Tenby sits down on the coast
in Pembrokeshire, South Wales
it's a lovely seaside holiday town
where summer sun seldom fails
Plenty of places you can stay
with B&Bs and caravan parks
based in and around this town
short breaks and weeks suit your mark
Caldey Island is a short sail away
discover its wildlife, explore its beaches
unwind yourself in peace and tranquillity
immerse in its spirituality within your reach
Loads of places for coffee and cake
enjoy a hearty meal to fill you
walk down to the harbour to see bird life
there is so very much for you to do
So many places to visit nearby
with the scenery so lovely and true
it's not too big but not small either
but having been there often, it's brand new
Here we are in eastern Pembrokeshire
taking a wander round Narberth
a little market town on the A78
it's so lovely, I had to write a little verse
Its High Street has variety around
with Georgian and Edwardian multi colour
buildings of character, they are
echoes of beauty make them a stunner
Lilies coffee shop is a must
so helpful and happy to receive
cakes and light lunch so fab
coffee's marvel, you won't believe
Independent shops abound here
from deli food to fine art
woodland walks and sandy beaches
lie only minutes away to start
This has been a day most excellent
one to remember for many a day
memories are made of such as these
even to the point of wanting to stay
(Just looking back a few weeks ago on holiday in South Wales coast to a lovely town called Narberth.)
In Pembrokeshire, a paradise on earth,
You'll find a haven, peaceful, quiet, still:
Birds singing in the trees are full of mirth
Amid the Spring-green freshness, field and hill.
Such poetic place names : Penmaen Dewi
And Abercastle, St Justinian,
Solva, Caerfai, Porthclais, Abereiddy,
Porthgain, Dinas, Trefin, Aberteifi.
This coastline rivals Cornwall's rugged lines,
With sandy beaches, rocks and cliffs and coves;
Hidden places where tranquillity lies –
Relax, remote from noisy tourist droves.
In the Kitchen
This is about a particular drawing though I wish not to disclose which one exactly I
mean for it matters so much that it matters no longer because my friends Arthur and
Bim watch over their kitchen rest their bones now and fly in spirit together
In the Pembrokeshire winds
Little squiggles on paper of lovers drawn with life-long experience to master the craft
of surreal expression what is and may yet be like a curious child expressing the world
and it holds so much description of how Pablo adorned the evolution of
Genuine genius
Like the outlined lovers who hung framed on the panel the Giardellis had eloped and
spent their lives painting collaging and sculpting in the former Warren School House
where they played ping pong on a table like soul mates’ embrace in the gallery with
Pablo adorning their life
Art work is what it means to the viewer ink drawn on canvas beholding the meaning
depicted straight into the heart and the soul when they join essence symbiosis along
On a stone wall over the Aga it had lived as they had
Breakfast with Picasso each every day
25th April 2017
Transparent I transcend
As a drip or droplet
Into the bassinette’s bowl I bounce
A spit, splatter or splash
All rains down
To ripple and rise
Confined and contained
Constantly until I reach the rim
Where I run, rushing over freely
Away to depths, and distances unknown
(c) Anna-Marie Docherty Pembrokeshire, Wales
The other Church
Kai - Pembrokeshire
Way back beyond the crested waves that spill the ocean
‘Church Rock’ towers with puffins and seagulls singing
the tune of nature how many times have I prayed to God
Tai - Southbroom
When times are rough she takes the image and sits on
the rocks in silent meditation where the tussle of spray
paints her sorrows with birdsong and healing embrace
When the surf had taken me below rocks and foundations
I asked to help out at the soup kitchen to lighten my load
emerge from darkness but ‘sorry we do not need you here'
When she had her first child out of wedlock the pastor
said ‘you are evil this must be Satan’s child’ and again
there was no meagre space at the inn for illegitimate joy
The Buddha rocked me gently into a cumbersome slumber
and Tai was embraced by the Jewish community and showered
with food and clothes for the miracle child starred with David
Tai and Kai – the Universe
There is love beyond borders and the sky is the limit the waters
flow freely from source to the sea and when hypocrisy beckons
there is elsewhere a church called kindness compassion and love
15th February 2017
I will arise and go now, and go to St David's Head :
A picnic I will have there, with tea from a Thermos flask;
And I will walk the coastal path, and by this path be led,
A cloudless sky is all I ask.
And I shall watch the choughs there, for choughs are a native bird;
With spotter 'scope I'll watch them, as they spiral in the sky :
In fascination of their flight, I'm almost lost for words,
And envious, wish that I could fly.
I will arise and go now, to that jewel of Pembrokeshire,
To hear the cry of sea birds, the lap of the restless tide,
To sit alone on springy turf where nature now is near;
In welcome peace I'll there reside.
I marvel
At the rich colours
In Springtime as I walk the lanes,
Explore the woods and cliffs of Pembrokeshire.
‘Cliff clover’,
The ‘sea pink’ or Thrift.
Clumps of pink, colonising coasts.
Sapphire blue
Spring Squill studs the turf,
Hugs the cliff tops of Pembrokeshire.
Navelwort
Clings to crevices
In the collapsing dry-stone wall.
Deepest blue,
The sweet bluebell lake
Lies quietly beneath the trees.
Wild Garlic,
Smells waft in the breeze,
Each white flower, a cluster of stars.
Glassy green
Leaves and green flowers,
Strong pungent celery like smell –
Alexanders – the parsley of Alexandria.
‘Moon penny’
Or Oxeye Daisy –
Proud white heads pepper the hedgerow.
Carmine pink,
Proud heads of Foxglove -
A guard of honour lines the lane.
What better
Time and place to be,
In stunning natural Pembrokeshire.
Zebra,Donkey,Giraffe,Hippo,Elephant
Mango,Hibiscus,Neem,Baobab
Zambezi,Nile,Euphrates,Kafue
Victoria,Ontario,Tanganyika,Bangweulu
Everest,Kilimanjaro,Nanga Parbat
Red Sea,Mediterranen Sea
Pembrokeshire coast park
Victoria Falls
Lochinvar hot springs
chipepo lwele
PS;the reminder of the natural world around us.
the poem about animals, plants,rivers,lakes
,mountains,seas ,waterfalls and hot spring.
Anna-Marie
Mother, poet, crafter, friend
Daughter of Margaret and Robert
Lover of husband Craig, sons Ben and Michael
Who feels pain, love and priveledged
Who fears pain, hurt, unknown and drops (of type where land falls away)
Who would like to see friends overseas and things that remain unseen
like life after death and answers to ghostly/spiritual beings
Resident of Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK
Docherty
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!
(c) A M Docherty, 2013, Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK.
(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)
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