city,
with overheard talk re. financial leverage. 
Whilst I’d a diploma
from a,
“technical” college. 
A photographic memory, 
from heart she could recite, 
the Shakespeare plays and
the...

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If you orginally read this then, you would have seen it was a villanelle, actualy same it was the poem Hope, which I posted before this one. A very silly copy/paste error that was pointed...

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Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears

Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell

Husbands and...

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“no!” …

he said, “they’ll ne’er take Piccadilly!”
then downed a pint in one gulp …
tucking five pounds under the edge of
his sodden Churchill coaster,
“bloody awful price!” he grumbled quietly,
turning sharply on his heel to
depart the pub...

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I was a child, yes, even little old me, 
curious and happy, my smile wild with glee. 
But at the tender age of seven, 
I learnt that family go to heaven. 

My aunt, a distant,...

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back

Thought they were next to...

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Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner


Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but

The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind

A lost...

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With heritage of dragon lore,
and hills and valleys shore to shore.
From the land of leeks and daffs,
there came a lass born of a Taff.

Roman walls built strong and bold,
surround a fortress very old.
From English city...

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My Shoe Collection


Shoes

Nice if you have them

Shoes

There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet


Shoes

I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do...

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THINGS    THAT    HATE    ME

Spaghetti,   for I don’t allow it to outrun my utensil
I chop it all to inch-long pieces then use my fork as...

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