The club event at the Paralympics,
Is unique only to the Paralympics,
And is for people with cerebral palsy,
Or for the brain injured traumatically.
It weighs 14oz and is 5 or 6cm in width,
It is made of wood and is quite a megalith.
It’s end has a spherical ball for you to grab,
To throw it, ‘cos that’s the aim, the slab.
The club is an athletics field event,
But Gemma previously did loudly tent,
Discus and shot put, and in Beijing 2008,
She came 8th in discus, shot put 7th gate.
At the Deli 2010 Commonwealth Games,
She came third in the shot put’s frames,
But then changed to the club throw gaiters,
To claim bronze in it in London, 20.50m.
She comes from Truro town in Cornwall,
And the BWAA help her workout, do call;
From Great Sankey High to St Andrews,
She did go to gain in maths a Masters.
She was born in September in the year ’83,
And has cerebral palsy just as I do, bree;
I used to throw the club like her, at school,
Out the back on the grass where I was cool.
Categories:
truro, body, desire, education, happiness,
Form: Heroic Couplet
The big debate : “What is a city ?” –
A town created by a charter
And often with cathedral church
But sometimes with an ancient abbey.
St David's, Pembroke is the smallest,
Just twelve hundred citizens
And London is by far the largest,
Populous eight million plus.
Many sprawling conurbations
Are the backbone of our nation :
There's Leeds and London, Bath and Bristol,
Canterbury, Sheffield, Hull;
Then Cardiff, Glasgow, Edinburgh,
Norwich, Wells and Peterborough,
Oxford, Cambridge, Manchester,
Swansea, Truro, Chichester,
Worcester, Portsmouth, York and Belfast,
Carlisle, Chelmsford, Perth.
In cities there is entertainment
With cinema and theatre too,
Museum, gallery and concert hall –
A cultured way of relaxation.
A city has a green side too
With parks and gardens to explore,
Pedestrian precincts help us shop
Away from traffic noise and fumes.
I recommend a city visit,
So many secrets are in store.
Leave your car outside the ring-road,
Hop on a bus to start your tour.
Categories:
truro, urban,
Form: Free verse
Oh Susana! Don't you cry for Me!!!
I appreciate yr heartfelt honesty and truth
I can only write in poetic form
for it helps keep me in my youth,
I understand how much you cared for me
and I still feel the same,
I made my own decisions as a grown man
and will never ever complain,
about what we were
or what we became,
I will always love you
no matter what yr last name
and Now, I sit here in N. Truro
listening to Jason Mraz
after dropping little Loo at school
and taking out the trash,
I just want to reassure you
that I am not bitter, sour, or mad
I have learned to understand the past
and move on with life even if sad
So Susana, my Susana of the South
please don't cry on my account
just live yr life as it was meant to be
don't allow the past bother you, or let pressures mount,
but always know that I
will be there for you, my wife
know that I will always care for you deeply
for the rest of our natural life...
Categories:
truro, devotion, forgiveness, introspection, lost
Form: Rhyme